Chapter 142 Dark Shadows
I wake up with a fucking headache. Not that it is a novel concept. I've woken up with tons of headaches, but this one feels weird. It's not from Aunt Beth, I know that. It's also not a stress headache. This feels... like shit.
I blink, noting I'm tied to a fucking chair like in those old movies when someone is about to get executed by a mafia boss. Great! Someone wants to live out some damn fantasy about proving they are in control... Well, I'm not gonna play whatever fucking game they have in store.
There are dark shadows surrounding me. I can't see any of them clearly, but I know they are there. They are mumbling about some sort of deal. They keep referring to me as the dancer. But other than that, I really don't know what the hell they are talking about.
Do I not have a name anymore? Or maybe they just don't know who the hell I am. Was I kidnapped and sold off? That tracks. After all the shit I've been put through, I should've expected this.
Is this about the contracts Rick told me about all those weeks ago? I remember him coming to me, telling me my name had been on a contract, along with my parents. He wanted to get all the information before he turned it over to the police.
Now I'm wishing he wasn't so damn thorough. Maybe this could've been avoided? I wish he was here with me. I wish I had waited for him. I should've called the police and told them about all of this! They could've gotten my sister for me, and I wouldn't be putting my baby in danger.
Right now, it's our little secret, and I'm going to keep it that way. As long as my baby is safe and hidden, I can make it through anything. I'll just wait for Rick to find me, because if I've learned anything, it's that he will come for me.
I groan and want to curse myself. I should've kept my mouth shut! If I hadn't moved, no one would even notice me, even though I seem to be the center of attention... Sort of.
Finally, someone must've realized I was awake. I see the dark shadows crowding me, like I'm some fucking animal in a zoo. I can hear shuffling of feet and soft whispers. They seem to be excited about something.
"About damn time, Turner," a dark voice sneers, stepping up to me. I don't even need to see him to now exactly who the fuck it is. In fact, I wish I didn't have to see him at all.
I blink and can barely make out his face in the low light from the window. Every dark line of shadow cuts across his face. The grimace turns almost makes me laugh. He's trying to look big and tough. But really, he goes after the weak to make himself feel better about his shortcomings.
Dean fucking Kingston. Mister, I'm a fucking Rock Star so I own the world and can get away with shit! No one will ever find out if I steal my son's fiancé and do whatever the hell I want with her...
I'm not sure if I'm surprised or not. This is the bastard that was trying to keep Rick away from me from the very beginning. Back when my parents were showing me off, he had convinced his son I wasn't good enough for him, even though Rick was already determined to make me his.
Rick also said he was bad news and he's trying to find out about his contracts, and all the contacts. This man is the reason my parents are dead, and I don't even know why. All I know is he somehow orchestrated their death to make it look like an accident... And somehow made the cops go along with the plan.
He wanted to put him away. Right now, I completely agree with him. He needs to be put away, I'm just not sure if it should be behind bars, or in a mental institution. The guy is fucking insane!