DRAGONJULS' Storybook
~ All Our Tomorrows ~
J M Dragon
Part Thirteen
© February 2001
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Part One
Chapter Twenty-six
Faith sat opposite her son in law who looked drained and decidedly dejected at the recent events that had transpired. The only good thing of today was the marvellous news that Lisa was safe with Catherine that had brought tears to them all, even Jake who had disappeared into his room and hadn't been seen since. She had been reluctant to seek him out until Colin came over then she would send him to the boy, but looking at the man she doubted he was in a fit state to do that.
“Colin would you like to talk about it?” Faith asked him tentatively, she hadn’t liked the look of the woman who had shared her daughter’s home for the night alone with the man before her.
Colin heard the words wanting to respond but he really didn’t want to face any more censure from Faith, what could he say.
“It might help.” Faith tried again she had seen this look of defeat on her husband’s face from time to time when something on the force had troubled him.
“Oh Faith what a waste.” The words filled with sadness. Faith felt her own emotions sway a little in sympathy for the young woman who had been killed.
“You knew her well?” Faith wasn’t sure she wanted the answer but it was a start in understanding.
Colin looked up with a weary expression. “Hardly at all really, she was Catherine’s physio for several months there were a few problems. She left under a cloud but nothing to do with myself or Grace.”
“I see, so she came here to see you?”
“No, no she was here to visit Jace. Perhaps if I hadn’t invited her to stay the evening this wouldn’t have happened.” Colin said desolately.
“How can you say that Colin, the police have indicated that there was no way you could have known about the device.” Faith pointed out practically. She knew the police officer that they had met when Jace had been kidnapped, had stated such to the man.
“How can they know that? She left her vehicle for several hours it was surely tampered with then.” He voiced his irritation with the police explanation.
“I’m sure they will investigate it thoroughly then we will know for sure. He’s a good police officer Colin.” Faith spoke quietly, but with a little force behind it to make her point.
“Yes, I suppose you are right.” Colin said quietly, starring unseeingly into the empty coffee mug he held in lifeless hands.
“Have you talked with Grace?” Faith asked quietly.
“Briefly, she’s fine. The baby is making her feel sick but they are both great. I don’t know what I would have done if anything had happened to either one of them.” The man said his tears ready to fall as his voice filled with emotion at the thought of his wife and unborn child.
Faith silently nodded her head at the sentiment, thank god for that.
“Did she say when she would be home?”
“She said soon, maybe in a few days. I…I miss her Faith, every time she goes away it tears me up inside until she’s back again.” He blinked away the unshed moisture obscuring his vision.
Faith heard the love that filled those words, smiling at the bowed head of the man. It was often said that men didn’t portray emotion or that they didn’t feel the depth of love that women were capable of. Well, she was seeing that depth of feeling for herself here and now. Recalling her own relationship with her husband, she had always considered that particular old wives tale a myth. Pity some women didn’t look behind the façade and if most men didn’t try to be so aloof and strong all the time. Perhaps there would be less disappointment in relationships. She herself had been apt to over react with the Danni situation and this man, a point she regretted.
“Knowing Grace she will be home soon, you can count on it. How about I pour you another coffee, see what Jake is up to and we have a light supper together?” Faith smiled at the man watching him nod his head at her suggestion.
“Good, Judy will be home soon with Elena. We will have a quiet night together what do you say?”
Colin looked up gave his mother in law a grateful if weak smile, watching her go over for the coffee pot pouring him another cup.
* * * * * * * * * *
Jace sat in the darkening patio area looking at the water fountain in the shape of a woman. A Greek personage for sure, which one she didn’t know? Contemplating the events of the day and how lucky she had been. How was she going to tell Catherine what happened? That part wasn’t going to be easy she knew that. ‘Catherine is reasonable isn’t she? Well she could be in the right circumstances, I can always work on the circumstances.’ That thought brought up an event they had talked about but had to sideline with all the events that had occurred recently, a baby!
Funny after all the tragedy that had transpired here today she could contemplate such a wonderful event-taking place. Then again the birth of new life to replace the death of other life wasn’t a bad thing to consider. Everything had been set up in Boston, it was just a matter of Catherine agreeing the sperm donor and away they went. Sounded so easy when you simplified it, thinking about it now she was sure that it was the way forward.
“You appear pre-occupied my dear?” Constantia had watched several expressions cross the blonde woman’s face for several minutes; she had watched the partner of her niece in silence.
