When the gunshot she heard was not followed by excruciating pain, Gale opened her eyes.
"Gale!" Anthony's voice called out from somewhere.
Gale's ears rung - or maybe it was the sound of her own heart pounding so loud it was all she could hear. She felt lightheaded. Her chest felt cold. She looked around herself. A growing pool of blood was gathering under Sheriff Lake's unconscious form. Dewey lay next to her, face-down. There wasn't as much blood there... maybe he was okay...
She looked up the stairs, where the dark-robed killer, still wearing the ghost mask, lay halfway up, unmoving. Was he really dead? Was that too much to hope for? Had Anthony shot him? Where was Anthony anyway.
"Gale..." Anthony's voice sounded closer, yet still somehow distant. She felt a hand on her arm and shrunk down. "Gale, it's okay... I got him. It's over."
Gale shook her head. "Is an ambulance coming? I think Dewey might be alive..."
"I don't think he's alive, Gale." Anthony told her, reaching out in an attempt to pull her up to her feet.
"No!" She shrugged away from his hands and tried to feel Dewey's throat for a pulse. "He's not dead! We've got to help him!"
"Honey, I don't think we can..." Anthony persisted. "But the killer's dead too. I got him. We're gonna be okay."
Gale shook her head. She didn't care if the killer was dead. If Dewey died too, it didn't matter. Her own heart was pounding as she tried to feel if Dewey's was beating as well. She couldn't tell.
"Gale, it's over. I got him. I shot the killer. Don't you want to know who it is?" Anthony frowned.
Gale looked up at him. "I don't care who it is! Dewey needs an ambulance! The sheriff does... if she's..." Gale choked out a sob. "I think she's dead..." Gale looked around the space, at Dewey, at the sheriff. She looked up at Anthony and glanced up toward the masked stranger on the stairs. She was interested to see who it was, but Dewey needed her attention first.
"There's an ambulance on the way." Anthony told her. "Let's go outside together and wait on it - we can show them were to go when they get here. If Dewey is alive, he's gonna need you to direct the paramedic toward him."
"No," Gale shook her head and pulled Dewey into her lap. She knew he'd been shot in the shoulder, but couldn't find the other wound... but he wasn't moving, and her own heart was pounding so hard she couldn't tell if the pulse she felt in her fingertips when she pressed them against his throat was his or her own.
"He's gone, Gale... It's over. We've got to go. There could be a second killer. In fact I'm pretty sure there is. We need to go." Anthony urged, pulling her up by her arms and dragging her away from Dewey.
"No! He's not gone!" Gale felt a sob rising in her throat again. He couldn't be gone. Not Dewey. It wasn't possible.
"Gale, Sweetheart... He's gone. I'm sorry." Anthony dragged her into the next room and closed the door behind them.
Gale shrugged out of his grip and stared up at him. "Why won't you let me help him?" She breathed. "He's your friend..."
"I know... Gale, I'm not happy about this... but it's not safe out there. You and I are lucky to be alive, but if we stay out there in the open, we'll end up dead too. The second killer is probably just waiting to get a clear shot at us. Henry had an alibi for some of the murders. They weren't all him. There's got to be a second killer."
Gale felt her mouth drop open. "Henry? It was your brother? How do you know that?" She gasped. They hadn't even taken off his mask.
"It all adds up. He sent us videos he took of you. We traced it to his computer." Anthony explained. "But he was working when you were abducted. That was someone else. We've got to stay here until backup arrives. Just in case."
"I don't care... I'm not waiting for backup. Dewey needs me." Gale refused, attempting to push past the cop.
"Gale!" Anthony was beginning to sound angry as he put his arm out to block her path."Going out there won't solve anything. You'll just be putting yourself at risk. Dewey's dead. I know you don't like it, but he's dead."
"No he's not!" Gale felt tears springing to her eyes as Anthony wrapped his arms around her in an unwelcome hug. "Get off of me! He's not dead!"
"Yes he is. Don't cry. I know it sucks..." Anthony attempted to comfort her with a hand against her back. "You'll be okay, Babydoll. Don't cry."
"What..." Gale sniffed back tears and pulled away as much as Anthony's strong arms allowed. He wasn't really letting her go easily. Her head felt like it was full of cotton or sand, but his words echoed in her mind. Something sounded way too familiar about his tone, his word-choice... his insistence that she shouldn't cry... She looked up at him. "Wh-what did you just call me?"
