GH 2018 presents Elizabeth Webber; #037

"Point me The Way"

Previously…

Grayson Wayne visited the Five Moons Hotel/Casino in Indio California. He met the owner, and family friend, Anav of the Indio Indian tribe. Years ago, Grayson's father sacrificed his life to save the father of Anav.

Anav ended up giving Grayson $100,000 in his efforts to save his daughter, KariAnn, from legal problems resulting from a terrible home life with her mother Shyera and her mom's current husband; Brad Polk.

Riverside County Medical Center

Shyera stepped into Brad Polk's room. She had come to the hospital after leaving The Second Street Diner three blocks away. Brad's mom, Linda, was sitting in a chair next to Brad's medical bed. Brad was still unconscious, and several medical monitors were positioned around his bed.

Linda looked over at Shyera, who was still standing over by the door.

"WHY," Linda screamed with anger in her eyes, "ARE YOU IN THIS ROOM YOU WHITE TRASH DRUG WHORE!"

Linda stood up and approached the door. Shyera walked over to Linda; their faces were only inches apart. Shyera flipped Linda off.

"Oh shut your mouth, you F***KING BITCH!" Shyera yelled back. "You're just pissed off because I'm with your son off every night, and you can't stop me! HE LOVES ME!"

Linda, without warning, slapped Shyera as hard as she could, the power of the slap caused Shyera to fall to the ground. Linda stood over Shyera; staring down at her. Linda reached over and picked up a glass vase of flowers from the table next to her, and threatened to smash them down on Shyera.

"I knew the moment my son let you," Linda spat her words out as she looked at Shyera on the ground, "and your slutty daughter (KariAnn) into his life, nothing but bad would come of it. If you daughter ever shows her face again, I'm going to F**KING kill her!"

She raised the vase and prepared to smash Shyera with it.

But that last statement of Linda's was all Shyera needed to hear and then she admitted that Grayson was right! Without warning, she swept her legs and knocked Linda's feet out from under her, causing Linda to fall down, dropping the vase to the ground next to her.

And then, Shyera reached into her left pant pocket and grabbed the scissors, scissors that Grayson had given her only two hours earlier. And then, as Linda was struggling to stand back up, Shyera, who was already standing, brought the scissors out of her pocket and charged at Brad's bed with the full intent of killing him!

TWO HOURS EARLER…

The Second Street Diner…

Grayson Wayne sat in the back of the diner and waited patiently for Shyera, his ex-wife and mother of his daughter KariAnn, to arrive.

He had sent her a message, via a note left on the windshield of her car at another diner; the one she worked at.

Grayson's effort was awarded when Shyera walked through the entrance and, upon seeing him, walked over and sat down across from her ex-husband.

"How is she?" Shyera asked, knowing full well that Grayson was hiding their daughter; somewhere.

"Brad tried to rape her," Grayson said, staring directly at Shyera.

Tears started to come from Shyera's eyes. But Grayson was not having it.

"Don't give me that crying shit," Grayson said with contempt. "She only ran away to my place in Colorado a week ago, came back here, and then he started right up where he left off. You have to see him for what he is don't you?"

Shyera looked up at him; her crying instantly gone.

"If I leave Brad," Shyera said with a calm voice, "or if he dies," she added, "I will have nowhere to go and…I would probably become homeless."

"…and," Grayson cut in with, "KariAnn would go into the foster home system because of what you and your mother did to me in court."

"Well," Shyera said, as she dabbed at the now useless tears on her cheeks, "there is that."

Grayson shook his head in contempt. Their daughter going into the foster care system wasn't her number one worry; losing Brad's connection to drugs was.

"You're pathetic, Shyera," Grayson said, as he sat back. "Getting your next fix has always been more important to you than the safety of our daughter and the quality of life she lives."

Shyera smiled a dismissive smile.

"Grayson; you're a doctor," Shyera said, with a tone of accusation in her voice. "You live in a nice apartment, drive an Escalade, and according to KariAnn, already have your eye on some hot babe. You have it all…I only have one thing; KariAnn."

Grayson clapped his hands as if he were watching an acting performance.

"Nice try," Grayson said, with a smile. "But the only thing KariAnn provides you is an $800 child support check each month."

Shyera nodded her head.

"And?..." Shyera came back with. "You are her father, and that child support goes a long way in providing her…"

"…shut up Shyera." Grayson said. "I know, from KariAnn that the money I am sending her goes to…well…other things."

Drugs; it didn't have to be said, it was already known to be the truth.

Shyera was about to say something more, but then Grayson motioned to her to be quiet.

"Listen," Grayson said, "this has to stop."

And with that, he put a duffle bag on the table and opened it in such a manner that only she could see what was inside; wads of money. Grayson watched as her eyes became big upon seeing so much money.

"Just think about how much crack you could by with fifty-thousand dollars," Grayson said,

Shyera smiled, and then looked at him.

"You're giving me this money," Shyera said to him, "only if I go through some rehab program; aren't you?"

Grayson shook his head.

"No," Grayson said, as he closed the duffle bag, set back on the seat next to him, then put another duffle bag on the table, opened it. It too was full of wads of cash. "I have given up trying to save you, Shyera. What I am doing with this money is contracting you to save our daughter."

Shyera looked at him; she had a look of confusion on her face.

"You can use all of this money Shyera, $100,000, to buy all the crack and alcohol you want," he told her. "But it won't be available to you for a while. But I promise you, it will be here for you when you return."

"Where am I going?" Shyera asked.

Grayson closed the second duffle bag, and put it next to the other one.

"If Brad lives," Grayson began to explain, "He will try to kill KariAnn. I know the kind of man he is; and he will do it. I can't get to him to stop him, but you can."

And then he took out a plastic bag, which contained scissors. Shyera put it all together.

"You want me to kill him," Shyera said, softly. "You want me to kill Brad; and with scissors…how poetic."

Grayson nodded his head.

"You will go to trial," Grayson further explained. "But the legal system will see it as an act by a desperate mother wanting to kill the man who tried to rape her daughter. At best; you'll get five years. And when you get out," he pointed at the cash, "this will be waiting for you, with a $100,000 more as well."

Shyera bowed her head. Grayson could only hope that her maternal instinct would return. Though he knew that the $200,000, and the drugs she could get with it, was the selling point. When she looked at him and smiled, he knew they had a deal.

TWO HOURS LATER…

Riverside County Medical Center

Shyera, who was already standing, brought the scissors out of her pocket and charged at Brad with the full intent of killing him!

But…the door to the hospital room burst open. A security guard charged in, and upon seeing Shyera charging Brad, with scissors in her hand, he drew his weapon and then…POW! POW!

Continued...coming soon; Sarah Webber comes to Boulder Colorado

This issue featured

Joshua Jackson as Grayson Wayne

Alicia Coppola as Linda Polk

Agnes Bruckner as Shyera Wayne-Polk