Chapter 3: Questions Answered
Georgie didn't sleep the whole way to wherever she was going. She was being stalked and she didn't even know it. The night he had referred to had been the best night of her life. She and Dillon had made love that night-a night that was supposed to be shared between the two people involved in the act. No freak who belonged in a mental institution should have been anywhere near that moment. "You're psychotic," she replied simply.
"If so, you made me that way," he shot back as the car came to a stop in front of a large house. The car stopped and he picked her up and put her in the house. The first thing she saw was the bars on the windows. She searched the bare room to find no phone jacks and knew that he was planning on holding her here. "The refrigerator's fully stocked an though I'll be making it back to Port Charles everyday, you won't leave. There's no way for you to escape, so don't bother trying," he said in a monotone voice. He acted like the whole thing was no big deal. Like he did it all the time. 'Wouldn't be surprised if that was true,' she thought bitterly.
"And how do you know I can't escape?" she asked. "You're going to be gone an awful lot. You can't look suspicious," she said.
"I have security all over the house. You're not leaving. You have everything you could possibly need here," he told her.
Georgie looked around the place and then turned back to him. "Sorry. Don't see Dillon anywhere. Don't have what I need," she said shrugging her shoulders.
"You don't need Dillon. I love you more than he ever could. This proves it. I'm risking everything for you to be with me," he said. The more he talked, the more she feared for her safety.
"You really do belong in Fern Cliff," she said.
"Then its your fault. You led me on and tried to keep secrets from me and THEN you break up with me to get back with some loser who doesn't deserve you!" he yelled.
"No Sammy, YOU don't deserve me!" she yelled back.
"Don't call me Sammy!" he yelled.
"Why not?" she asked innocently. She couldn't show her fear and he had already promised not to hurt her so maybe she could annoy him until he had to let her go.
"Because it makes me sound like a coward," he said.
'He really is a whacko,' she thought before continuing. "But that's what you are isn't it? Only a coward would kidnap someone! And then you have the NERVE to say that you love me more than Dillon does. Dillon fought for me! He didn't give up. He told me over and over again that if I could prove that I loved you more than I loved him that he would walk away. No questions asked. But I couldn't and he knew that so he fought for me. No one got hurt-" she was going to continue but Sam exploded.
"No one got hurt? So I'm no one now?" he yelled. "You make Dillon sound perfect but he's not! He left you for two years! I stayed by your side through everything and you left me for someone who's just going to hurt you again!" he yelled.
"You're right Dillon isn't perfect but he isn't so sick and twisted that he would kidnap me! I love him because he isn't perfect and if you knew what true love is, you would understand!" she yelled. She couldn't wrap around how stupid he sounded. "And about you being hurt. I'm sorry that I hurt you Sam but it's not like I did it intentionally. I did have feelings for you but not like the ones you have for me. This is so ridiculous. Dillon and I being together hurt you, but no one else. Do you know how many people you're hurting by doing this? Dillon's going to be worried sick-not to mention my mom and Mac and Maxie-just about everyone besides you. I can't believe you think this is actually going to work. Mac's the police commissioner for Christ's sake. He'll have every police officer out to find me and Dillon won't give up until he does. My mom used to be a private investigator. You won't have me here long," she informed him.
He gave a vicious laugh. "I have you here tonight," he growled. "Now, I'm tired and I don't have the energy to fight with you any more so we're going to go to bed. I have school tomorrow so I have to get up early."
Georgie looked down the hall. "There's only one room in this house," she said.
"I know. We're going to share a bed," he said.
"No! No way in hell am I going to sleep in the same bed with you!" she yelled.
"You didn't have a problem with that before," he said. He and Georgie had fallen asleep talking numerous times but now it was different and she made sure he knew it.
"Yeah. That's before I knew you a freak!" she screamed at him. "I'm sleeping on the couch," she said, planting her self firmly on the couch and gripping the arm of it.
He let out frustrated sigh and threw his hands up in defeat. "I can't deal with this right now. Do whatever you want. I'm going to sleep," he said before walking out of the room.
Georgie let out a small sigh of relief and then smiled. "This is going to be easier than I thought" she whispered aloud.