Anthony shrugged. "I don't know... what? I-"
"You..." Gale felt her eyes widen as she finally shrugged out of his grip and took a step back. Only one person on earth had ever called her 'babydoll.' She remembered it well because it was so creepy and uncomfortable, especially considering the circumstances under which the pet name was used.. "The killer called me that... It was you..." She gasped the realization and stepped further away. He was blocking her only exit...
"Called you what?" Anthony frowned. "I call people lots of things. I don't mean to. It just happens. What did I even say?"
"You called me babydoll..." She shook her head and took another step back.
"So?" He shrugged. "I'm sure I've called you lots of little names like that. Cute girl like you? That sort of thing's bound to happen." He smirked.
"No... You used the same name... Babydoll... That's what you said... that's what he said. No one else has ever called me that..." Gale bit her lower lip and took further steps away, backing herself into a literal corner. It all made sense now. The two brothers had worked together. Henry looked so guilty because he was, and Anthony wasn't just looking the other way or failing to see the obvious because he didn't want to believe it. He was covering for Henry because it wasn't only Henry. He was also covering for himself.
"Come on, Gale.. That's hardly evidence... Lots of men call women pet names like that." Anthony went on as he took a step toward her.
"No." She shook her head as he stepped closer. "Stay away from me..." She breathed. He moved in closer. She dodged and ran around him, sprinting toward the door, but not making it before Anthony grabbed her harshly by the arm and tugged her roughly backward.
"Listen here, Babydoll." He spoke in a mocking tone. "You're being a bitch. This isn't how this was supposed to work out..."
"How was it supposed to work out?" Gale breathed, trying to shrink down as he gripped her with both hands, holding her upper arms in such a tight hold that she feared he was creating deeper bruises than the ones already circling her wrists.
"I did this all for you, Gale..." Anthony growled, squeezing his hands tighter. "I killed my own fucking brother. For you!"
Gale opened her mouth to speak, but couldn't find words. None of that made sense.
"Why do you want to be with fucking Dwight? What the fuck do you see in him? He doesn't even appreciate you! He bitches about every fucking thing you do! I talked to you when he wouldn't... Gave you the information for your news report. I'm more attractive... I'm older, taller, more muscular... I get paid more... Gale, are you fucking kidding me?" Anthony screamed, shaking her for emphasis.
Gale inhaled a shaking breath. "You thought I'd be with you if you killed Dewey? You were willing to kill your own brother over this?"
"Kind of... It was in my back pocket. I thought of ways he and I could both live. That was my original plan - he could get his revenge, I could rid of a couple people and win your ice-cold heart, and we'd blame someone else, but after he killed our sister... That wasn't part of the plan... Fuck him." Anthony laughed nervously. "Even so... I sacrificed a lot for you... And I didn't enjoy all that down there, you know... hitting you, threatening you, making you cry... I felt bad. I really did. I held back a lot. You know that, right?"
Gale swallowed, pulling lightly at her arms, which only caused Anthony to squeeze tighter. She winced and forced herself to hold still. The police would be here soon. Sheriff Lake said she'd called for backup and an ambulance. Gale just needed to keep Anthony from killing her until then.
"You realize I was careful with you, right?" Anthony's voice shook slightly. He sounded almost manic. "I wanted to tear your clothes off and have my way with you. I really, really wanted to... But I didn't. You cried, and I stopped. You fought with me the whole damn time, even after I told you I'd fucking rape you if you didn't stop fighting. I gave you fair warning, and you didn't listen, but I still gave in and didn't do it. I could have. It would have been fair... but I gave in. You were scared and you were crying, so I stopped."
Panic filled Gale's heart as she stood silently and allowed him to continue his rant/explanation. She wasn't really sure what to say back. Maybe if she just stayed quiet, he'd keep going until the police backup and ambulance arrived.
"And when I hit you - for the camera... that was just so Dwight would get a move on. I didn't want to resort to that, but he wasn't trying hard enough to come fucking find you. This was supposed to be sorted within like three hours. It took four or five times longer just because Dwight is a fucking idiot. I didn't want to hurt you. I wanted to be your hero, Gale... to show you what a real man is. You're too hot to be with him."
Gale frowned. She should have known Anthony was bad news when he started acting creepy last night. That didn't feel right - the way he was talking as he took her back to her hotel. She knew something was up... but ignored it because she knew Dewey trusted the guy. She should have listened to herself. She knew better.
