The Twisted Obsession
Chapter 138: Can’t find her

Chapter 138: Can’t find her

Remo’s heart pounded furiously in his chest as he jolted awake, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. Sweat coated his brow, and his hands trembled as he frantically looked around the dimly lit room. For a moment, the remnants of the nightmare clung to him like a suffocating shroud, the image of Abby lying in a pool of blood burned into his mind.

But as his racing heartbeat slowed, and the fog of sleep began to lift, Remo realized with a sinking feeling that it had all been just a dream—a twisted manifestation of his deepest fears.

Relief washed over him in a wave, but it was short-lived as he glanced beside him and found Abby’s side of the bed empty. Panic surged through him once more, a primal instinct driving him to his feet as he scanned the room in a frantic search for her.

"Abby?" he called out, his voice hoarse with urgency. "Where are you?"

But there was no answer, only the eerie silence of the empty house echoing back at him. His heart hammered in his chest as he stumbled out of the bedroom, his mind racing with a thousand terrible possibilities.

Every shadow seemed to loom menacingly in the dim light, every creak of the floorboards a sinister omen. Remo’s paranoia threatened to consume him as he tore through the house, searching every room, every corner, every hiding place where Abby could possibly be.

But she was nowhere to be found.

His breath came in short, panicked gasps as he realized the gravity of the situation. Abby was gone, and he was alone in the darkness, grappling with the terrifying uncertainty of her whereabouts.

With trembling hands, Remo reached for his phone, his fingers ufumbling as he dialed her number, praying for the sound of her voice to answer him, to reassure him that she was safe and sound.

But as the phone rang on the other end, there was only silence.

And in that moment, Remo’s heart clenched with a fear unlike anything he had ever known. With every passing second, the dread in the pit of his stomach grew deeper, until it felt as if it would swallow him whole.

Remo’s hands shook as he gripped his phone tightly, his mind racing with a million terrifying possibilities. With each unanswered ring, his desperation mounted, until finally, the call went to voicemail, leaving him with nothing but the empty sound of his own voice echoing back at him.

"Abby, please," he pleaded into the phone, his voice cracking with emotion. "Where are you? Please, answer me."

But there was no response, only the crushing silence of the empty house pressing down on him like a weight. With a trembling hand, Remo ended the call, his heart pounding in his chest as he fought to hold back the rising tide of panic threatening to overwhelm him.

He moved through the house like a man possessed, his footsteps echoing off the walls as he searched every room, every closet, every corner where Abby could possibly be hiding. But each empty space only fueled his growing terror, sending tendrils of dread curling through his veins.

"Abby!" he called out again and again, his voice raw with desperation. "Where are you? Please, come back to me."

But there was no answer, only the hollow emptiness of the house closing in around him. Remo’s breaths came in short, ragged gasps as he stumbled through the darkness, his mind consumed with a single, all-consuming thought—he had to find her, no matter the cost.

And so, he pressed on, his frantic search leading him deeper into the labyrinth of the house, his heart pounding with a fear that threatened to consume him whole. For in that moment, there was nothing else in the world that mattered but finding Abby and bringing her back to safety, back to the warmth of his embrace.

Remo’s chest heaved with each ragged breath as he stumbled to a stop in the middle of the hallway, his heart pounding in his ears. Panic threatened to consume him as he wracked his brain for any clue that might lead him to Abby. And then, like a bolt of lightning cutting through the darkness, a memory flickered to life in the recesses of his mind.

Tony.

The realization hit him like a physical blow, and with trembling hands, Remo fumbled for his phone, dialing Tony’s number with shaking fingers. The phone rang once, twice, before Tony’s voice crackled through the line, sharp with concern.

"Remo? What’s wrong?" Tony’s voice was urgent, cutting through the haze of panic that clouded Remo’s mind.

"I-I can’t find Abby," Remo stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "Do you remember...did you install the cameras?"

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line, filled with the weight of unspoken dread, before Tony’s voice came through again, low and steady.

"Yeah, I did," Tony replied. "You should check the computer in your study room. It should have a feed from all the cameras installed around the house."

Remo’s heart pounded in his chest as relief flooded through him at Tony’s words. Without wasting another moment, he turned and raced towards the study, his footsteps echoing off the walls as he pushed himself forward with desperate determination.

His hands shook as he reached for the computer, his heart hammering in his chest as he powered it on. A sense of dread settled over him like a suffocating blanket as he waited for the screen to come to life, afraid of what he might see, of what horrors might be revealed in the footage.

But when the screen finally flickered to life, Remo’s breath caught in his throat at the sight before him. The live feed from the cameras showed nothing but empty rooms, deserted hallways, and the silent, still darkness of the house.

A surge of panic threatened to overwhelm him once more as he scrolled through the footage, searching desperately for any sign of Abby’s presence. But no matter how hard he looked, she was nowhere to be found.

Remo’s hands trembled as he reached for the phone once more, his voice barely above a whisper as he spoke.

"Tony," he choked out, his words thick with emotion. "I can’t find her. What do I do?"

And then, as the feed from the cameras began to stream across the monitor, Remo’s heart clenched with a mixture of relief and terror.

There, on the screen, was Abby.