by Carr, Kam
I stood up and grabbed my bag. It was all back to reality now. I made my way off the plane with Maxwell following behind. I had got to the last step when I felt someone grab hold of my wrist and pull it behind my back. It felt like they were breaking my arm.
I screamed out Maxwell's name. Something was placed over my nose and mouth. I couldn't breathe. I tried to move it away with my free hand but who ever it was had a tight grip.
“Georgina!” Maxwell screamed.
I heard what sounded like a gun shot!
Oh no!
Maxwell?
What the fuck was going on?
Then everything went black..........
I slowly opened my eyes and tried to gain focus but everything look blurry.
Where am I?
Then I remembered what happened when I got off the plane. I sat bolt up.
“Maxwell!” I screamed. I tried to move but my hands were tied to the bed base. I was stuck. I called out again but I was alone. I laid back down and my tears began to fall.
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Where am I?
Where is Maxwell?
Will I ever see him again?
I couldn't stop my tears. The thought that something terrible had happened to my Mr Golden Rule killed me. Would I live to see him again? I began to pray that he was safe. I couldn't lose him or face never seeing his wonderful face ever again. I missed him already.
Who was doing this?
What had I done to deserve this?
Maybe this was just a nightmare and I would wake up soon, next to Maxwell.
Please, let this be a nightmare!
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CHAPTER 14
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Who was trying to kick my door through now?
I opened the door and was shocked to see Maxwell stood there. Was he back to threaten me again?
Then I noticed he was holding his arm.
Shit!
Was that blood?
His face was pale and his eyes were red. Straight away I knew it was something to do with the plan....
Fuck!
What had they done?
“Amy here?” He hesitated. I gave a little nod and allowed him to enter. I was in shock by the sight of blood. Surely this had got out of control!
“Amy!” I yelled. My hands were shaking, I had to try and remain normal until he left. Then I would be straight on the phone to try and find out what was going on. Amy quickly came running from the bedroom. She took one look at Maxwell and screamed.
“What the fuck has happened?” She struggled to get Maxwell’s hand away from the wound. I had to look away. He had been shot! Fuck! This was all too much. I began to worry about Georgina. What had they done to her?
“Fucking hell... You've been shot!” Amy screamed, she ran in to the kitchen and grabbed a towel. She ran back, wrapped it tightly around Maxwell's arms and tied it. Maxwell hissed in pain.
“Where's George?” Amy asked.
Maxwell looked up and I noticed a single tear roll down his cheek. “I don't know!” He cried. “Everything happened really quickly... We were just getting off the plane and someone just grabbed her. They dragged her off to a car, I tried to stop them but they shot me in the arm and I couldn't stop them!” He burst into tears and fell to his knees. “I tried, Amy... I really tried!”
I watched as this man’s world fell to bits. Why wasn't I getting any amusement from this? Instead I was full of fright,worry and remorseful guilt. If anything had happened to Georgina it would be all my fault. Any fool could see he loved Georgina and I knew I couldn't take her away from him.
Why was I having a change of heart?
Him and Georgina destroyed my life, but yet I guess none of us could help who we fall in love with. Besides, I was now happy with Amy. I had to stop all of this and I had to stop it now.
“Amy!” I began with hast. “You need to get Maxwell to the hospital straight away.” I grabbed my car keys and handed them over.
Maxwell shook his head. “I am not going anywhere till we find the bastards who have my woman!” He slowly stood up. “I am going to fucking beat the shit out of who ever did this.”
“Look Maxwell... Go to the hospital and I will call the police and help them find her.”
Maxwell finally agreed and Amy escorted him out.
I was finally alone and could breathe. I had to find them and stop it before it got worse. I had a funny idea where they could be... I just hoped I wasn't too late!
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I heard a door open and close. I sat up but the room was still black. I was still trying to find it hard to focus and my eyes stung from all the crying. I could tell someone was here with me, I could hear their heavy breathing.
“Who ever you are... Let me go!” I screamed.
I heard a cold laugh. “Miss Dawson” said a voice. The voice did sound familiar but I was in no right mind to place a face to it. I could feel their presence at the end of the bed. My heart was beating fast and my breathing was escalating.
“What do you want?” I cried. “If its money then your out of luck. I don't have any!”
The voice laughed again. “At least your honest! That's why you get engaged to rich men and live off them.” I felt someone perch on the end of the bed. “You see, Miss Dawson. Some people find it difficult to allow others to have what is theirs. I think you know deep down why your here... I wonder how many people hate you? Oh, you play the innocent but everyone knows how you love to inflict pain on people. That's why I need to teach Daddy's little princess a lesson.” They stood up quickly. “You need to learn not to touch what isn't yours!
I felt the tears begin to fall again. I was scared and I just wanted to be with Maxwell. What was this person talking about? I hadn't done anything wrong. Who would want to do this to me? I heard the door slam shut.
“No!!!” I screamed into the darkness.
“Mother!” I yelled entering her hotel suite. She was sat reading as if nothing was going on.
