Mind Games 3
He crept quietly and slowly to not make any noise. Her body moved in rhythm with her breathing. This time he would not fail. This time he would not stop until she was dead. He was at the side of the bed and inched closer to her. Then, suddenly she moved and her eyes opened. Quickly he snatched the pillow under her head and proceeded to cover her face. He had seen the terror in her eyes as the pillow came down on her face. Her hands fought violently at him or at least tried to. He pushed harder and harder. This time he would not fail. This time he would not stop until she was dead. Not until Abbey was dead. He continued pushing and not before long she stopped moving. He held the pillow over her head just a little longer. When he was satisfied he removed it and saw her face as it had frozen in horror.
Jed sat up in bed with a start. He felt like screaming but no sound came out from his lips. His body felt like it was going to explode and as he fought to control his breathing he looked around. It had only been a dream. A dream that felt so real and so horrifying. He threw the covers over and hurried to the bathroom. He ran some cold water as he splashed some on his face while much of it landed on the floor. He looked in the mirror. He didn't even know himself anymore. What he had found out had terrified him. What he had dreamt of had been enough to almost give him a heart attack. He looked down at the sink. He loved Abbey. She was his life. He would never do anything to hurt her. He looked up and into the mirror again. He stared at those familiar eyes of his. His eyes were the first thing Abbey had fallen for. She had said she could see his very should in those eyes. Before he met Abbey he had always thought that kind of talk was some sappy drivel. Then with her, it all made sense. He could hardly remember his life before she came along and he did not want to.
He lowered his head again. Was the dream a memory of something that had actually happened? No, Abbey said he had tried to strangle her. Strangle. No matter how he tried Jed could not begin to understand what was wrong with him. What could cause him to do something like this? If it had been someone else, anyone else he would have.... Jed suddenly looked at himself in the mirror once again. "I'll stop you." His knuckles turned white as he held on to the sink. He took a deep breath and continued to communicate to himself. "I swear to God, before I let you hurt her again I'll stop you. Whatever it takes and whatever I have to do I'll do it. I WILL stop you."
Abbey tossed and turned. There was no use. She could not sleep. She threw the covers aside and got up. As she started to walk over to the bathroom she felt like she was being watched. It gave her chills as she slowly turned and saw him by the door. 'Was he alright?' was her first thought. As he got closer she noted the look on his face and she knew. Before she could say anything his hands was around her neck. She tried to say something but all that came out where low murmur. He was so strong. She tried to focus on his face. Maybe if she looked at his face he could see something and stop what he was doing. It would be to no avail. His face had an expression of pure hatred on it and his eye... His eyes burned through hers like knives. Her hands tried to remove his but he was to strong. She was getting weaker. Her body felt heavy. Soon, it would be too late.
It was like a veil was being lifted from his eyes. In that moment he saw his own hands around Abbey's throat. What the hell was he doing?
Things were starting to go black when she fell to the floor gasping for breath.
Jed backed away from her in panic. "No no no no no no no.." He kept repeating over and over. He hoped to God this was another nightmare. He was silently praying this was another nightmare. He could not stop watching her as she gasped for breath. She was in pain and he was the cause of it. He saw her breathing more regular. He was afraid to say anything. He was afraid to do anything.
Abbey sat up as she held one hand around her throat. "Oh God."
Hearing her words and hearing the pain in them was too much. He did this to her. He caused it. He ran to the door, threw it open and left.
Abbey was calming when one of the agent's came in. "Ma'm?"
She indicated to the agent, who's name she remembered was Mark, that she needed help get up and soon she was relaxing on a chair.
"Ma'm?" Mark tried again. He had seen The President flee and then The first Lady on the floor. Looking like she did, red faced, hand around her throat with tears in her eyes he became worried.
"I'm fine." Abbey responded. "Where's my husband?"
"He ran back into his room." Ran was something he had never seen The President do before.
"How did he seem?" Abbey coughed slightly.
"Shocked." It was the only word Mark thought was fitting.
Jed searched franticly through the drawer in the bathroom. He knew he still had some left. Where were they? He had to stop himself. He had to stop before he went to far and killed Abbey. He threw things on the floor. He found what he was looking for and once again checked to the bathroom door was closed. He walked over and sat down on the toilet. The tears ran down his cheeks as he opened the packet in his hands. "I'm sorry Abbey." He kept repeating over and over as he did what he had to do.
