Three Thousand Miles - Forever, (book #3 of Three Thousand Miles, Series) (33 page)
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Authors: Deila Longford
“It’s time to go,” Michael links his arm into mine and then Chad does the same
with the other side. They begin to lead me out into the hallway and I feel the
sudden the urge to run. My heart races as we approach the front door, my
head is spinning as I think that perhaps I can break free from their grip once we
are outside. I decide to make a run for it as soonas one of them opens the
door. We approach the door and Chad is the one wholeans into the door
handle. I watch him as he slowly turns the knob and when the cool air from the
icy night reaches my face, I lunge forward out into the cold street. Michael is
still holding onto me, but as I run further down the street, his grip on my arm is
loosening and as I run, the rope begins to fall from my wrists.
I run faster, but Michael catches up with me, I can hear his panting breath as
he edges closer and my heart is pounding. I run further but I fall back onto the
ground when Michael roughly pulls me back by my hair. I am lying onto the
ground, my head is pounding and my chest is thumping, I look up at him and I
can see his shadow lurking over me as I lie onto the cold sidewalk. I manage to
catch my breath, but my eyes are blurry from the sudden fall. I push my hand
down onto the ground as I try to edge myself up, but I stop as I begin to feel a
sharp pain in my stomach. I clutch my abdomen as I begin to fear for my baby.
The pain is sharper and I scream out in anguish. Michael watches my actions as
he kneels down to my level.
“Why are you yelling?” He shouts at me. I narrow my eyes at him as I continue
to clutch my stomach. I breathe through the pain and luckily it seems to be
fading. The sharp pain is now a distant ache, but I can’t help but worry about
my baby. I look at Michael and I scowl at his smirking face. I gently slide my
hand onto my stomach again as I inform him about my baby news.
“I am pregnant,” Michael’s eyes light up at my confession and I begin to worry
that his actions are a bad sign. I clutch my stomach again – as I protect my
baby. I gently look down at my stomach and I know it’s stupid, but I try to
reassure my child that I will do everything in my power to ensure that he or
she is safe. “I will never let him hurt you,” I whisper as I gently stroke my belly.
Michael laughs at me and then he roughly pulls my arm towards him. He
lunges me into the air and now he has his hands gripped onto my arm as he
pulls me along the cold, empty street.
as he shakes his head at Michael.
“What on earth took you so long?” Chad says as he rushes over to a long black
car that is parked on the sidewalk in front of thehouse. Michael drags me over
to the BMW and he throws me into the back seat. Heslams the door in my
face and then he jumps into the passenger side. Chad starts the engine of the
car and then he pushes his foot down onto the gas pedal. The car bolts forward
and I fall back in my seat from the sudden acceleration. The sky has now
turned to dark and as Chad speeds through the London Traffic, Michael turns
around in his seat so that he is facing me –when he delivers news that cripples
me.
going to kill.”
Eighteen
(Adrian)
“Daddy,” William shouts from his room. I slowly pick myself up from the sofa
and then I begin to climb the stairs. I walk along the wide hallway of our
luscious house and when I reach William’s room, I stop at the door. I rest my
hand against the handle as I think of –her. Alanna’s stunning face is swirling
around my mind and I am disgusted with myself as I remember how I lashed
out at her in the car. Alanna is my world and I will never forgive myself for the
way I have treated her. She has stood by me from the moment that I met her
and now I have let her down. I lashed out and I physically hurt her –I don’t
deserve her forgiveness.
I push open the door of William’s room and I see that he is sitting up straight in
his bed. I walk over to him and as I edge closer I notice that he is crying. I sit
myself down onto his bed and then I reach over for his tiny hand. He doesn’t
take my hand instead he throws his arms around my neck. I gently pat his head
as I try to comfort him. He pulls back from me and then I ask him what’s
wrong.
“Are you okay mate?” William shakes his head at me and then I start to panic
when he begins to sob. His tears are soaking through my white shirt as he
lunges into my arms –again. I hold him and then I loosen his hands from
around my neck as I try to soothe him. “Why are you crying?” William briefly
pauses as he explains his reason.