Jace was startled at the comment, and that someone was actually in the room with her. “Constantia I’m sorry I didn’t realise…” She stood up and was waved to sit down again.
“Jace please sit, I hope you don’t mind some company?” Constantia asked quietly wheeling her chair over to the recliner Jace was seated in again.
“No, please I would welcome the company.” Jace replied smiling warmly at the older woman. To her it was as if she was as close to her partner as you could get without her being here with her, the likeness was incredible.
“I’m delighted that your daughter has been returned to you safely. I’m sure Catherine is now on her way home to you.” Constantia smiled, as she looked at the blonde woman and the blinding smile she was given at the comment.
“Oh you just don’t know how happy I was when Catherine called with that news. It made everything here so bearable. Yes, she’s going home.” Jace replied, her voice indicating the happiness she felt at the thought.
“So, she will be returning here?”
Jace glanced at Constantia sharply what did she mean? Now, or in the future? “I’m sorry I don’t understand?”
Constantia laughed at the surprised looked on the child’s face. “My niece is in love with you, therefore wherever you are is home to her. Naturally I thought she would come here.”
Jace blushed, a delicate pink as she thought that was such a romantic conclusion to the horrific events that had kept them apart, unfortunately it wasn’t going to happen.
“No, I’m afraid Catherine and Lisa are going home to Destiny. I will follow with Grace as soon as she can travel safely.”
“I see.” Constantia looked over to the water fountain, gazing at the statue for a few moments.
“Do you know who the figure is Jace?” Constantia asked quietly.
“No, I thought it might be a famous Greek, not sure which one though.” Jace replied apologetically.
The older woman smiled, then turned her ice blue eyes towards Jace, making the younger woman shudder at the familiarity she felt in this woman’s presence.
“Well, Aphrodite is a very famous Greek, the goddess of love no less in Greek mythology. I had this piece custom made from old drawings in one of the old family journals that mentioned the piece had been part of the villa centuries ago. It appears that one of my ancestors had a particular fondness for her, she was very beautiful.” Constantia spoke softly as she gazed at the perfect form of the statue.
“She was very beautiful, does she bring luck in love?” Jace asked now interested in this small history lesson.
“Luck? I’m not sure but she does appreciate a good love story, I’m sure even now.” Constantia chuckled at the question posed.
“I love Catherine very much.” Jace stated clearly as she saw the older woman glance at her in surprise.
“I do not doubt it Jace. How do you feel when she leaves you so often, in her business she apparently will.”
“She doesn’t mean to leave us!” Jace was offended at the inference.
“No, perhaps she doesn’t. Catherine has done so many times before, to all her family who love her. It started with her many years ago as a young woman, she does not settle down well my dear.” Constantia saw the angry expression in the young woman’s face but knew it was a defensive expression.
“She can leave as many times as she wants, so long as she always comes back to us, to ME!” Jace replied with conviction.
“You would not restrict her or ask her to stay?” Catherine’s aunt was interested in the answer to this question.
Jace took several minutes to answer the question, finally voicing her opinion. “She can leave as many times as she needs I will never ask her to stay if she wants to go, what would be the point. I hope that someday she will see that everything she needs is actually with me, the children, our other family members and friends. I want her to want that! I know that deep down she will one day; it might not be tomorrow or the next day or even next year. But one day she will find it and I’ll be waiting as I always have been, because I simply have all her tomorrows and I will love her through them all.”
Constantia couldn’t stop the tears that welled up in her eyes at that sincere admission she inclined her head gazing warmly at Jace, changing the subject to Sarah’s health.
* * * * * * * * * *
“Your brother died a hero Althea.” Lukas spoke quietly to the young woman, who was standing so silent and still against the balcony of the room she had been given at the villa. Everyone had thought it best she stayed with people who cared about her, for he knew that he did.
“If he was a hero why did he die?” Althea choked out her eyes dull with the pain of her loss.
“Perhaps that was the price, the sacrifice of his life for the lives of others. He did a great thing standing up to the mad woman you must know that.” Lukas felt at a loss himself on how to explain the tragedy to her. It was never certain why people died in those circumstances and the evil ones still lived, as the foreigner had.
“That woman Clauser or Hudson or whatever she’s called! Why isn’t she dead? Why Lukas? It doesn’t make sense, why did all of my family have to pay the price?” Althea shouted out in her anger and bitterness over the situation.
Lukas walked slowly over to her, standing beside her and starring out at the deepening blue of the sea as the evening descended on them. He had thought he would never see a sunset again, yet here he was sharing one again thanking God for that miracle.