"So I'm sorry..." Anthony went on. "I'm sorry I hit you. And I'm sorry I had to scare you with the rape threats..." He laughed nervously. "Sorry I treated you like that. It was just for this whole plan, but that's not me... I'm not like that. Forgive me?"
Gale stared up at him in shock. "Are you fucking insane?" She finally hissed. She couldn't help herself. Playing nice just didn't come naturally to her. "You drug me, leave me tied up to a chair for half a day, hit me, threaten me, sexually assault me, film half of it..." She shook her head and shrugged. "You killed my friend... Tried to kill Dewey - he could be dying out there right now... And sorry's supposed to fix it?"
"Yeah. It is. It better." Anthony growled, stepping closer and pinning her securely against the wall. "It doesn't matter that you know the truth. Right now, you're the only living person besides me who knows it... and it's gonna stay our little secret. Maybe Dwight isn't dead. But he will be if you don't do what I say. I can go out there and make for damn sure he's dead, right now if you don't stop being a bitch."
Gale whimpered and turned her face to the side as he leaned in too close.
"I think maybe you're gonna break up with Dewey. If he's even alive, that is... I think maybe you fell in love with someone else?" Anthony smirked.
Gale swallowed and exhaled a shaking breath. She felt lightheaded again. She couldn't believe Anthony expected this to work. No way would it ever last. Best case for him, Gale would lie to him and claim she'd date him later... but she was one thousand percent going to the police about this as soon as possible if he let her live long enough.
"So is it a deal? Keep your mouth shut, be my babydoll." He smirked down at her. "And I won't go shoot your dipshit lover in the fucking head."
Gale's lower-lip trembled. She couldn't believe he was asking her to do this. It seemed he wasn't even going to wait for her to agree before moving in. She whimpered and turned her head to the side as he leaned down and attempted to plant a kiss on her lips.
"No!" She cried out, using her hands to weakly attempt to shove him away.
Anthony exhaled. "I'm not really asking you anymore. If you insist, I'll just have to kill you too. If you can't appreciate what I did for you, if you can't shut your fucking mouth on just this one god damn thing..." His voice increased in volume as he went on. She could tell he was losing patience fast. "I'll be the sole fucking survivor... But I'm taking what I want from you first."
"Get off of me!" Gale screamed as she felt his hands roughly pawing at her. He wasn't even bothering to hold her arms down at this point. He knew he didn't have to. He knew he was much stronger than she was, especially considering she was dehydrated and hurt already.
Gale struggled uselessly as she felt his hand snaking under her shirt, over her stomach and up toward her breasts. His other hand tried to pull her skirt down. Fortunately, he was too stupid to realize the skirt needed to be unzipped before it could be pulled down. It was smaller at the top, where it fit snugly around her waist.
"Don't!" She begged, feeling her lip trembling as a sob worked its way up her throat. "You said you didn't want to hurt me... Please!" Tears began rolling down her cheeks as she grabbed at his arm, trying to pull his hand away from her chest.
"That's not going to work this time." Anthony stared down at her. "I was being nice so you'd let me do this without a fight. If you're never gonna let me, I'm not gonna play nice anymore."
She closed her eyes as she felt his fingers sliding under her bra. "Let me go! Stop!" Gale frantically pleaded. "I'll date you! I'll do it... just..." She breathed a shaking breath.
He paused for a second, but was squeezing her breast under her shirt again within no time when she didn't immediately elaborate.
"Anthony, stop! I'll do it... Just let me go to the hospital first..." She gasped. "I think you broke my ribs earlier. My wrists hurt so bad... Just let me go to the hospital first. I'll go along with this, but you're hurting me..." He seemed to have a desire to be careful with her, to an extent. Maybe this plan would actually work if she could convince him he'd won. No one in his right mind would believe that a woman he kidnapped, beat, and sexually assaulted would all of a sudden agree to date him, but Anthony clearly wasn't in his right mind.
The cop's hands stopped wandering as he frowned and stared down at her as though silently waiting for her to continue.
"You're right..." She breathed, fighting the urge to shove him away as she held still under his threatening hands. "Dewey and I don't really get along... You talked to me when he wouldn't. You're more attractive and successful. You're right. I can break up with him and be with you. I can do that..." She felt out of breath and her voice betrayed that fact. She hoped he wouldn't notice.
"Really?" Anthony smiled and pulled her closer against his chest.