“I had a … bad … dream.” He confesses as he gentlybegins to wipe away his
tears. I run my fingers through my hair as I begin to feel nervous. I am not very
good with words and I don’t know how to soothe a crying child – I wish that
Alanna was here; she would know exactly what to do. I scratch my forehead
and then I position myself next to him. My head is resting against the cool
plastic of his race car bed and I have gently draped my arm over his tiny
shoulders. He is staring at me with sleepy, swollen green eyes and I take a
deep breath as I begin to ask him about his dream.
my heart when he confesses about his dream.
“I was dreaming about …Alanna. She was hurt, bleeding and alone. I tried to
help her, but I couldn’t … she was dead.” I stare at him as I try to hide my panic
from him. I gently kiss the top of his head and then I try to calm his fears.
“It was only a dream. Alanna is fine, she will be home shortly and when she
rushes in through that door, I will make sure that she tucks you in.” William
laughs and then I smile at him as I playfully rummage his hair. He smiles at me
and then he slouches down into the bed. I leap offand then I kneel down to his
level as he gently rests his head against the pillow. I run my finger across his
forehead and then I lean in and gently kiss his cheek. He smiles at my touch
and then he whispers.
“I love you … daddy.” I gently pat his head as I return his gesture.
“I love you too,” I lean over and I switch on his nightlight and then I make my
way over to the door. I gently push my way out into the hall –making sure that
I leave William’s door open slightly. I take another look in through the door
and then I make my way back down the stairs.
As soon as I enter the living the room, I rush over to the side table and I
roughly grab my phone. I check the time and I see that its 11:30pm –Alanna
should be home by now. I dial her number and I waitas the phone rings in my
ear. My nerves are shot when she doesn’t answer my call. I franticly ring her
number again – but she doesn’t answer. I begin to pace around the room as I
try to think of my next action. I throw open the curtains and I scan the outside
of the house, but I don’t see Alanna’s car. I squeeze my phone in the palm of
my hand and then I decide that I will go and look for her. I grab my car keys
and I start for the front door, I open it, but I slam it shut again as I remember
about William. I march back into the living room and I nervously run my
fingers through my hair. I can’t breathe as thoughts of Alanna spin around in
my mind. What if she has been hurt? I will never survive without her and I
knew that I shouldn’t have let her out of my sight.
Alanna has such a kind heart and she wants to always be there for her friends –
even if they aren’t always there for her. I felt that I didn’t have the right to stop
her from going to see Michael –how could I tell her what to do when I have
broken her trust by hurting her. Alanna is my - everything and I can’t think of
her being in danger - I need to find her. I search through the contacts of my
phone and I push send when I see the number for the doctor’s office. I
anxiously hold the phone to my ear as I listen to the dial tone.
The lady at the other end of the
phone says in an annoying, squeaky voice.
“May I take the name sir?”
“Alanna Black.”
“One moment sir.”
I roll my eyes at her enthusiasm and then I begin to pace
the room as I wait for her next words.
“Yes, is she there?”
“I am afraid that she isn’t here. The doctor who saw her has told me that she
left quite a while ago.”
My heart feels as if it’s going to jump from my body – I
need to know where she is.
“I am sorry but I am not allowed to give out that type of information over the
phone. I suggest that you speak with your wife.
“Oh really, that thought never crossed my mind.”
I say sarcastically down the
phone. I can hear the woman breathing as she thinks of her reply, but I can’t
stand the sound so I rudely hang up the phone. My heart is racing and I can’t
think straight as I neurotically call Alanna’s phone again. There is still no
answer and my temper is rising. I lunge the phone into the air and it lands onto
the floor. I clutch my head in my hands as I try to breathe through my anger. I
take slow, short breaths until my temper dies down and then I glide over and
lift my phone from the floor. I scan my contacts again until I find Michael’s
number. I push send and I wait as the phone rings. My heart nearly stops when
he answers.
“Adrian,”
he says in a deep, sarcastic voice.
“I was just talking about you,
mate.”