“I do not know Althea, I wish I could answer it for you I really do but only God can answer that one I’m afraid.”
“Then perhaps I should go and ask him?” Althea responded releasing a heart-rending sob that tore at Lukas’s resolve.
“Perhaps you should Althea.” He pulled the woman into his arms she sobbed inconsolably on his broad shoulder; he stroked her hair gently to soothe her battered emotions.
“I know, I know but what do I do Lukas, what do I do now?” Words she continued to say through her tears.
“Let me help you Althea perhaps together we can work it all out.” Lukas replied softly. As he continued the gentle strokes he felt her relax slightly, although the sobs still wracked her body.
“Why would you want to help me?” Althea looked up blearily from his shoulders capturing his eyes in a pleading look.
“Don’t ask why Althea just accept it and it will all turn out, trust me.” Lukas starred back into the bloodshot eyes of the heart broken woman as he felt his own heart skip a beat feeling a responsibility for her that he never expected.
“Thank you Lukas.” Althea whispered croakily into his shoulder, she tightened her arms about him hoping the security he offered would ease her troubles, if only for a moment.
Lukas smiled tenderly at the dark head on his shoulder placing a light kiss on her hair, holding her close, hoping to keep out the dark thoughts.
* * * * * * * * * *
James Thompson sat down in the chair that had been offered him by the police captain drinking thirstily from the coffee he was offered.
“Mr. Thompson we thank you for your help in the identity mock-up photo that we have now circulated of your friend. Perhaps when our suspect is awake she may tell us of his exact whereabouts. For now we will have to hope that someone saw them and try to take it from there.”
“He was a police officer in New York, they will want to know about this. I don’t think he had any family.” James muttered his mind chaotic, so many things had happened. Although he hadn’t particularly liked Kelsey, he didn’t want to think that the man was dead either.
“Then it was a tip-off? He was working for the police department? That is very strange I was not informed.” The captain looked a little disturbed at that news; it was protocol that the information between countries was shared.
“No! No he was helping a friend in his vacation time.” James quickly diffused the situation seeing the other mans face take on an angry expression.
“Who is this friend?” the Captain probed, that made more sense. The officer should still have discussed his visit with the local police, especially if it was a potentially dangerous situation.
“Catherine Warriorson, although she for business reasons goes by the name of Devonshire. Perhaps you have heard of her?” James asked, she was quite well known these days; no matter how she tried to stay reclusive that was now a thing of the past.
“Warriorson, no not Catherine, but of course Jace. Are they related?” the officer asked sipping from his own cup of coffee.
“Yes, they are related. Catherine is actually the niece of Constantia Xianthos, that is the connection.” James wasn’t sure how much information he should give out about Catherine and Jace deciding on the minimum at this stage.
“Ah, I was not aware of a niece, it was commonly believed that the Xianthos line would cease with her aunt. That is very interesting and good news for the islanders here.” The Captain smiled, James saw several expressions flit across the man’s craggy face.
“Why would that be? Catherine doesn’t live here.” James was intrigued, he couldn’t help the interest in that comment pushing the horrific thought of Kelsey lying dead somewhere into the recesses of his mind momentarily.
The Captain stood up, walking over to the window that overlooked the paved street below. His gaze sauntered over the passing town’s people on their own business of the day.
“The Xianthos family have been a part of the Island since it’s birth in Greek society several centuries ago, as indeed have the Spiros family. The events that have taken place here today are similar to a story from our history, it is a sad day indeed that they have once again resulted in tragedy. One day it is said that the family of Xianthos and Spiros will join together, the broken piece of the picture will finally be replaced, bringing great prosperity back to the Island.”
James was fascinated with the story, even more so as the practical police captain who was most definitely a man of this century, appeared so engrossed, as well as believable as he spoke the words.
“You believe this?” James, not sure of the reaction he would get.
“Believe it no! I am not a member of the faculty that puts credence behind such nonsense. Many do of course, I love my island Mr. Thompson and my Greek heritage. I am proud to be Greek and love it’s history but also know we must play our role in the world as it is today.” The Captain proudly stated as he smiled at the American.
“Would you perhaps relate the ancient story to me over dinner?” James asked tentatively, he wanted to know more it fascinated him.
The police Captain grinned at the man as he nodded his head. “Yes that would be a good idea, for I think we may have a long night ahead of us in our search for the unfortunate Mr. Kelsey.”
James agreed. Although it was a respite from
the real reason he was here with the police captain, something told him that out of this
tragedy something good was going to happen.
