We all sat there shocked as he slowly began to calm down. The sweat that had begun to appear across his forehead evaporated and all that was left was a scared looking boy.
I don't really know why we were all so surprised, I mean, with all the patients that we had lost over the years we had seen many angry relatives. But that was just out of grief, I realised, the blame always disappeared once they came to terms with the situation. This was different.
"I'm sure that whatever happened to your father…." Kerry began, before being cut off with another rage of temper.
"No, NO!!!!!" he screamed, "I don't want to hear it!"
I jumped as a knock sounded at the door.
"Are you guys ok?" a voice drifted through. It was Susan.
"Call the police," Robert replied, bravely glaring at the gunman, as though daring him to object.
I heard the sound of rapid footsteps as Susan hurried away.
The man remained silent. After a few moments he sighed and began to give us a new set of orders.
"You, you, you and you," he instructed, pointing the gun at Luka, Gallant, Weaver and Romano in turn, "Get on the couch."
They did as they were told and Carter and me scooted over to the nearer end to make room. As we shifted John lifted an arm and let it rest around my shoulders. I sank back against him, grateful to be within the protection of his embrace. The gunman must have seen this for no sooner had I rested my head on John's shoulder than a look of malice drifted over his face.
Turning towards me, he leant forward slightly.
"What's your name sweetheart?" he leered.
I made no reply, sickened by the way his eyes travelled shamelessly up and down my body. I felt Carter's arm tighten around me.
"I said," he repeated, raising the gun until it was pointed at my chest, "What's your name?"
"Ab…………Abby," I choked out, cursing myself for letting him get me this rattled.
"That's a very pretty name."
"Leave her alone," John interrupted, placing his other arm across my stomach. I squeezed his hand gratefully.
With one quick movement the gunman stepped forward, grabbed my arm and yanked me up until I was standing in front of him. I gasped in pain as shock waves rippled down from my shoulder through my arm. John leapt to his feet.
"Let her go!" he ordered, teeth clenched together angrily.
"Sit down," the gunman replied, whipping me around so my back was in his stomach and the gun was at my head, "Sit DOWN!"
Carter got the message and sank slowly back down onto the couch. "Just don't hurt her," he pleaded.
Nuzzling my ear, he began to laugh.
"I wouldn't do that, would I princess."
My stomach heaved as I felt his warm, wet tongue winding its way up the side of my face.
This time it was both Carter AND Luka who jumped up. "Don't!" "Stop!"
Now he was really pissed off.
"Sit the fuck DOWN!!!" he yelled, but both men stayed on their feet. "If you don't sit down by the time I count to three I swear to god I'll blow her fucking brains out!"
Still they stood, staring daggers at the man who had my trapped. "One…….TWO……"
I breathed a sigh of relief as they both warily lowered themselves back down.
"Do that again," he warned, his finger hovering over the trigger, "And I won't be giving any second changes."
GOT IT!"
There were reluctant nods all around.
Good," he smiled.
"So, baby," he began again, leaning his chin against my shoulder, "Which one of these two heroes is you husband?"
I looked from John to Luka, then back to John again.
"Oh, you're a naughty girl," he breathed, stooping down to kiss my neck, "Got em both going, have you?" I shuddered in disgust.
"John's my boyfriend," I told him, nodding my head in Carter's direction.
"And tall, dark, and handsome?" he queried, looking over at Luka.
"My ex-boyfriend."
"Lucky men."
Tears sprang to my eyes as his kisses became more and more passionate. I felt his hand fumble around at my waist before finding the bottom of my top and snaking its way up underneath.
I squeezed my eyes shut tight as his hand moved higher and higher. A soft moan escaped his lips as he reached my bra and pushed up beneath it. His hand kneaded my breast.
The tears began to roll down my cheeks as I opened my eyes and looked around at the others.
Kerry and Romano had both turned away while Gallant and Luka looked back at me, anger and frustration evident in their faces. It was only Carter's expression which resembled mine.
Tears were welling in his eyes as he looked at me sympathetically. I could see the pain etched in their watery depths. I slowly shook my head, warning him not to try anything.
I hated what this man was doing to me, the way his hands roamed all over my body, the way it excited him. But still, I reasoned, I wasn't ready to die.
Note : ok now im not really sure if this should be in the R category or not. I hope that its ok here cos I don't want to be writing that filth. Ha ha , just kidding. Anyway plz review, I gotta know if im wasting my time or not. Hope ur enjoying it.
Charlie
