084
SCOTT
I skipped any sex in the morning before classes. I had two slaves who required my attention when I got home and I wanted to give them everything I had. The last day of class was more instruction in the morning, a test in the afternoon, test grading and a question and answer session about the test and any answers students were confused about. I missed one question, which I was happy about. Hate to pay all the money for the class, then stumble through it. We got out a little early, but Friday night traffic was starting to build up as people started their weekend plans.
I pulled into Brianna's and several people were waiting for me, knowing I wanted to get a jump on the trip. Chantelle, Sam and Marcia was there. Marcia off now, naked, like the rest of the slaves, the first time I'd seen her this trip. I wondered if she was in slave mode, but I didn't see a collar, so guessed it hadn't started yet. Chantelle smiled, holding a bag of food she'd prepared. Brianna was there. Her naked slaves, Zoe and Dawn were there to say good bye. And Lucia, two small carry-on type bags packed. Zoe had packed my suitcase and Sam brought it out. My computer bag was with me.
Sam helped me load the three bags in the back seat of the truck, and I started my goodbyes, thanking Brianna and Sam for their hospitality, Chantelle for the lovely meals I'd had, hugging Marcia because she was there and naked. I wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to press her against me. Zoe and Dawn because they'd been instrumental in my enjoyment of this trip, and naked. My momma didn't raise a fool.
"Your contracts are in your suitcase, Scott," Zoe said. "Read them over and let me know of any changes you'd like to make."
"Thank you, Zoe. I appreciate your friendship so much."
I smiled at her. It was the last smile I would have for a while. I got an alert on my watch that Julia had made a 911 call. If she used the emergency button on her phone or watch, I was notified.
"I just got a 911 alert on my watch. Julia's had to contact 911," I said, puzzled. Had she or Lisa injured themselves working on the bed frames?
"Do you think it's the baby?" Zoe asked.
The baby. I hadn't even considered the baby. My son. "Shit, I've got to get home," starting to panic, the many miles and long hours of driving staring me in the face.
"Don't panic, Scott," Marcia warned. "You don't know what the problem is. Try calling. See if you can reach anyone. Brianna, don't let him leave yet. Sam, come with me," she ordered.
Marcia and Sam rushed off and I tried calling Julia. No answer.
"Try calling Lisa," Zoe said.
Tried calling Lisa. No answer. "Fuck!" I shouted. "This can't be fucking happening. I've got to get going."
"Wait, Scott. Marcia has a good reason wanting you to wait," Brianna said. "Try Julia's number again. Try both of them again."
Zoe and Dawn put their hands on my arm as I tried both numbers again. Nothing.
"You've got an iPhone," Dawn said. "Check 'Find My iPhone', to see where they're at. They may not even be at home."
Shit, yes. They may be at the hospital already, or on their way. I checked; both phones were still at my house. What the hell had happened?
Marcia and Sam both ran out of their house, dressed. "Sam, you drive our car," Marcia ordered. "Follow at normal speed. Take Lucia. No point in all of us hauling ass. It may not even be that much of a problem and we'll need a ride back. Get in the truck, Scott, I'm driving."
"What?" Confused, still not thinking clearly.
"You're in no condition to drive and I'm used to driving at high speed. You're not. Get in the truck or I'm leaving you behind."
Brianna suddenly said, "Take Zoe."
"Why?" Marcia asked.
"In case someone needs legal representation."
Marcia nodded. "Zoe, get dressed, ride with Sam. We're leaving."
I handed her my keys, my hands shaking. She climbed into the drivers seat and I got into the passenger seat.
"Buckle up, Scott," Marcia said, starting the truck. "Does this thing have bluetooth?"
"Uh, yeah," I said, fastening my seatbelt.
"Call this number," Marcia said, rattling off a number while putting the truck in gear and pulling out. I entered the number. She had to repeat it again, I was still so shaken.
"Dispatch," a voice answered in response to the call.
"This is Deputy Marcia Evans, ID# 143936, requesting high speed escort. Have deputy or highway patrol meet me on Van Nuys Boulevard just north of Ventura Highway, roughly 20-30 minutes, will pull in behind in light gray Ram 1500 truck with California plates," Marcia rattled off my plates as if they were hers. She must have memorized them climbing into the truck. "Will follow on 101 to I-5 to CA 99 to Fresno. Please notify intervening counties, request hand off."
"Purpose of escort?"
"911 call originated at...give them your address Scott." I gave my address to the dispatcher. "Pregnant wife and another woman non-responsive, phones not changing location. Husband trying to get there as fast as possible. I was able to render assistance. After you've arranged escort, please call back this number. Clear."
Marcia disconnected call on steering wheel. She was driving fast, but not recklessly, the road too curvy and choked with traffic to do much more.
"Keep trying Julia's and Lisa's phones, but disconnect once dispatch calls back. We need to keep the line clear."
I tried both their phones once more, their phones ringing with no response until voice mail picked up. Their phones still hadn't left the house. Surely they would have taken them if going to the hospital under their own power. A few minutes later, dispatch called back, "Highway Patrol will meet at Van Nuys, requested location. Should be there in ten minutes. Say next."
