Chapter Seven
He hurled her limp body into the room. Amy turned round from the mirror and smiled. She walked over to the bed were he had thrown her and checked the deep gash on her forehead.
"What happened? Did she fight?"
"No. She hit herself and fell into my arms."
She gave him a cold look. "Tie her to the chair. I want to talk to her when she comes around, if she comes around."
Her head felt heavy and she felt sick.
"Wakey, wakey Camilla."
Ignoring the voice she closed her eyes and dropped her head until her chin touched her chest.
"Wake up bitch,"
A hand made contact with her cheek and she snapped her head up. Amy was standing in front of her smiling.
"Surprise! Glad to see me? Probley not. But hey, what a reunion this is. The whole gang is here. Me, you, him."
"Jimmy?"
"Don't be stupid. Jimmy is in prison, where you should be. Either that or six feet under, but no. Camilla I want to introduce you to the man who not only helped me frame you, but helped me put Jimmy behind bars and dodge the cops."
Amy began clapping and Matt Hardy walked into sight.
"YOU!" Camilla screamed. "You were the accomplis. You've been sending me the threats. You put me in prison."
"You wouldn't of guessed it was me in a million years would you?"
"Enough of the small talk. We need to get started. Go get what we need."
Matt left and Amy walked right up in Camilla's face.
"You won't get away with this, not again."
"What makes you so sure?"
"Women's intuition. But trust me, your going to love it in prison. It takes a real bitch like you to survive."
Amy slapped her and Camilla's lip cracked. She looked back at Amy. "Takes someone real big to hit someone tied up."
"Always the smart mouth, well we'll see how smart you are soon enough."
She walked away leaving Camilla to mutter: "Slut."
She didn't sleep well that night, who would tied up? It was around six when Amy walked in, humming a tune to herself.
"I'm glad somebody is happy."
"Oh shut up you bitter cow. Nothing can bring me down today."
"Really?"
"I just said so didn't I. Are you hungry?"
"What do you care?"
"Don't want you starving to death on me now. It wouldn't be much fun."
"Were you ever mentally stable." Camilla asked, but Amy smiled happily. She grabbed some things from around the room and put them all together. Toast and a cup of coffee. She hated coffee, the smell made her feel ill.
"No?" Amy asked seeing her reaction. "Oh well. You need to drop a few pounds anyway. No offense."
"Don't want to end up anorexic like you."
"Rather anorexic then fat."
Before another argument could start Matt walked in again. Camilla saw him come in sometime during the night. But she didn't remember him leaving.
"I've got a surprise for you Cam."
"A bullet?"
Amy laughed. "You wish."
Seconds later Matt dragged Jeff into the room.
He hurled her limp body into the room. Amy turned round from the mirror and smiled. She walked over to the bed were he had thrown her and checked the deep gash on her forehead.
"What happened? Did she fight?"
"No. She hit herself and fell into my arms."
She gave him a cold look. "Tie her to the chair. I want to talk to her when she comes around, if she comes around."
Her head felt heavy and she felt sick.
"Wakey, wakey Camilla."
Ignoring the voice she closed her eyes and dropped her head until her chin touched her chest.
"Wake up bitch,"
A hand made contact with her cheek and she snapped her head up. Amy was standing in front of her smiling.
"Surprise! Glad to see me? Probley not. But hey, what a reunion this is. The whole gang is here. Me, you, him."
"Jimmy?"
"Don't be stupid. Jimmy is in prison, where you should be. Either that or six feet under, but no. Camilla I want to introduce you to the man who not only helped me frame you, but helped me put Jimmy behind bars and dodge the cops."
Amy began clapping and Matt Hardy walked into sight.
"YOU!" Camilla screamed. "You were the accomplis. You've been sending me the threats. You put me in prison."
"You wouldn't of guessed it was me in a million years would you?"
"Enough of the small talk. We need to get started. Go get what we need."
Matt left and Amy walked right up in Camilla's face.
"You won't get away with this, not again."
"What makes you so sure?"
"Women's intuition. But trust me, your going to love it in prison. It takes a real bitch like you to survive."
Amy slapped her and Camilla's lip cracked. She looked back at Amy. "Takes someone real big to hit someone tied up."
"Always the smart mouth, well we'll see how smart you are soon enough."
She walked away leaving Camilla to mutter: "Slut."
She didn't sleep well that night, who would tied up? It was around six when Amy walked in, humming a tune to herself.
"I'm glad somebody is happy."
"Oh shut up you bitter cow. Nothing can bring me down today."
"Really?"
"I just said so didn't I. Are you hungry?"
"What do you care?"
"Don't want you starving to death on me now. It wouldn't be much fun."
"Were you ever mentally stable." Camilla asked, but Amy smiled happily. She grabbed some things from around the room and put them all together. Toast and a cup of coffee. She hated coffee, the smell made her feel ill.
"No?" Amy asked seeing her reaction. "Oh well. You need to drop a few pounds anyway. No offense."
"Don't want to end up anorexic like you."
"Rather anorexic then fat."
Before another argument could start Matt walked in again. Camilla saw him come in sometime during the night. But she didn't remember him leaving.
"I've got a surprise for you Cam."
"A bullet?"
Amy laughed. "You wish."
Seconds later Matt dragged Jeff into the room.