Gale breathed a shaking breath. Her chest felt cold. "Yes... But I need to go to the hospital first."
Anthony shook his head and ran his hand up her back.
"Anthony, stop..." Gale whimpered. "I said I'd do it... Just..." He continued running his hands over her body, pulling her even closer and pretty much ignoring her protests completely. "Anthony, wait... You have to let me go to the hospital first. I could have broken ribs..." He hugged her tighter as he pushed one hand up under her shirt, groping painfully over her bruised ribs. "Anthony stop! You're hurting me!"Gale's voice was becoming more and more frantic.
Anthony laughed softly and shook his head. "I'll be careful." He breathed, leaning down again as though expecting she'd let him kiss her.
Gale gritted her teeth and turned her head away again, grabbing at his arm as his other hand forced it's way further under her shirt. "Stop!" She screamed again. "Anthony, don't do this! You're hurting me! Stop!" She shoved at him again, but he only grabbed her harder, squeezing painfully at her chest. Finally, she resorted to slamming her knee up between his legs. She knew it would piss him off, but it was her only option - the only way she could hurt him back for potentially long enough to allow herself time to run.
That slowed him down, but didn't stop him. Before she could get away, he hit her across the face so that she stumbled against the wall. He proceeded to punch her ribs again, causing her to double over. She was prepared to sink down to the floor, but he didn't allow it. He pulled her up to her feet and dragged her a few steps over toward a pool table, slamming her back roughly against it. She blinked and groaned in pain as he pushed her backward so that she was lying against the table, looking up at him.
"Get off of me, you disgusting creep!" She screamed as she shoved her hands against his chest. Her voice shook with a mix of fear and anger.
"Feels so good to finally have that mask off without having to worry about you seeing something you shouldn't. I can finally breathe. And I can see you better." Anthony noted as he slid his hand over her stomach and back onto her breast, fortunately over her shirt at least this time. "And I can finally kiss you." He stared to lean down toward her face.
Gale gritted her teeth and reached her hands up, scratching at his eyes without a second thought.
"Bitch!" Anthony grumbled, slapping her across her cheek again, effortlessly spinning her around, and pushing her face-first down against the table. He held one large hand over the back of her head and reached the other down toward her legs, gripping the bottom of her skirt and pushing it up her thighs. "You're so soft... Your hair, your skin... I mean, you sure can be a difficult person to like, but you're fucking gorgeous. I can get over you being a cunt half the time. This is worth it."
Gale whimpered a panicked breath as she pushed her hands uselessly at the table. She reached one hand back toward her attacker's prying hands. She squirmed under him, finding that unfortunately, not being tied up anymore was hardly helping. He was so strong, and determined to take what he wanted.
"Anthony, don't!" She sobbed doing her best to hold her skirt down as he attempted to push it further up her legs. "You won't get away with this..." She breathed through the pain in her ribs and arms and the fear in her heart.
"Sure I will. Henry and one of his friends did all this. I stopped him. I tried to save you. I was too late." Anthony laughed. "It really is a shame. We could have been hot together. I guess I should have just fucked you all I wanted and skipped luring people here. I truly thought you'd be interested in a more capable, more attractive, more successful man... I didn't count on you being a fucking prude."
"Your disgusting DNA's gonna be all over me, you dipshit." She hissed through clenched teeth.
"Doesn't mean I'm guilty, babydoll. You worked so hard to clear Cotton Weary... His DNA was all over a murdered woman too... Guess Woodsboro has a way about making women into little sluts, hm?" Anthony mocked, sliding his hand further up her leg.
Gale felt a frustrated growl in her throat as she tried again to squirm free or even lash out toward him. He held her down too securely. "Don't touch me!" She screamed, losing any and all hope that she was going to get out of this. "Get your fucking hands off of me!"
"Anthony! What are you doing!? Get off of her!" Dewey's voice screamed from the doorway.
Gale gasped and stared toward the door, where Dewey stood with his gun drawn. She felt a small degree of relief, but the fear wasn't quite gone just yet. Anthony was armed too. This wasn't necessarily over.
"Dewey!" Gale choked out in a shaking voice.
"Anthony, what the hell!?" Dewey growled, seemingly not fully understanding the gravity of the situation. He held his gun up, aimed at Anthony with shaking arms, but looked conflicted as to whether or not to use it.
"Sorry, man... I think Gale likes me more-" Anthony started, but he pulled Gale up off of the table, probably to make this whole situation look less horrible. He didn't let go of her arms.