“Blake” she smiled looking up. “What are you doing here?”
How could she act so calm and casual?
I was going out of my head. Every worse scenario racing through my mind. I had ran all the way here. I wanted Georgina to be safe, but after seeing Maxwell with the gun shot wound... I knew these people were willing to do anything to get Debbie what she wanted.
“Maxwell was shot!”
“I know” she smiled with pleasure, she placed her magazine on the table. “We had to do something to stop him from coming after us.”
Who was she trying to convince me or herself?
“You could of killed him” I snapped. “This has to stop and it has to stop now.”
My Mother slowly shook her head. I could tell she was enjoying herself. “I can't do that!” She spat. “Georgina doesn't deserve your pity, son. Remember what she did to you? What she did to us?”
It all made sense now why she had jumped at the chance of helping me. I couldn't believe I had been stupid! This wasn't about a Mother helping out her son. This was a Mother embarrassed because her plan to get rid of Georgina a few months ago had back fired. I stormed over to her chair and slammed my hands down on the arms. I glared at her. Ours faces only itches apart.
“Where is Georgina?” I screamed in her face. She moved back a little. I watched as fright filled her face. I didn't want to scare her but I had to do something drastic to keep Georgina safe. “I swear to god, Mother! If you don't tell me, I will.....”
“Room 201” she quickly confessed and pulled the key out of her pocket. “I thought it was an appropriate room for her to stay in.” She slowly placed the key in my palm. “It was the room you were both meant to spend your wedding night.”
I cringed and stood back up. I couldn't believe she was my Mother. She was cold and evil. From today I doubted I ever wanted to see her again.
“It's for the best!” I said. “All of this is wrong and I couldn't live wi
th myself if anything bad happened.” I left the room and went in search of Georgina.
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CHAPTER 15
“Your going to have to go into surgery to remove the bullet, Mr Thomas” the doctor said. I stood up there was no way I could stay while Georgina was wherever with what ever psycho that did all this. To top it all they had a gun and were obviously not afraid to use it!
“Mr Thomas, you can't leave the hospital” the Doctor barked. “If the bullet stays in there any longer it could get infected.” The Doctor glared at me and I sat back down on the bed. I felt the tears build up in my eyes.
Why didn't I listen to her?
She said on the plane she didn't want to come back and I ignored her. I needed her back by my side, how could I carry on without her?
“The Police will be here soon to talk you.” The Doctor wrote something down in my notes. “Please try and refrain from running away!” The Doctor left and Amy entered the room.
“Any news?” I asked instantly. Amy shook her head. “What the fuck is Blake playing at? I knew I should of never trusted that shit head!”
“He is not a shit head!” Amy tutted while sitting down next to me on the bed. “He will find her, Maxwell. Why would someone do this?”
I diverted my eyes to the far corner of the room. “Look in my jacket pocket” I commanded. Amy pulled my jacket towards her and began to dig through the pocket. She pulled that sick picture out and her mouth opened wide.
“Fuck!” She said with a disgusting tone. “Why would someone do something this sick? Does Georgina know?”
I shook my head. The promise I made to Georgina in Spain filled my head. I had promised to tell her everything, no secrets! Maybe if I had told her she would have been better prepared for tonight’s event. I felt sick just wondering what they had done to her?
“That's why I hired the body guard, waste of money that was!” I looked up at Amy. “I need her back” I cried.
“I know” she said with concern. She began to rub my back in a friendly way. “She will be back, Maxwell. Georgina is strong.”
I closed my eyes and wished hard... The only wish I had ever made in my life.
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“Georgina!” I called out switching the light. I looked over to the bed and there she was both hand was tied to the bed base. Why were they treating her like an animal? It was disgusting. She looked scared and alone. A wave of guilt flushed through me, this was all my fault.
How could of even contemplated going along with this?
My poor girl had gone through what traumatic situation these monsters had put her through. I was actually going to stand back and allow this to happen. I wasn't a man, I was a wimpish twat who put my own selfish needs first.
She looked up at me. She was a mess, her eyes red raw and her hair all roughed up.
“Blake!” She called out, her eyes narrowed from the brightness of the light. How long had they kept her like this? “Your not here to hurt me too?”
I shook my head and ran towards the bed. “No, I would never hurt you Georgina.” I began to free her hands from the rope that was bounding her. When her hands were free, she rubbed her wrists and both were covered in big red marks.
“Why are you here?” She asked finally looking up at me.
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I brushed a strand of her hair away from her face. To actually touch her again and feel the softness of her hair was amazing. “I'm here to take you to Maxwell” I said feeling a pang of sadness. I was no longer the person she would want to see ever!!! Her eyes widen. “He's in the hospital” I answered her unspoken question.
“The hospital? The gun shot?” Panic hit her face.
“It's okay” I reached out for her hand. “He was shot in the arm. It wasn't lethal and I am sure he will make a full recover. Now lets get out here and get you back to him.”
