Emma reached the boardwalk in record time. Out of breath she
climbed over the beach wall and stepped onto the warm sand. It was then
she realized that she had walked the few blocks barefoot. She had been so
distraught leaving the house that she hadn't been thinking about where she
was going or what she was doing. Now on the beach she found the sound of
the waves lapping on the shore soothing. It was mid-afternoon on a
Thursday, and the crowds weren't too bad. She headed down to the waters
edge and walked, while children darted past her with boogie boards,
frisbees were thrown over her head, and toddlers played in the sand. She
couldn't get Stanley's face out of her mind, he had been ecstatic about the
baby. She felt horrible bringing up abortion. The change in his expression
as he heard that word escape her lips. It was like he didn't know who she
was, anymore than she felt she didn't know him.
Emma kept walking, for what felt like hours, til her feet could no longer carry her and she felt weary. People were now starting to pack up their coolers and beach chairs, while Emma found a quiet place under the pier to sit. She sifted sand through her fingers and buried her feet, but the images wouldn't fade and the words wouldn't go away. She had been horrible. Why didn't she stay and listen to him. He would've told her everything. She knew that. She couldn't keep the tears back any longer. Burying her head in her hands she began to cry.
* * *
* *
Stanley was clearly upset with her outburst and her running out. He swore outloud and sent the TV guide flying through the air out of frustration, not being able to stop her. Scrap quickly darted out the doggie door, afraid of his master's tone. He wanted desperately to go after her, but that wasn't about to happen. He was now stuck on the couch, his crutch laying on the floor near the kitchen. The likelihood of him making it to that point in his condition seemed impossible. . And making a phone call to Rachel or Brent or Mary was out of the question. That distance was even further. Damn, this was a mess. He saw no other choice, he was going to have to try and drag himself over to the phone one way or the other despite the pain, Emma wasn't safe. Then it struck him, Emma and their child was not safe. He needed to call Roberts. What other choice did he have?
* * *
* *
Emma didn't know she was being watched. But a black Mercedes had pulled up by the boardwalk and two men stood at the ocean wall watching the woman.
"Jake said take her. What are we waiting for"
"You ass, this is a public place. It has to be discreet. Chloroform on a handkerchief my friend. Nab her from behind as she heads this way, then slip her into the car. Easy as pie."
"She could sit out there for hours."
"Then we wait for hours."
"and what if Stanley calls the cops?"
"Jake has Stanley covered. You're paranoid."
Emma heard the rumble in her stomach. She was hungry, she had only nibbled at crackers for lunch. She stood up, ready to go back to the house. Stanley deserved an explanation, a reason why she didn't want a child at this point in her life. Her hand gently stroked her belly. A baby, Stanley's baby, was already growing inside her.
Climbing over the sea wall, she was not paying much attention to anything around her. The more she thought about it, the more she wasn't sure she didn't want this child. As she passed through the two parked cars and as she reached the back of the car a hand came out and grabbed her.
Emma wasn't quick enough, the guy put his hand over her mouth, the other hand pulled her arms behind her back as she started to struggle. She began to kick and the guy yelled at his companion, "For god's sake, she's a live wire, Tim...where's the chloroform?"
Emma bit down onto his hand, and his hands loosened, but not enough for her to get out of his clutches. Within seconds Tim had the chloroform on a handkerchief and covered Emma's face. She felt nausea, and started to sway. Her last thoughts were of the baby, as the men got her into the car.
* * *
* *
Stanley got as far as the kitchen counter, so close, when he reached up to pull himself up onto the barstool, it toppled over and fell on him, Laying in a heap on the floor, he was unaware the front door had opened and he had company. He opened his eyes, to see an expensive pair of shoes eye level with his own. The man lifted the barstool off him and Stanley then noticed the high heels situated next to the others. The voice all to familiar.
"Ah, Stanley, can't bear to see you like this. It's pathetic."