"I'm fine." Abbey waved away the attention of Mark. She needed to talk to Jed. "In the guestroom?" It was rather a stupid question. Where else would he go now? As Mark nodded to her she got up and quickly put the scarf around her neck. She made sure no one would see what was hiding under it. She put her slippers on and walked out of the room. As she reached the door of the guestroom her husband occupied she knocked once and then let herself in. She closed the door behind her. "Jed?" It didn't come out as loud as it normally would.
She looked around and noticed the closed bathroom door. She walked over and knocked. "Jed?"
For a moment he thought he heard Abbey's voice. It was probably wishful thinking. Why would she even want to be near him now?
Abbey knocked again a little harder. Something was wrong. "Jed!" She tried a little harder even though her throat strongly objected to it.
Abbey was here. No! She could not see him like this.
Abbey tried opening the door and the fact that it was locked made her fear grow even more. She called out for the agents at once not caring about the pain in her throat. They came running immediately. "Open the door." She screamed at them as she moved aside.
'Oh Abbey, just leave it alone.' Jed's voice echoed in his head. 'It's for the best.'
The agents tried opening the door but to no avail.
Abbey paced franticly. Something was terrible wrong. She could feel it. She watched as the two agents struggled to open the door. Yelling at them would not help them, her or Jed. She heard a crack and saw the door move. She hurried over, past the agents and showed the door open. She gasped at what she saw but the Doctor in her took charge. "Get my medical bag." She knew Mark would know where to find it. She almost fell on the floor next to Jed as she quickly removed the scarf from around her neck not caring who saw her bruises. "Dear God, Jed!" She worked as fast as she could to stop the bleeding. She noticed, out of the corner of her eye, the other agent doing the same.
He felt movement next to him. He had heard her voice. He had to see her one least time. He opened his eyes with a heavy effort. He needed one last look.
She saw him opening his eyes and could now see he was looking at her. She tightened her scarf before leaning down towards him. "Jed?"
He could see she had been crying. "F...For....Forgive..."
She knew he was talking about what he had done to her earlier. Not what he had done to himself. "There is nothing to forgive. Nothing!"
He did not believe that. "Love...You." He was done. Now he could close his eyes again.
She saw him closing his eyes. "No, No. Don't you dare. Don't you dare leave me. Do you hear me? Don't you dare leave me now." She was crying out of control as her hands held his face. "Jed! Don't do this to me. Stay with me. Stay with me."
He could not understand where he was. It couldn't be hell and it sure wasn't heaven. The ground was cold and everything around him was dark. Maybe this was hell after all. He saw that he wore his pyjama's but there was no blood on them.
"Don't you dare leave me. Do you hear me?"
He turned around. "Abbey?"
"Jed! Don't do this to me."
He quickly turned back again. He couldn't bear to hear her voice like that. "Abbey?"
Nothing. All was silent. He noticed something on the ground. He bent down to pick up what looked like a photograph. As he stood back up he saw it was an old photograph of his family. He and Abbey were sitting. Abbey had a new born Zoey in her arms and he had Ellie on his knees. Liz was standing behind them. They looked so happy together.
"Stay with me."
He looked up at hearing Abbey's pleading voice. He focused but soon everything was quiet once more. As he looked at the photo he was surprised to see that it had changed. He was gone from the photo. Abbey was sitting with Annie next to her and Zoey on the other side. Liz and Ellie stood behind them. Gus was in Liz arms. As it seemed like they smiled at the camera he could clearly see the grief in all of their faces. Abbey's face was the one that held the most pain. "Abbey." He said out loud as he touched her face on the photo with his thumb. "I did it for you. You're safe now."
It would hurt them and God knows that was the last thing he wanted to do to any of them. To the people he loved more then anything in the world He wished he had more time to spend with his angels as he often called Liz, Ellie and Zoey. He wished he had more time with his little trouper as he called Gus and more time with Annie that he had dubbed his little rebel. Most of all he wished he had more time with Abbey. His soul mate, his better half, his lady love, his guardian and so on. He smiled slightly at the many names he had given her through the years.
They would all be cared for. He knew Leo would make sure they were looked after. He would miss Leo and everyone he worked with. Maybe someday they would understand why he had to do what he did. He hoped his family would at least. That was the important thing. That they understood. That Abbey understood and that she someday would forgive him. Suddenly a strong wind ripped the photo from his hands. Before he could react it was gone. There was something going on. He could feel that things around him were changing. Was this it? Had he finally died?