Michael sounds calm and I am confused as I listen to his words. I was
under the impression that he was badly hurt so why does he sound so …
normal? I clear my throat as I begin to ask him about Alanna.
“Listen mate, Alanna was on her way to see you, is she there?”
I try to sound as
calm as I can as I don’t want to alert Michael that I haven’t heard from Alanna.
I know how he feels about her and I am scared thathe has an obsession with
her. If he knew that I hurt her tonight then he would use it against me and I
would rather die than loose Alanna to him.
“That’s right she was coming to see me. I called her and I told her that I was
shot and guess what Adrian, she is right here beside me.”
I don’t like Michael’s
tone and I am sensing that he is up to something. Ihave seen Michael at his
lowest point and for the last few months I have spotted the signs of his
depression. I just hope and pray that he hasn’t hurt Alanna.
“Sorry I can’t do that.”
“Why?”
I snap. Michael laughs down the phone at me and my blood is
beginning to boil. I can’t listen to his smug, rude, ass-hole voice. I want to
punch his face off for being so awkward with me and if he doesn’t give answers
soon then god only knows what I will do.
“Michael, let me speak to my wife.”
“No, sorry, no can do.”
“Why are you acting like an idiot? Let me speak to her.”
“How many times must I tell you, brother?”
I am beginning to get very
frustrated with him and I can’t play along with his stupidity any longer. I lunge
into the hallway and I march up the stairs and into William’s room. I gently
check that he is okay and then I march back out of the room and I glide down
the stairs. I walk back into the living room and I sit down onto the sofa as
Michael’s next words, paralyze me.
“Chad and I thought that it was time for you to be brought down from your
pedestal so when I called your precious Alanna – I lied. I told her that I needed
her and that I was alone and bleeding and she was stupid enough to believe
me. She came barging into my house, screaming out my name as she paced the
hallway looking for me. She was so easy to fool and now I have her, she is tied
up and crying out for you as we speak.”
“Words of ice, am I hitting a nerve?”
“It was you, wasn’t it?”
Michael was the one who has been threating Alanna.
He sent her those threatening messages and he has been following her. In the
back of my head, I always knew it. The messages had the same tone and text
as the ones that he sent to Becky. He harassed her until she killed herself and
now that weirdo has my wife. I need to get her –I need to save her from his evil
touch.
“Of course it was me. Now I need to get back to my … plaything. Oh and Adrian
don’t bother trying to find her, she will be dead by the time you get here.”
Michael hangs up on me and I can’t breathe as his words are still ringing in my
ears. I need to get to her – I need to save my wife.
My neck is twisted as I sit, tied to a hard chair. The room is dark, cold and there
is water leaking in through the steel roof. My head is pounding as I scan the
area –again. From what I can make out I am in a large garage, type place. There
is an old car lying dustily in the corner and I canhear mice shuffling in the
distance. My eyes are blurry and I feel exhausted, I am so hungry that I feel
physically sick. My heart rate is decreasing and the cold, mouldy air is making
me cough. I can hear Michael and Chad talking as they stand outside of the
building and I fear what they will do when they renter the room. During the car
journey to this awful place, Michael and Chad were quite. They didn’t explain
where I was going or what they were going to do me. They didn’t have to
because I knew from the look in Michael’s eyes and by his last words to me,
that he is going to kill me. I can’t believe that I am actually thinking this;
Michael my friend who I have deep, meaningful feelings for is threatening to
kill me. He has me tied and gagged in a cold dark building, Michael was
supposed to keep me safe and that’s why Adrian brought him into my life, but
now he is the one who I need saving from.
“Hello my lovely,” Chad says as he and Michael rush in through the door. I
can’t speak and I don’t give him the satisfaction of looking at him. I turn my
head away and that’s when Michael, lunges towards me. He grabs me by my
face and he rips the duct tape off my mouth. My skin is stinging from the
sudden embrace and I can’t look at him. I look down at the floor, but Michael
jerks my head back up to face him. He holds my cheeks together in one of his
broad strong hands and he begins to squeeze –untilI scream out in pain.