A small smile appeared on her lips. Even in the state she was in she still made my stomach flip over. “I just need the toilet” she blushed. I helped her get off the bed and escorted to the bathroom door. “I'll be fine from here.” Once she was safe inside I closed the door.
Just then the hotel door opened and Debbie appeared holding a gun. I froze. Her eyes had a crazy glint to them. She must of spoken to my mother. She began to scan the room, waving the gun about.
“Where is she?”
I looked over at the toilet door and prayed Georgina just stayed in there. I shrugged and swallowed hard. “She's gone!” I put my hands up. “Put the gun down, Debbie. This has already gone far enough already.”
She walked up to me and placed the gun in my face. “You let her go? You were meant to help me get rid of that whore! How could you let her go?”
“Because Maxwell got shot and this was not what we planned.”
The door knob of the bathroom began to click and Debbie's automatically looked over. An evil smile came to her lips. “Who's in there?”
“No one!” I grabbed hold of her arm. “It's probably coming from another room. Lets go and calm down. “ I tried to get her leave the room.
She snatched her arm away and once again waved the gun in my face. “If you say anything I will kill you, Blake. Go stand over there!” She pointed the gun to the far corner of the room. She crept over to the door. I urged Georgina mentally not to come out of the room.
“Okay, Blake. All ready!”
Before I could even warn Georgina, she stepped out and Debbie smacked the gun into the back of Georgina's head. She fell to the floor and blood was everywhere. Debbie stumbled back and instantly dropped the gun. I watched as fright filled her. I ran over and felt for a pulse. Thank god, she was still alive.
Debbie placed her hand to her mouth in shock. “Well?” I didn't answer. “Well?” She screamed.
My eyes look up at Debbie. I wanted to pick the gun up and smash her head in with it. Looking at my beautiful girl pouring with blood and lifeless.
“Your lucky” I snarled. “Call an ambulance.”
She began to cry. What was she crying for? “I can't” she protested. “They will arrest me and probably take Olivia away.”
I stood up and pushed her against the wall. I grabbed hold of her chin and pulled her face up to look at me. “Too fucking late!” I yelled. “Now call the ambulance and if she dies your be next!” Debbie slowly nodded and ran over to the phone on the bed side cabinet.
I look down at Georgina motion less and ran a hand through my hair. This was all my fault! How could I of been so stupid? Once upon a time this woman was my world. I looked after her and loved her with all my heart. Secretly, I still loved her and I would do anything to make her happy.
Now........ I could be responsible of her death!
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CHAPTER 16
Laying here was driving me insane. I needed to go out and find Georgina. Every five minutes I would check my phone but nothing! What was that fucking prick playing at! Surely someone should of known something by now. Where was she? I would seriously harm someone if there was one mark on my Miss Dawson.
I felt useless for the first time in my life. I hated the not knowing and hated got being in charge of everything. Fucking dumb hospital, it felt like a fucking prison. There was a knock on the door and I felt my heart beating fast. Hopefully, it was Georgina but the excite drifted away when two policemen walked in. Maybe they had some good news to tell me.
I tried to push myself up with the one good arm I had. “Mr Thomas” one smiled. “We meet again!” I stared at him blankly. “You called me a prick?” He revealed. I rolled my eyes, I didn't care. Surely he should get out more if he remembered shit like that. My arm was beginning to ache, guess the pain killers were wearing off.
“We believe you were shot last night?”
I looked over at my arm. “No! An harmless fluffy bunny bit me!” One of the policemen sat down in the chair next to the bed. “Have you found her?”
The policeman looked up, he looked lost. “Found who?”
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p; “Georgina Dawson” I yelled.
“No... Why would we be looking for her?”
I felt my blood boil. I knew I should of never trusted that shit head. He hadn't even called the fucking police. What was he playing at? Or maybe it was bad! I felt my good fist tighten. What was going on?
“Mr Thomas” the policeman began. “This sounds very serious... We need to know everything that happened. From the start.”
I rubbed my brow in annoyance. How was it going to help sitting here just talking about it! Surely someone should be out there at least searching.
“We need to know all the details, Mr Thomas.” The other policeman said. “It sounds like a possibly kidnapping and you have been shot. For all we know Miss Dawson could be in great danger and if we don't know all the facts...”
“Why didn't you report this sooner?” The other policemen asked.
I glared at him. “I thought it had been by a Mr Blake Waterman, the fucking useless shit!”
The policeman pulled his chair closer and held his pen ready. “Right from the beginning and don't leave anything out.”
I really needed a cigarette. I gave a little cough and began to tell them everything. I explained about the packages, the necklace, the photos and about when we got off that plane. I cried like a baby all the way through. I didn't care that two grown men had witnessed it. The pain of my future wife being snatched away from me was unbearable.
I was nothing without Georgina. How could I even carry on with her? Memories of her filled my head. The bathroom in LA, the dancing in Spain and the very first moment I laid eyes on her. That tiny woman shifting nervously in her seat.
The policeman finished writing and book his little black book away. “Thank you that was obviously very painful. We promise we will find her.”