Ch 5
Dillon sat up quickly.
"Georgie," he said softly, his breath catching in her throat.
Ned looked at Dillon, whose face was bright with desperate hope and panic.
Then he looked at Georgie. Her eyes conveyed little emotion, her face
cloudy.
"What happened?" Ned asked softly. He gestured to her. "Come on in."
Closing the door, Georgie stepped into the room, crossing her arms over her
chest.
"Sage told Maxie that Tracy gave her the drugs," she told the men stiffly.
"Maxie went to Mac and Sage was brought in. She tried to deny it but she
failed the lie detector. So now Tracy's in jail." A smirk played at
Georgie's lips. She wasn't a vindictive person, but the idea of the usually
immaculate Tracy Quartermaine sitting in a six by nine cell dressed in
prison blues warmed her heart a little.
Dillon watched her fight a smile, thinking that if he were Georgie, he
would have been dancing in the streets.
"Was that part of the plan?" He asked quietly.
Ned raised an eyebrow. "The plan?" he repeated.
Dillon nodded, pressing his lips together. "The deal that Mo-" he paused,
choking on the word. He smiled bitterly. "-that Tracy made with Georgie."
Georgie's eyes widened. "How do you know about that?" she asked, almost
accusatorily.
Dillon sighed. "Maxie came by. She overheard Ned and Alan talking. She told
me everything." He stared longingly at Georgie. She fought tears.
Sighing, Ned stood up. "I'm going to give you two some time," he said
softly. He turned to Dillon. "In the meantime, I'm going to call Alexis. I
have a feeling you may need some legal advice." Dillon nodded.
"I want emancipation," he told his brother. "I'm not living in that house
anymore."
Ned nodded, understandingly. "I know," he said, "in the meantime, you'll
move into the gatehouse with me. I'll have the staff move your things."
Dillon reached out his hand to shake Ned's. "Thank you," he replied simply.
Ned headed toward the door, stopping next to Georgie. He put a hand on the
girl's shoulder. "I can't tell you how sorry I am for what our mother did,"
he said softly.
Georgie nodded. "Thanks," she whispered.
Nodding back, Ned left, leaving Georgie and Dillon alone.
Georgie offered Dillon a hint of a smile. "How are you feeling?" she asked
quietly.
Dillon looked at her sadly. "Like hell," replied. "You?"
Georgie nodded. "Worse."
The sick feeling came back. "I hate myself," he said quietly. "You are the
one person in the world who I love, and I hurt you more than I ever thought
I could hurt someone." He took a few deep breaths, willing the queasiness
to subside.
Georgie stared at him, lying in the hospital bed. "This isn't fair," she
said softly, her voice starting to tremble.
"What isn't fair?" He asked, almost whispering, though he knew nothing was
fair.
Georgie's voice shook as she fought tears. "I know I'm supposed to tell you
that it isn't your fault that you were-" she stopped, breathing heavily.
"But I can't. What I walked in on didn't look like rape, Dillon." She
glared at him. "What were you thinking?"
Dillon shuddered. "I don't...I don't remember much," he confessed. "Except
your face." He closed his eyes against the memory.
Georgie gulped, fighting tears. She closed her eyes, squeezing them tight.
"Why did you make that deal with my mother?" Dillon lamented. "She's a
snake, Georgie, she was never going to come through."
Georgie's eyes snapped open. "You're right," she snapped. "Tracy is an
evil, lying bitch and I hope she rots, but you should never have put me in
the position where I felt desperate enough to make a deal with her." She
shook her head at Dillon. "Why couldn't you have walked away from Alcazar
when I asked you to, when your brother asked you to, when Alcazar asked you
to?" She glared at him. "You told me that you realized what a manipulative,
lying brat Sage was and you still didn't stay away. What should I have
done, Dillon? Taken off my clothes and climbed into your lap in the middle
of chem lab? Would that have gotten your attention?" Angry tears pricked at
her eyes. "You were supposed to be different," she hissed. "You were
supposed to to want me, not drool after the MTV wannabe like every other
stupid, hormone-driven teenage boy."
The defensiveness that might have risen in Dillon lay crumpled in the pit
of his stomach.
"I do want you," he whispered, nearly crying. "I'm so so sorry. I can't
even say how sorry I am." Tears fell from his eyes. "Georgie, I'm going to
regret this all my life. I'm so sorry."
Crying herself, Georgie stared at him. She shook her head. "It's not
enough," she choked. "Not now." Sobs racked her body. Dillon's shoulders
shook with his own sobs. He wanted desperately to reach out for her, to
hold her and comfort her, to kiss away her tears and erase all the hurt and
pain, but he knew there was no easy fix.
"I've gotta go," Georgie choked, unable to stay in the room with him any
longer. Still crying, she turned to leave, walking toward the door. Panic
rose through Dillon's body, fearing she'd never come back.
"Georgie," he called out. "I love you."
She sobbed harder as she turned around to face him.
"I know you do."
The door closed behind her.