"He's the killer, Dewey! One of the killers... Shoot him!" Gale urged.
Dewey looked conflicted as he hesitated. "A-are you sure, Gale?"
"Yes!" Gale screamed, groaning in pain as Anthony grabbed her arms tighter and pulled her in front of himself. At some point he'd drawn a gun from somewhere. She wished she'd known he had that. She would have tried to get it from him earlier when he was attacking her.
She squeezed her eyes shut as Anthony pressed the end of his gun against her jaw.
"I had big plans, Dwight. You were both gonna get to live..." Anthony growled, squeezing Gale's arm in his large, bruising hand. "You just weren't going to be dating anymore... if you ever even were in the first place. You both act like you fucking hate each other. Gale was gonna get a better man who didn't mind her being a bitch as long as the sex was good, and Dwight was gonna be rid of the sorta-girlfriend who caused him more grief than joy. Everything was gonna work out for everyone involved."
Dewey stared at him in shock. "How..." Dewey started. "You were with me... At the barn, at the station... Your sister... It couldn't have been you..."
"Henry did most of them. I kinda let him run wild with the expectation that I'd get what I wanted in the end. He took it way too far. Abby was never meant to die." Anthony sounded genuinely sad as he said this.
Dewey shook his head as he stared back behind Gale at his partner. "Anthony... this is crazy... Just... Just let her go. You said it yourself, Henry did most of it. Let him take the blame. Let's just-"
"No." Anthony interrupted in a cold, serious tone. "For Henry, this was revenge. For me, it was all for her..." he nodded toward Gale and pressed the gun harder against her jaw. Gale grimaced and tried to shrink down. "If I can't have her, you guys can't have your lives. I'm not stupid. I know you won't stay quiet on this."
"If you just let her go-" Dewey started.
"Dwight." Anthony said simply, shaking his head. "You and I both know there's only one way this can end at this point. You've both gotta die." Anthony shrugged and pressed his gun closer against Gale's jaw. Gale squeezed her eyes shut as she felt Anthony's free hand pawing at her breast. She wished she had time for one last conversation with Dewey, but it didn't sound like that was going to happen. "I'm gonna miss you, Babydoll..." Anthony whispered into her ear.
Gale flinched away, trying to escape, but Anthony's grip was so strong. She couldn't move. She squeezed her eyes shut tighter and shrunk down, but couldn't really get away from the gun pressing painfully against her jaw or his hand crushing against her chest.
It seemed like this was the end for her. Hopefully Dewey would escape at least. Anthony would shoot her, and then Dewey would shoot him. The cop would get to live. At least there was that... The best she could hope for was to make one last effort to throw Anthony off. She figured she'd probably get shot anyway, but could at least save Dewey, give him more time to definitely hit his target.
So Gale inhaled a quick breath, whimpered, and squeezed her eyes shut tighter. "I love you, Dewey." She whispered before throwing her elbow back as hard as she could against her captor's stomach.
A gunshot immediately rang out and Gale was pulled down to the floor. She let out a startled scream as she shrunk down as much as she could. Time felt like it was moving in slow motion as she started to process what had happened. Anthony's gun had been pressed painfully against her jaw when the gunshot rang out... but she wasn't hit. She didn't think so at least. She felt no pain - not on her jaw - not from a gunshot. So what had happened?
She blinked. Anthony hadn't shot her... Could he have shot Dewey then? Maybe he moved the gun quickly off of her so he could kill the armed cop first... But why was she on the ground? The gunshot had to have been from Dewey's gun. He'd shot Anthony. That's why she was presently crushed against the floor. When Anthony was shot and fell to the ground, his body had pulled her down along with it.
Within seconds, she felt Dewey's warm hands on her forearms, pulling her out from under Anthony's body.
She closed her eyes in relief as Dewey wrapped his arms securely around her. For the first time in hours, she finally felt safe... and for the first time in weeks, she finally felt like she was where she belonged.
"Oh my god, Gale..." Dewey exhaled. "I'm so sorry. I should have killed him right away. I just couldn't believe-"
"It's okay." She exhaled, sinking down against his chest. Nothing mattered except right now. They had both somehow survived, and that was all there was to it. It didn't matter how they got here. It just mattered that they were here.
"It isn't okay, Gale... He was hurting you. I just couldn't understand - couldn't believe I was seeing what I knew full well was happening. I hesitated when I should have shot him immediately. Gale... I'm so sorry." Dewey went on. "I can't believe he did this..."