"Please contact Fresno dispatch regarding nature of 911 response; ambulance, fire or police, status of occupants. Still no response to phone. Call back. Clear." Marcia closed the connection.
"Highway Patrol is good, Scott. Won't need to switch escorts frequently. Anybody live close enough to check on them?" Marcia asked.
"Lisa was the closest, but she moved in with us. Not really close to the rest of our neighbors. Too busy, I guess."
"Any nearby friends."
Jerry was the closest, maybe twenty minutes away. I called him. It took some time to answer. I wondered if Fresno had disappeared in a nuclear fireball since no one was answering the phone. Jerry finally picked up. He was breathing hard.
"Scott. What's up buddy?"
"Julia sent out a 911 call and neither she nor Lisa are answering their phones. Any chance you could run over there and see what's happened?"
"Of course. No problem. Reneé, get dressed." I knew why he was breathing hard. "I'll call you back as soon as I know anything."
He disconnected. I tried Julia and Lisa's phones again. Still no answer to either. I was about to go nuts.
We pulled onto Van Nuys and a trooper car was idling with it's motor running and lights flashing. Marcia pulled up behind the car and flashed her lights. The patrolman waved out the window and engaged his siren, pulling out into traffic. Marcia stayed on his tail. We couldn't really increase speed much until we hit I-5, but cars were pulling over, so it was better than nothing. Marcia kept talking to me, trying to keep me calm. On I-5 we averaged 80 to 90 MPH, reaching 100 at some points on California 99 in less populated areas.
"If it had to do with the baby, maybe her OB knows something," Marcia suggested.
"Wouldn't they have their phones with them if it involved the baby?" I asked.
"Maybe they forgot them in the rush to leave. Don't fear the worst until you're faced with it, Scott. It will help you keep calm; respond better in an emergency. Deep breaths, calm thoughts. Think it through. Call the doctor."
I called Doctor Sturgis's office. "Hello, this is Scott Rivers. It's kind of an emergency. Is Doctor Sturgis there?"
"I'm sorry sir, Dr. Sturgis was called away on an emergency, can I help?"
"Was she called away for Julia Rivers?"
"We don't have that information."
"Julia made a 911 call and I can't get hold of anyone at my house. I wondered if it was about my baby. Could you please call me if you hear anything about my wife?"
"Of course, sir. Your number is on file?"
"Yes, should be Julia's emergency contact number. Please call me. I'm desperate. I'm trying to get there as fast as I can from LA."
"We'll call if we hear anything, Mr. Rivers."
"Thank you."
Jerry called me next. "Hey, Scott. I'm at your house. There's three squad cars and a crime scene forensic vehicle outside your home and crime tape everywhere. They won't let us in, or tell us what happened."
My heart sank. It was in the pit of my stomach and it didn't belong there.
Marcia said, "It could be a burglary, Scott. You still don't know shit." Even Marcia was having a hard time remaining calm now. Her hands gripped the steering wheel a little tighter and her jaw was clenching.
"How often do they bring crime scene forensic vans to a burglary, Marcia?"
She didn't answer, which was an answer in itself. Never, or next to it, would be my guess, unless it was the White House which got burglarized.
"Thanks, Jerry. I'll call if I need anything more." I hung up.
Around Bakersfield, Los Angeles dispatch called us back. "Deputy Evans, sorry it took so long to get back. Dispatched vehicle to 911 call was police car. Operator heard fighting in the background. I'm sorry to report both occupants of residence were raped, sustaining injuries. Transported to Clovis Community Medical Center by ambulance."
"Any report on extent of injuries, health of victims?" Marcia asked.
"Injuries included broken bones, possible internal injuries, current status still in flux."
"Any perps apprehended?"
"No, but there was a report male was stabbed, reported by Lisa McManus to be ex-husband, Jack. He escaped as deputies arrived."
"Any word about my wife's baby?" I asked, a lump in my throat.
"We have no status on any children."
"Thanks for your help, dispatch. You can call off escort on Fresno outskirts. We'll be proceeding to Clovis Medical at normal speed from there. Notify CHP, kudos for response."
"10-4 deputy. Clear."
"I'm going to kill him," I said. "If he's not dead, I'm going to kill him."
"Don't say that to a Law Enforcement Officer, Scott. Not even me. Especially not anyone else." I stared at her. "Enter the address to Clovis in the nav system. Call Sam and give him the address. Doesn't sound as if they'll be able to get in your house anyway."
A drive that would have taken three hours, twenty minutes under the best of circumstances and likely four and a half tonight, took two and a half with the help of the escort. Marcia blinked her lights several times, slowed down, and took the exit to the hospital, way over on the East side of town, closer to my residence. We pulled up, locked up and went inside, found information. An older woman named Mabel, about my mother's age, I guessed.
"Excuse me, Miss Mabel. My name is Scott Rivers. I've been told my wife and friend are here. Julia Rivers and Lisa McManus, transported by ambulance."
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