Dillon sat up quickly.
"Georgie," he said softly, his breath catching in her throat.
Ned looked at Dillon, whose face was bright with desperate hope and panic.
Then he looked at Georgie. Her eyes conveyed little emotion, her face
cloudy.
"What happened?" Ned asked softly. He gestured to her. "Come on in."
Closing the door, Georgie stepped into the room, crossing her arms over her
chest.
"Sage told Maxie that Tracy gave her the drugs," she told the men stiffly.
"Maxie went to Mac and Sage was brought in. She tried to deny it but she
failed the lie detector. So now Tracy's in jail." A smirk played at
Georgie's lips. She wasn't a vindictive person, but the idea of the usually
immaculate Tracy Quartermaine sitting in a six by nine cell dressed in
prison blues warmed her heart a little.
Dillon watched her fight a smile, thinking that if he were Georgie, he
would have been dancing in the streets.
"Was that part of the plan?" He asked quietly.
Ned raised an eyebrow. "The plan?" he repeated.
Dillon nodded, pressing his lips together. "The deal that Mo-" he paused,
choking on the word. He smiled bitterly. "-that Tracy made with Georgie."
Georgie's eyes widened. "How do you know about that?" she asked, almost
accusatorily.
Dillon sighed. "Maxie came by. She overheard Ned and Alan talking. She told
me everything." He stared longingly at Georgie. She fought tears.
Sighing, Ned stood up. "I'm going to give you two some time," he said
softly. He turned to Dillon. "In the meantime, I'm going to call Alexis. I
have a feeling you may need some legal advice." Dillon nodded.
"I want emancipation," he told his brother. "I'm not living in that house
anymore."
Ned nodded, understandingly. "I know," he said, "in the meantime, you'll
move into the gatehouse with me. I'll have the staff move your things."
Dillon reached out his hand to shake Ned's. "Thank you," he replied simply.
Ned headed toward the door, stopping next to Georgie. He put a hand on the
girl's shoulder. "I can't tell you how sorry I am for what our mother did,"
he said softly.
Georgie nodded. "Thanks," she whispered.
Nodding back, Ned left, leaving Georgie and Dillon alone.
Georgie offered Dillon a hint of a smile. "How are you feeling?" she asked
quietly.
Dillon looked at her sadly. "Like hell," replied. "You?"
Georgie nodded. "Worse."
The sick feeling came back. "I hate myself," he said quietly. "You are the
one person in the world who I love, and I hurt you more than I ever thought
I could hurt someone." He took a few deep breaths, willing the queasiness
to subside.
Georgie stared at him, lying in the hospital bed. "This isn't fair," she
said softly, her voice starting to tremble.
"What isn't fair?" He asked, almost whispering, though he knew nothing was
fair.
Georgie's voice shook as she fought tears. "I know I'm supposed to tell you
that it isn't your fault that you were-" she stopped, breathing heavily.
"But I can't. What I walked in on didn't look like rape, Dillon." She
glared at him. "What were you thinking?"
Dillon shuddered. "I don't...I don't remember much," he confessed. "Except
your face." He closed his eyes against the memory.
Georgie gulped, fighting tears. She closed her eyes, squeezing them tight.
"Why did you make that deal with my mother?" Dillon lamented. "She's a
snake, Georgie, she was never going to come through."
Georgie's eyes snapped open. "You're right," she snapped. "Tracy is an
evil, lying bitch and I hope she rots, but you should never have put me in
the position where I felt desperate enough to make a deal with her." She
shook her head at Dillon. "Why couldn't you have walked away from Alcazar
when I asked you to, when your brother asked you to, when Alcazar asked you
to?" She glared at him. "You told me that you realized what a manipulative,
lying brat Sage was and you still didn't stay away. What should I have
done, Dillon? Taken off my clothes and climbed into your lap in the middle
of chem lab? Would that have gotten your attention?" Angry tears pricked at
her eyes. "You were supposed to be different," she hissed. "You were
supposed to to want me, not drool after the MTV wannabe like every other
stupid, hormone-driven teenage boy."
The defensiveness that might have risen in Dillon lay crumpled in the pit
of his stomach.
"I do want you," he whispered, nearly crying. "I'm so so sorry. I can't
even say how sorry I am." Tears fell from his eyes. "Georgie, I'm going to
regret this all my life. I'm so sorry."
Crying herself, Georgie stared at him. She shook her head. "It's not
enough," she choked. "Not now." Sobs racked her body. Dillon's shoulders
shook with his own sobs. He wanted desperately to reach out for her, to
hold her and comfort her, to kiss away her tears and erase all the hurt and
pain, but he knew there was no easy fix.
"I've gotta go," Georgie choked, unable to stay in the room with him any
longer. Still crying, she turned to leave, walking toward the door. Panic
rose through Dillon's body, fearing she'd never come back.
"Georgie," he called out. "I love you."
She sobbed harder as she turned around to face him.
"I know you do."
The door closed behind her.