TBC.........
He crept quietly and slowly to not make any noise. Her body moved in rhythm with her breathing. This time he would not fail. This time he would not stop until she was dead. He was at the side of the bed and inched closer to her. Then, suddenly she moved and her eyes opened. Quickly he snatched the pillow under her head and proceeded to cover her face. He had seen the terror in her eyes as the pillow came down on her face. Her hands fought violently at him or at least tried to. He pushed harder and harder. This time he would not fail. This time he would not stop until she was dead. Not until Abbey was dead. He continued pushing and not before long she stopped moving. He held the pillow over her head just a little longer. When he was satisfied he removed it and saw her face as it had frozen in horror.
Jed sat up in bed with a start. He felt like screaming but no sound came out from his lips. His body felt like it was going to explode and as he fought to control his breathing he looked around. It had only been a dream. A dream that felt so real and so horrifying. He threw the covers over and hurried to the bathroom. He ran some cold water as he splashed some on his face while much of it landed on the floor. He looked in the mirror. He didn't even know himself anymore. What he had found out had terrified him. What he had dreamt of had been enough to almost give him a heart attack. He looked down at the sink. He loved Abbey. She was his life. He would never do anything to hurt her. He looked up and into the mirror again. He stared at those familiar eyes of his. His eyes were the first thing Abbey had fallen for. She had said she could see his very should in those eyes. Before he met Abbey he had always thought that kind of talk was some sappy drivel. Then with her, it all made sense. He could hardly remember his life before she came along and he did not want to.
He lowered his head again. Was the dream a memory of something that had actually happened? No, Abbey said he had tried to strangle her. Strangle. No matter how he tried Jed could not begin to understand what was wrong with him. What could cause him to do something like this? If it had been someone else, anyone else he would have.... Jed suddenly looked at himself in the mirror once again. "I'll stop you." His knuckles turned white as he held on to the sink. He took a deep breath and continued to communicate to himself. "I swear to God, before I let you hurt her again I'll stop you. Whatever it takes and whatever I have to do I'll do it. I WILL stop you."
Abbey tossed and turned. There was no use. She could not sleep. She threw the covers aside and got up. As she started to walk over to the bathroom she felt like she was being watched. It gave her chills as she slowly turned and saw him by the door. 'Was he alright?' was her first thought. As he got closer she noted the look on his face and she knew. Before she could say anything his hands was around her neck. She tried to say something but all that came out where low murmur. He was so strong. She tried to focus on his face. Maybe if she looked at his face he could see something and stop what he was doing. It would be to no avail. His face had an expression of pure hatred on it and his eye... His eyes burned through hers like knives. Her hands tried to remove his but he was to strong. She was getting weaker. Her body felt heavy. Soon, it would be too late.
It was like a veil was being lifted from his eyes. In that moment he saw his own hands around Abbey's throat. What the hell was he doing?
Things were starting to go black when she fell to the floor gasping for breath.
Jed backed away from her in panic. "No no no no no no no.." He kept repeating over and over. He hoped to God this was another nightmare. He was silently praying this was another nightmare. He could not stop watching her as she gasped for breath. She was in pain and he was the cause of it. He saw her breathing more regular. He was afraid to say anything. He was afraid to do anything.
Abbey sat up as she held one hand around her throat. "Oh God."
Hearing her words and hearing the pain in them was too much. He did this to her. He caused it. He ran to the door, threw it open and left.
Abbey was calming when one of the agent's came in. "Ma'm?"
She indicated to the agent, who's name she remembered was Mark, that she needed help get up and soon she was relaxing on a chair.
"Ma'm?" Mark tried again. He had seen The President flee and then The first Lady on the floor. Looking like she did, red faced, hand around her throat with tears in her eyes he became worried.
"I'm fine." Abbey responded. "Where's my husband?"
"He ran back into his room." Ran was something he had never seen The President do before.
"How did he seem?" Abbey coughed slightly.
"Shocked." It was the only word Mark thought was fitting.
Jed searched franticly through the drawer in the bathroom. He knew he still had some left. Where were they? He had to stop himself. He had to stop before he went to far and killed Abbey. He threw things on the floor. He found what he was looking for and once again checked to the bathroom door was closed. He walked over and sat down on the toilet. The tears ran down his cheeks as he opened the packet in his hands. "I'm sorry Abbey." He kept repeating over and over as he did what he had to do.