Stanley slowly looked up to find Gabriel and Ginger standing above him, "Get out of my house." Was all he could muster, in between the sharp pains
Gabriel smiled down at him, "I'm here to help you, Stan."
"Like hell you are. I don't need your kind of help, now or at any other time in my life."
"Well, I do think you need help, Stan. You see your girlfriend is in some trouble, and I think I'm the only one that can lead you to her."
"What the fuck have you done with Emma?"
"Nothing yet. But I have a couple of men who find her incredibly attractive and haven't seen a lot of action while they've been here. I don't know how long I can hold them off." This was all Stanley needed to hear, the anger evident, but Jake had him right where he wanted him. "so you want to be cooperative, Stanley?"
Leaning down, he give him that winning smile, "I like you, Stan. I like that girlfriend of yours, so let's talk. But not here, I have a car outside." He helped him up, noticing Stan was in his boxer shorts, and a t-shirt. "Got to hand it to you, Stan..your attire never ceases to amaze me."
Stanley looked over at Ginger, and she smiled sweetly at him, disgusted he turned away. He was helpless here. He thought about whacking him with his casted arm, but he was sure they had a fire arm of some kind, and the last thing he needed was a gun shot wound to add to his other injuries. "Just take me to Emma,now." he demanded.
"Stanley, Stanley, you are in no position here to demand anything from me. It's you that have something I want. And if you are cooperative, I'll give you back what you want. I make the rules, here, not you."
"Wait a second, you have what you want now. You ramsacked my desk earlier, you have the bloody disc."
"Well, if that was so, I don't think I'd be holding your girlfriend. Despite the damage you've already done to the accounts, just give me the disc, and I'll be a happy camper."
"I don't know what the fuck you're talking about. I told Ginger that when she confronted me on the cliff. "
"Gail, her name is Gail."
"Whatever, whoever either one of you are. I haven't touched that disc since last summer."
"I'm not stupid, Stan. Now we're going to take a little drive."
* * *
* * *
When Emma awoke she was lying on a queen size bed in a strange bedroom. Laying on her side her hands and feet were tied with a thick rope, which had begun to burn her wrists, from the tightness. Her mouth covered with duck tape, she could barely move, feeling groggy. She heard someone talking on the phone, in the corner.
"She's out like a light, boss. No problem whatsoever." He rubbed his hand where the teeth marks were still visible. "So we can expect you within the next half hour." He turned to find Emma eying him, as he closed the cellphone.
"Well, well, well, look who's awake. You lady, are a little tigress, aren't you? I like em rough."
Emma felt disgusted as the man approached her A finger tip stroked her cheek and then down her neck, slowly it circled the area above her breasts, she wanted to cry, but tried remaining strong. What were these guys planning to do to her. The door opened and the older man entered, "Kirk, get your filthy hands off the lady."
"Ah, come on, Tim, the boss isn't back for another half hour. What's the harm in having a little fun?"
"Jake is full of surprises. I guarantee you, you make a move on that one now, and he'll walk in on you, and won't be pleased. And he's bringing Stanley. You need to be patient, I'm sure you will have the chance you're looking for. He knows how to get to this guy." He looked over at Emma and smiled, "he'll make a production out of it as usual."
Kirk moved away from Emma. The smirky, filthy smile emblazoned across his face, made Emma feel nauseous. She made a gag sound under the duck tape and Tim looked concerned, "you going to be sick?"
Tears now trickled down her face as she tried to move on her side. She didn't want to have to look at either one of them. She wanted to close her eyes and wish this all away. He moved over to her, "Hey, your boyfriend cooperates and nothing happens to you. As long as I'm here, Kirk won't lay a finger on you. I give you more word."
Emma found his eyes kind, but the other guy she didn't trust, and he lit up a cigarette and then smiled over at her, "She's damn hot, Tim. For someone her age. I have been working my tail off the past few days for Jake and he better pull through for me. It's been a frigging week. I have never been without this long."
"Can it, Kirk" He helped Emma roll over to her side, and she pulled her legs up against her body, