The Following - 1x01 Pilot

When Deb opened the door she bumped into someone. She looked up and saw an older girl staring at her.
“Watch out where u going, dear” she said, but she didn’t sound mad. She looked behind Deb, and then back at her. “What were u doing in the basement? Students are allowed to go there”
Deb looked over her shoulder. Why hadn’t Richard come upstairs yet? She hadn’t kicked him that hard, had she?
“Richard…” she started, but the girl cut her off with a wave of her hand.
“Say no more” the girl said. “I know enough. Principal Mortimer asked me to look after you. She thought...

Fifteen minuten later the door of the principal’s office opened again and Debra walked outside, the principal right behind her.
The principal, a tall woman in her mid-forties, looked surprised at Richard, who hadn’t seemed to leave his spot the entire time.
“Richard, what are u doing here? The classes have already begun” she zei reproaching.
Richard nodded at Debra. “I promised Mrs. morgan I would look after her. I’m just keeping my word”
The principal grimaced. “Nice way to dodge classes, but alright. She needs boeken and stuff. u make sure she has everything she needs” It...

The volgende morning someone knocked softly on the door of the storage room. Deb slowly opened her eyes and sat up.
“Come in” she zei sleepy.
The door opened and a girl entered the room.
“Mom says u have to get up” she zei sweet. She was blond, too, but hers was a darker, a warmer shade.
Debra nodded and got out of bed. She turned to the bed and made it up. That was one of the house rules.
She walked to the door where the girl took her hand. She was a little surprised with the gesture, but smiled gratefully.
“My name is Lana” the girl introduced herself. “You’re Debra, right?...

Deb sadly watched Mike drive away in her car. She knew she had hurt him terribly with her suspicion and she wished she had the courage to confide in him, but she simply knew he wouldn’t understand.
“Are u coming?” Beth asked with a voice sweet as honey. Deb slowly turned around and nodded. She followed her sister inside and the latter closed the door.
Deb looked around indifferent. “Are u sure there’s room for two?” she asked careless.
“Yeah, sure” Beth assured Deb. “You can sleep in the bed, and I’ll sleep on the couch”
“I’m not sleeping in your bed” Deb protested....

Agnes stood in front of Wayne and Abigail’s house, her hand pressed against her mouth and tears rolling down her cheeks.
“I can’t believe this is happening” she sobbed, while shaking her head as if denying it would change anything.
“We’ll find her” a female cop assured her. “So, u say u found him like this?”
Agnes nodded. “The hospital told me these people took my cousin with them. So, I went here to ask them to give her back to me, so I could bring her back to her family, where she belongs”
She paused to blow her nose with the handkerchief the cop had offered her....

“What have u done?” Abigail shrieked as she stormed inside the room. Debra didn’t bother turning around; she just gazed at Abigail’s reflection.
Abigail touched Deb’s head and when she withdrew them, hair and blood stuck on her fingers, she stared at the them in horror. Shocked she grabbed for the hairbrush, determined to fix Deb’s hair. But truth was there was no fixing it.
Defeated Abigail shook her head. “Clean up your mess” she ordered sad. “Don’t come downstairs. I’ll bring u your food”
As if in slow motion Deb stood up and bent through her knees to pick up her...

One week later.
Dale was sitting at the tafel, tabel in his room. He held a picture of Deb in his hand. A single teardrop fell on it. “Oh, Debra” he sobbed. “Why did u have to leave? We could’ve had such a beautiful life together”
Beth walked inside from outside the kitchen.
“I made u some tea” she zei careful and she put the schotel down. Not waiting for his reaction of even a sign of gratitude, she poured him a cup.
“I mean, your sister’s worth nothing” Dale mumbled disgusted, apparently completely unaware of the fact that Beth was standing right beside him and if he did, he...

Simon had no sense of time, but if he could trust his stomach it was long past lunch time. It had been painfully rattling for the last couple of hours, but he knew that if he’d complain Agnes would return and not to feed him.
He had been tossing and turning all night, unable to find a comfortable position to sleep. He probably wasn’t the only one, he imagined. Now that Debra was gone someone had to fulfill Dale’s sexual needs.
Poor Beth, Simon thought, she must feel so abandoned and betrayed.
Though he didn’t hear the door open, he did see how a dim light spread itself throughout the basement....

“You ready?” Simon asked when he closed the door behind Debra.
Debra nodded, grateful that he couldn’t hear her hart-, hart pounding. She let him take her hand and pull her towards the elevator. Once there he hesitated.
“On seconde thought,” he zei as the elevator opened, “we might want to take the stairs. It’s safer” he decided, alluding on Deb’s fear of small, dark places. He could only imagine that fear had been highly increased due to the recent events.
He pulled her towards the stairs and they walked down it. At the bottom Simon checked left and right to make sure no one would...

In the months that followed Debra spent most of her time in the library. She loved to read, as long as it wasn’t anything religious.
During the nights she slept in the park, underneath a willow. That was until the park ranger busted her and chased her away. From that moment on she slept in an alley, volgende to a food container. Whenever she got hungry she would dig in the grave and vis something out. Most of it had already passed the vervaltermijn date, but Debra didn’t care. Food was food and she was starving.
One night, she was only in her seventh month, she started having cramps in her stomach....

Hours later Debra was back in her room. Her little sister Beth was fast asleep in the double bed, but Debra was wide awake.
During avondeten, diner Dale had been staring at her. She had felt his eyes prying on her. The thought of what he was going to do to her on the night of her birthday, made her sick.
She looked over her shoulder at her sleeping sister. She didn’t want to leave her here, knowing the kind of man that lived here. But she had no choice. Beth wouldn’t want to leave her parents. She wouldn’t understand.
Debra leaned towards Beth and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek. Then she stood...

“Damn it, Deb, pick up” Mike zei agitated.
Debra’s phone was lying on the washing table, buzzing, but the streaming water in the douche drowned the sound. Debra wasn’t planning on getting ready any time soon. She swore she could still feel the earth on her skin.
“She’s not picking up” Mike zei nervous. “I’m going to go there”
“To do what?” Ryan protested. “Emma and Joe are shot. They need medical attention. They know they won’t get that from Parker”
Debra stepped out of the douche and wrapped a towel around her hair. A seconde one she wrapped around her body....

    
An instant later Emma appeared. When she saw Joe lying on the floor, appearing to be dead, she accelerated her steps, while repeatedly mumbling ‘no’ She knelt and turned Joe on his back.
“Joe, wake up. Please, wake up” she begged. “Don’t leave me here”
Joe groaned and opened his eyes. “Dear God, that hurt” he moaned. “What are u doing here? I told u not to come until I called you”
“I followed Ryan. It would’ve been two against one. It wouldn’t have been a fair fight. I had to come and help you” Emma explained loyal.
“That’s very thoughtful...

The helicopter landed on an open field in the woods. As soon as it hit the ground, Mike opened the door and jumped right out. He ran to the spot Ryan had gegeven him the coordinates of. There were no shovels of anything else that could be useful for that matter.
So he dropped on his knees and started digging.
“Debra!” he shouted while he removed the earth. “Hold on, I’m right here! Just hang on a little bit longer”
After a few meer minuten of digging his hands touched something solid. Agitated he wiped the earth from the box that came in view and along with Turner he opened the coffin....

“Any last words?” Alex asked with a voice of which the malicious pleasure just dripped of. Debra looked up at him, her eyes wide in terror.
“You don’t have to do this” she begged.
“I know I don’t ” Alex replied careless. “Take small breaths” he advised before getting up. As Debra cried and screamed for help he and his partner closed the coffin and buried it underneath the ground.
Everything went quiet. The only sound heard were Debra’s sobs and cries and heavy breaths. She desperately hoped the FBI would find her. Well, they would find her. Just not in time.
“Okay”...

Debra parker her car in front of Beth’s motel room. She stared out of the windshield, feeling Mike’s eyes on her.
“You let her sleep here? Why not in your hotel room? u gave her the keys” he said.
“I wasn’t going to send her back there, with u around” Deb snapped.
Infuriated with Beth’s lies and Deb’s incompetence of seeing her sister for who she really was, Mike unfastened his zitplaats, stoel riem and got out of the car.
He walked around the vehicle and opened Deb’s door, but it wasn’t out of courtesy. He just wanted Deb to hurry up, so he could prove to her that he was trustworthy....

Careful not to alert anyone, Beth walked inside the hospital. She wished it had been a little meer crowded, so no one would notice her, but the place seemed quiet. She could really use some sort of accident now, one that would give her the opportunity to sneak to Debra’s room without being seen.
She took a deep breath and decided to take her chance.
“Hey, wait up!”
Damn it, Beth cursed in herself. She turned around reluctantly and looked at the receptionist.
“Where are u going? Visiting hours are long over” the receptionist zei reproaching.
“Please, I have to speak with my sister”...

Ten minuten left, the grandfather clock in the hallway told Beth. Time to go. Who knew how many people she’d have to shake off on her way to the kitchen? While walking she tried to come up with a good excuse as to why she was all dressed up, wearing her coat, and what she needed the bag for.
Agnes left her door unlocked, something she never did. She would hate it if anyone would enter her room without her permission.
Beth was lucky. She encountered no one and she entered the kitchen. She looked around, but saw no one. Maybe she was too early. Agnes wouldn’t be late. Beth started having...

For the seconde time that dag Agnes grabbed Beth painfully tight door her shoulders.
“What the hell were u doing down there?” she hissed hostile.
“Hiding from you” Beth replied honest. “Does Dale know you’re keeping a boy prisoner? Shall I go and tell him?”
Agnes’ face moved and she put Beth down. “If I let u go unharmed, u won’t speak of the boy to Dale of to anyone” It was a command, not a question. Beth nodded heavy and Agnes let her pass.
As Agnes walked downstairs, Beth headed back upstairs, straight to Dale’s room. Forgetting all courtesy she threw the door open...

Angry and upset Beth headed for the basement. It was dark and quiet. No one would be looking for her down there.
She climbed down the stairs and then hid underneath it. She sunk down and wrapped her arms around her knees.
“Where are you, Debbie? Why did u leave me?” she complained and she supported her head against her knees and started sobbing.
“Beth?”
Beth looked up.
“Beth, is that you?”
“Who is that?” Beth called. “Where are you?”
“I’m in the cage” Simon replied. “Turn the lights on, then you’ll see”
Beth pulled herself up and walked to the switch. She turned...