* * * * * * * * *
Chapter Twenty-seven
Serena Dusterly sat patiently waiting outside the police Chiefs office who had been the one to insist she contact Catherine Devonshire directly. If it hadn’t been for him she wouldn’t be feeling so happy inside right now.
Her eyes occasionally scanned the occupants of the room she was in she had to admit the looks she appeared to be receiving were either looks of congratulations or interest, but for the first time in over two years nothing hostile that was a change for the better.
“Ms. Dusterly, Captain Travis will see you now, if you would go inside?” The secretary who had come out of the office asked her politely.
“Sure.” Serena said quietly standing up drawing a deep breath as she entered the office.
As she walked inside closing the door silently behind her, she saw the familiar face of the police Captain who had set her on this path. Then she noted someone else was in the room standing tall and erect against the wall, she didn’t know who he was.
“Captain you requested the pleasure of my company?” Serena asked quietly, as she glanced towards the unknown figure in the room with them.
“Ms. Dusterly I wanted to personally congratulate you, to say I’m proud to know you.” The Captain smiled warmly at her, standing up at his desk holding out his hand to congratulate her.
“Thanks, but you have to take some credit yourself in this, if it hadn’t been for you…” he waved away the comment, motioning her to sit down.
“Serena…” he looked at her for permission to use her Christian name, she smiled at him to go ahead. “ Serena, I did my little bit that’s true, but you my dear convinced me to consider all the possibilities, I did. Doctor Rosnova is a very cruel sick woman, to want to do what she did, and still be involved with the families afterwards. I don’t know how long it would have gone on for if you hadn’t agreed to revisit the case with me, for that I thank you.”
Serena shrugged. “Perhaps we both should be thanking Ms. Devonshire. After all without her faith, none of this would have been allowed to play out would it?” Serena answered cautiously, she was puzzled that the other man in the room hadn’t been introduced.
“I take your point. However, she was desperate, desperate people are apt to take chances, wouldn’t you say?” the captain understated Ms. Devonshire’s role as Serena saw it.
Serena chose not to answer that one as she looked pointedly at the man in the room. “You haven’t introduced your friend?”
The Captain shamefacedly turned a little pink at the question, turning to the man in the room with them. “You want to do the honours?”
The broad shouldered man stepped forward, his plain face looked quite handsome as he smiled at Serena, holding his hand out in greeting.
“I’m sorry that was rather impolite of me in the circumstances. My name is Guy Stevens I’m with the FBI. Can’t tell you which department at this time, suffice to say it’s an important department.”
Serena looked closely at him as he introduced himself.
“That makes it comforting I’m sure. What do you want?” Serena answered caustically, refusing to take the handshake offered as the man slowly placed his outstretched hand by his side.
“I know of course you might feel a little aggrieved at the FBI.” Serena laughed bitterly at that comment.
“No! Whatever gave you that idea?” Serena stated with venom locking his gaze in a challenge.
“Ms. Dusterly, you have been badly treated previously by the department, therefore I can understand your current dislike. Please would you let me have some time alone with you to explain my case? Then you may make whatever judgements you want afterwards.” The man remarked in a voice that held sincerity.
“Go ahead.” Serena said pointedly, as she crossed her arms in front of her chest waiting for the monologue.
“Perhaps I should go?” the Police Captain said quietly.
“No!” Serena shouted, as the FBI agent stated “Yes.” to the Captain’s words.
The Captain looked at them both smiling wryly didn’t matter which force you worked for; it was all the same in the end, the inevitable trade off!
“How about I arrange coffee and doughnuts, you two talk between yourselves.”
Serena sighed heavily; as the agent smiled at the man thinking he had got the result he wanted.
The Captain walked over to Serena placed a quick comforting hand on her shoulder before he left the room.
“You had something to say to me?” Serena asked starkly, smiling as the man looked uncomfortable for a second.
“Yes I want you to come back to the FBI and work for me!” The man asked in a confident tone.
Serena laughed at him as she looked down at her feet for a few moments before she answered.
“There is nothing that the FBI could offer me to entice me back, sorry.” Serena stated calmly giving him a deadpan look.
“I think there is! How about three times what you were paid before, increased holiday benefits and your own department.” The man traded glance for glance smiling at her. This was one of the best packages available in a government office.
Serena considered what he said for a few minutes then answered. “No thanks.”