"I'm fine." Abbey waved away the attention of Mark. She needed to talk to Jed. "In the guestroom?" It was rather a stupid question. Where else would he go now? As Mark nodded to her she got up and quickly put the scarf around her neck. She made sure no one would see what was hiding under it. She put her slippers on and walked out of the room. As she reached the door of the guestroom her husband occupied she knocked once and then let herself in. She closed the door behind her. "Jed?" It didn't come out as loud as it normally would.
She looked around and noticed the closed bathroom door. She walked over and knocked. "Jed?"
For a moment he thought he heard Abbey's voice. It was probably wishful thinking. Why would she even want to be near him now?
Abbey knocked again a little harder. Something was wrong. "Jed!" She tried a little harder even though her throat strongly objected to it.
Abbey was here. No! She could not see him like this.
Abbey tried opening the door and the fact that it was locked made her fear grow even more. She called out for the agents at once not caring about the pain in her throat. They came running immediately. "Open the door." She screamed at them as she moved aside.
'Oh Abbey, just leave it alone.' Jed's voice echoed in his head. 'It's for the best.'
The agents tried opening the door but to no avail.
Abbey paced franticly. Something was terrible wrong. She could feel it. She watched as the two agents struggled to open the door. Yelling at them would not help them, her or Jed. She heard a crack and saw the door move. She hurried over, past the agents and showed the door open. She gasped at what she saw but the Doctor in her took charge. "Get my medical bag." She knew Mark would know where to find it. She almost fell on the floor next to Jed as she quickly removed the scarf from around her neck not caring who saw her bruises. "Dear God, Jed!" She worked as fast as she could to stop the bleeding. She noticed, out of the corner of her eye, the other agent doing the same.
He felt movement next to him. He had heard her voice. He had to see her one least time. He opened his eyes with a heavy effort. He needed one last look.
She saw him opening his eyes and could now see he was looking at her. She tightened her scarf before leaning down towards him. "Jed?"
He could see she had been crying. "F...For....Forgive..."
She knew he was talking about what he had done to her earlier. Not what he had done to himself. "There is nothing to forgive. Nothing!"
He did not believe that. "Love...You." He was done. Now he could close his eyes again.
She saw him closing his eyes. "No, No. Don't you dare. Don't you dare leave me. Do you hear me? Don't you dare leave me now." She was crying out of control as her hands held his face. "Jed! Don't do this to me. Stay with me. Stay with me."
He could not understand where he was. It couldn't be hell and it sure wasn't heaven. The ground was cold and everything around him was dark. Maybe this was hell after all. He saw that he wore his pyjama's but there was no blood on them.
"Don't you dare leave me. Do you hear me?"
He turned around. "Abbey?"
"Jed! Don't do this to me."
He quickly turned back again. He couldn't bear to hear her voice like that. "Abbey?"
Nothing. All was silent. He noticed something on the ground. He bent down to pick up what looked like a photograph. As he stood back up he saw it was an old photograph of his family. He and Abbey were sitting. Abbey had a new born Zoey in her arms and he had Ellie on his knees. Liz was standing behind them. They looked so happy together.
"Stay with me."
He looked up at hearing Abbey's pleading voice. He focused but soon everything was quiet once more. As he looked at the photo he was surprised to see that it had changed. He was gone from the photo. Abbey was sitting with Annie next to her and Zoey on the other side. Liz and Ellie stood behind them. Gus was in Liz arms. As it seemed like they smiled at the camera he could clearly see the grief in all of their faces. Abbey's face was the one that held the most pain. "Abbey." He said out loud as he touched her face on the photo with his thumb. "I did it for you. You're safe now."
It would hurt them and God knows that was the last thing he wanted to do to any of them. To the people he loved more then anything in the world He wished he had more time to spend with his angels as he often called Liz, Ellie and Zoey. He wished he had more time with his little trouper as he called Gus and more time with Annie that he had dubbed his little rebel. Most of all he wished he had more time with Abbey. His soul mate, his better half, his lady love, his guardian and so on. He smiled slightly at the many names he had given her through the years.
They would all be cared for. He knew Leo would make sure they were looked after. He would miss Leo and everyone he worked with. Maybe someday they would understand why he had to do what he did. He hoped his family would at least. That was the important thing. That they understood. That Abbey understood and that she someday would forgive him. Suddenly a strong wind ripped the photo from his hands. Before he could react it was gone. There was something going on. He could feel that things around him were changing. Was this it? Had he finally died?
TBC.........