"Dewey..." Gale leaned back long enough to stare into his eyes, to reassure herself that he was in fact here right now, alive and well and holding her safe and close. "How are you okay? How are you alive?" Gale whispered as she leaned her cheek against his chest and let him put his hand on the back of her head. "You were shot. Twice..."
"Just once." Dewey explained. He hugged her tighter. "Just in the shoulder. It's barely bleeding... The second shot didn't hit me. It scared me." He offered a nervous, embarrassed laugh. "I tripped and fell down the stairs. Must have hit my head. Next thing I knew, I woke up. You were gone... Henry was dead on the steps. Sheriff Lake..." He frowned... "And I heard you in here screaming... Are you okay? Did he hurt you?"
"I'm okay... I think." Gale breathed.
Dewey pulled back and looked down at her. "You look terrible, Gale..."
Gale rolled her eyes and scoffed, but couldn't help the small smirk that rose on her lips. "Thanks, Dewey."
"I don't mean anything by that... I mean, you're beautiful, Gale. Stunning. You always are..." Dewey frowned and looked to the side for a moment as though he was embarrassed by his own words. "But I think you should go to the hospital. Your wrists..."
"I know..." She shook her head. "He had me tied down so tight... I had to get away. I guess I shouldn't have fought so hard to get free. It didn't do me any good."
Dewey held her hands in his, running his fingertips gently over the scrapes and bruises circling her wrists and frowning. "He sent me videos. Gale... I feel so sick about it. He probably sent them from right across the office. I got the first one at my desk and he was at his desk. He'd probably just sent it. I was right there with him. He came and went from the office and pretended he didn't know. I let him watch the video of you so he could help me find you... He probably got some kinda sick thrill from it. Gale... I feel so awful..."
"You didn't know, Dewey. It's okay now..." Gale assured him.
"It's not... He hurt you, Gale. I saw what he did... how he was touching you. Both of the videos he sent... I saw him... And just now... Gale, I'm so sorry he did this. I trusted him. I had no idea he was like this. Did it escalate any further than what I saw?" He asked.
Gale swallowed and shook her head. "No. It didn't... I mean, not much further. I guess he wanted to wait and try to win me over if he could... He wanted to... but he, uh..." She exhaled a trembling breath. "I think he honestly believed I might let him if his convoluted plan worked out - that I'd break up with you and be with him. He was waiting for that... There were a couple times when he almost just did it anyway, but he stopped himself. I think because he hoped I'd fall for him once he killed everyone and got to play hero. He didn't want to force himself on me because he thought eventually he wouldn't have to." She swallowed a lump in her throat and blinked away tears threatening to fall. "That's all that stopped him. Once he realized I wasn't ever going to be with him willingly, he didn't care anymore. He was really going to do it this time..." She whispered.
"Gale..." Dewey frowned down at her, hugging her against his chest again. "I'm so sorry."
She shook her head. "It's not your fault. You didn't make him do any of this."
"I should have paid more attention." He went on. "We should have been working together. You would have never been alone last night - waiting in the dark by yourself... I screwed up, Gale."
"So did I." Gale forced a laugh. "I'm an idiot, Dewey. I knew there was someone out there murdering people and I went to a warehouse on the edge of town where no one would notice any kind of commotion... and I sat out there by myself waiting on a ride I knew was over ten minutes away. That was careless. Almost cost me my life. And yours. He took me to get you here, Dewey. He wanted you dead so he could play the hero. He thought I'd be with him once you were gone."
Dewey shook his head. "Don't blame yourself. It's not your fault Anthony was a disgusting bastard." Dewey glared down at his former-friend's corpse.
"Then it's not your fault either, Dewey." Gale reminded him.
He leaned back again, but kept his hands on her arms. "He hit you pretty hard on that video... Did he hurt you more than what I saw? You could have broken ribs and a concussion just from what he did in the video he sent. That was so needlessly violent. You were tied down... Gale... I'm so sorry. I wanted to find you but I didn't know where to start looking. I was so scared I'd never see you again."
"I'm okay, Dewey. I'll let a paramedic look me over. I think I hear the sirens. Unless that's just my ears ringing and I'm about to pass out." She joked with a weak laugh.
"Gale... I should have kept you closer." Dewey shook his head and hugged her tighter again.
She hugged him back and closed her eyes.