“No? No you don’t want your own department? A salary that makes peanuts of what you are living on now? Don’t be stupid Dusterly I’m offering you your dream job, who wouldn’t want to take it?” The man spluttered, astounded that she had refused the position offered. They had looked at her profile, manufacturing the position to suit her. Although it wasn’t such a bad idea, if she was as good as this current scenario indicated.
“I don’t want to take it.” Serena smugly replied. If someone had offered her this a week ago she would have jumped at the chance and thanked God for the miracle. But she’d seen the miracle already; it had been in the eyes of Catherine Devonshire and her daughter when they were reunited. It also made her aware of how fragile everything was in life; the simplest thing could destroy everything you held precious so easily.
“Has someone got to you already? What have they offered you? We will double it?” the man quickly interjected.
Serena gave him a wide smile as she shook her head. “No one has offered me anything Mr. Stevens. Except that I found my self-respect. I’ve decided to go freelance help other people in this situation, who have been ignored by the people who they hoped would help them.”
The man snorted at the comment. “Idealist bullshit if you don’t mind me saying so Ms. Dusterly. How are you going to live on that? Who has the money to pay you?”
Serena once again glanced at her feet counted to ten then answered clearly. “I learned that money isn’t everything Mr. Stevens, who knows you might want to take up my services at some stage, you might pay me.”
The man gasped at her arrogance then looked at her serious expression, knowing he had failed to convince her. Walking over to her he looked down at her seated in the chair opposite the Police Chiefs desk, as he smiled reluctantly.
“Then I wish you luck Ms. Dusterly…I’ll be seeing you.” he smiled again as he walked out of the room leaving Serena somewhat surprised as the Police Chief walked back in.
“Everything settled between you two?” he asked as he placed three cups of coffee on the desk.
Serena wasn’t sure what to say was it settled? She didn’t think so, but at the same time it didn’t appear as if it was an adversarial situation either. “Time will tell.”
“Yeah, time certainly does that. So, Serena come on spill the beans. How did you capture Rosnova?” the Captain asked genuinely interested, selecting one of the coffees, sitting back in his chair to hear the facts from the horses mouth.
* * * * * * * * * *
Catherine was seated in a cramped position at the bedside table close to the bed that Lisa was still sleeping in. It was five a.m. she’d made all the arrangements for the flight out of New York all that was needed was for Lisa to wake, they would leave within two hours of that event.
She was still embarrassed at the fact that she had fallen asleep on Jace. When she’d awoken at three a.m. unable to sleep anymore, she had searched the apartment to find everyone but Jason gone. He had been sleeping rather awkwardly in the easy chair in the living area, a book partially open on his chest; he’d obviously fallen asleep reading.
Not wanting to embarrass him she’d turned to leave the room when he asked where she was going.
“Hey Jason, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to disturb you.” Catherine answered apologetically.
“No you didn’t disturb me. I’m glad you woke me, Alison would kill me if she found me like this, the old bones don’t agree with sleeping in chairs anymore I’m afraid.” Jason smiled at her as he flexed his aching muscles.
“You done a lot of sleeping in chairs?” Catherine turned back sinking down in the seat opposite him, but close enough to the open door to hear Lisa if she called out.
“Well, I do have two daughters you know.” Jason smiled as he recalled an episode or two.
“They were a handful? I can’t imagine Jace ever bringing you trouble, Lucy on the other hand….” Catherine trailed off as she considered that she might have overstepped the mark about Lucy.
“Ah, Catherine when your daughters grow up trust me you might sleep in the chair on occasion, even if you think butter wouldn’t melt in their mouth.” Jason’s eyes twinkled as he saw the puzzled look cross her face.
“I hardly think I will take that stance with my daughters.” Catherine replied, annoyed that she might interfere with her children’s choices.
Jason laughed at the naïve comment. “I’m sorry Catherine but if you love them and I surely know you do. Then you are going to be sitting in that chair from time to time. Knowing Lisa and Elena at this age already, unless something drastic changes, then my dear you are in for some interesting hours.”
“Jason, Lisa and Elena are playful children, they will grow out of it, I’m sure.” Catherine stated forcefully certain in her comment.
“Catherine, want me to tell you that Jace has caused me more chair sittings than Lucy ever could. That my daughter who you think is wonderful, I might add she is but let me tell you she’s a handful too.” Jason smiled as he thought of his elder daughter, her caring nature that had produced the odd scrape or two along the way.
“I…I can’t believe that Jace is more of a handful than Lucy. Why Lucy is so headstrong!”