Georgie didn't sleep the whole way to wherever she was going. She was being stalked and she didn't even know it. The night he had referred to had been the best night of her life. She and Dillon had made love that night-a night that was supposed to be shared between the two people involved in the act. No freak who belonged in a mental institution should have been anywhere near that moment. "You're psychotic," she replied simply.
"If so, you made me that way," he shot back as the car came to a stop in front of a large house. The car stopped and he picked her up and put her in the house. The first thing she saw was the bars on the windows. She searched the bare room to find no phone jacks and knew that he was planning on holding her here. "The refrigerator's fully stocked an though I'll be making it back to Port Charles everyday, you won't leave. There's no way for you to escape, so don't bother trying," he said in a monotone voice. He acted like the whole thing was no big deal. Like he did it all the time. 'Wouldn't be surprised if that was true,' she thought bitterly.
"And how do you know I can't escape?" she asked. "You're going to be gone an awful lot. You can't look suspicious," she said.
"I have security all over the house. You're not leaving. You have everything you could possibly need here," he told her.
Georgie looked around the place and then turned back to him. "Sorry. Don't see Dillon anywhere. Don't have what I need," she said shrugging her shoulders.
"You don't need Dillon. I love you more than he ever could. This proves it. I'm risking everything for you to be with me," he said. The more he talked, the more she feared for her safety.
"You really do belong in Fern Cliff," she said.
"Then its your fault. You led me on and tried to keep secrets from me and THEN you break up with me to get back with some loser who doesn't deserve you!" he yelled.
"No Sammy, YOU don't deserve me!" she yelled back.
"Don't call me Sammy!" he yelled.
"Why not?" she asked innocently. She couldn't show her fear and he had already promised not to hurt her so maybe she could annoy him until he had to let her go.
"Because it makes me sound like a coward," he said.
'He really is a whacko,' she thought before continuing. "But that's what you are isn't it? Only a coward would kidnap someone! And then you have the NERVE to say that you love me more than Dillon does. Dillon fought for me! He didn't give up. He told me over and over again that if I could prove that I loved you more than I loved him that he would walk away. No questions asked. But I couldn't and he knew that so he fought for me. No one got hurt-" she was going to continue but Sam exploded.
"No one got hurt? So I'm no one now?" he yelled. "You make Dillon sound perfect but he's not! He left you for two years! I stayed by your side through everything and you left me for someone who's just going to hurt you again!" he yelled.
"You're right Dillon isn't perfect but he isn't so sick and twisted that he would kidnap me! I love him because he isn't perfect and if you knew what true love is, you would understand!" she yelled. She couldn't wrap around how stupid he sounded. "And about you being hurt. I'm sorry that I hurt you Sam but it's not like I did it intentionally. I did have feelings for you but not like the ones you have for me. This is so ridiculous. Dillon and I being together hurt you, but no one else. Do you know how many people you're hurting by doing this? Dillon's going to be worried sick-not to mention my mom and Mac and Maxie-just about everyone besides you. I can't believe you think this is actually going to work. Mac's the police commissioner for Christ's sake. He'll have every police officer out to find me and Dillon won't give up until he does. My mom used to be a private investigator. You won't have me here long," she informed him.
He gave a vicious laugh. "I have you here tonight," he growled. "Now, I'm tired and I don't have the energy to fight with you any more so we're going to go to bed. I have school tomorrow so I have to get up early."
Georgie looked down the hall. "There's only one room in this house," she said.
"I know. We're going to share a bed," he said.
"No! No way in hell am I going to sleep in the same bed with you!" she yelled.
"You didn't have a problem with that before," he said. He and Georgie had fallen asleep talking numerous times but now it was different and she made sure he knew it.
"Yeah. That's before I knew you a freak!" she screamed at him. "I'm sleeping on the couch," she said, planting her self firmly on the couch and gripping the arm of it.
He let out frustrated sigh and threw his hands up in defeat. "I can't deal with this right now. Do whatever you want. I'm going to sleep," he said before walking out of the room.
Georgie let out a small sigh of relief and then smiled. "This is going to be easier than I thought" she whispered aloud.