“Yes she is, but she’s a predictable headstrong, Lucy you can read like a book and put in place any measures to tone that down. With Jace, she’s unexpected, impulsive and totally trusting that you never know what’s going to happen next.” Jason looked into her face as he said the words knowing that they had hit home.
“Have you ever had cause to stay up late waiting for her to come home?” Jason asked softly, watching one of her expressions he’d seen before because it had happened to him in the past.
Catherine didn’t know what to say to that. Yes she had, but it had been jealousy, surely that wasn’t what they were talking about here, was it? “Perhaps not in the way you did.”
“Perhaps not? But you still were there waiting for my little girl. One day you will wait for yours in much the same way that I have in the past. Remember one thing Catherine it is all about loving that child, caring for their safety and happiness, it’s the one-thing parents will always do. No matter how old their child is, hopefully they can allocate that task to another along the way, which cares as much for their child as they do. Although it will always be a caretaker, for in the hearts of all parents they never quite give up the responsibility totally.” Jason explained watching several expressions flash across the solemn profile before him.
Several minutes later Catherine answered in a gentle tone. “You’re right Jason, you never forget you love your child even if they no longer are part of your life. I guess I’m going to have some sleepless nights along the way then with those two, there’s no telling how Jake will be along the way either.”
Jason grinned as he saw the solemn expression change to one of wonder at the situation, but a happy wonder.
“Well, you can always come along and ask grandpa for some tips now can’t you?” Catherine smiled warmly at the man, feeling closer to Jace when she was with this man, it made her shake her head at herself for that stupid thought, though why should she it was Jace’s father after all.
“Yes, I will. Thank you. Would you listen out for Lisa while I take a shower then perhaps you could use one of the spare rooms and get some decent sleep yourself?” Catherine asked him as he nodded his ascent.
So, here she was two hours later smiling at the absurd thought of Lisa and Elena in years to come, what they might turn out like, to cause her to stay up in a chair all night.
One day soon she was going to ask her father in law to elaborate on his stories of Jace, and the late nights. Her smile gentle as she let the thoughts of her partner sweep over her made her feel warm and secure.
Looking at the flight details she let a stray thought blossom, then placed a call back to her flight administrator.
Soon, soon my love, we will all be together again!
* * * * * * * * * *
Hudson slowly came out of her pain filled sleep trying to focus on where she was, virtually impossible, as everything was a haze to her.
She heard sounds that were not clearly audible to her, movement was as in a dream but was she dreaming? Or was she dead?
“Hey!” she tried to shout her mind told her she had shouted but she didn’t hear anything bar a croak from some unknown person.
Movement in the room increased or so she envisaged, trying to focus in on the situation, but couldn’t it was a haze and wanted to remain so. It reminded her of being a child her mother would push her in the cellar lock the door when her stepfather came home drunk most nights. It was cold, damp oh so dark in the cellar, but she preferred that to the monster she had to call her father! He was nothing more than an animal; if she had the chance she would kill him, for what he’d done to her mother, and to her too.
“Hey I want to see you?” Hudson tried to ask the shapes that appeared to come closer to her; certain one of them was familiar to her!
Hudson saw the dark looming shape she had died; it had to be that, she was in hell! Her stepfather was here to taunt her again. She couldn’t let that happen she couldn’t, this time. No, she had to be strong to work through this.
“Get away you pervert! I killed you once before, I’m going to do it again I tell you, I’ll kill you again.” Hudson screamed out in her mind, hoping she had dismissed the dark figure that descended towards her but she wasn’t sure, she wasn’t, struggling as she felt pressure on her arm.
Not again, never again, it wasn’t going to happen again, even if she was dead it wasn’t fair! Not then, not now, she was stronger then him now, she would be, had to be! Her struggles increased as she tried to stop this monster touching her, he wasn’t ever going to touch her again ever!
Then she felt a pain, as the shapes receded slowly into the background, feeling the blackness take her. That was better than the monster; so much better, it couldn’t hurt her in the darkness could it? No, it couldn’t see her she was safe.
“Did you have to put her out again Doctor?” the Police Officer who had witnessed the suspect coming round, admittedly in an agitated state but coming round all the same.
“The woman was disorientated she would have hurt herself more if I hadn’t settled her down again. She’s on the edge as it is Officer, let me do my job, then perhaps you can do yours.” the young doctor said disturbed at the words the woman had uttered disjointedly when she woke up.
“Next time she’s mine Doctor, peoples lives might depend on it!” the Police Officer stated coldly. This foreigner was nothing more than a criminal why should it matter if she was hurting, she wasn't the victim here others were.
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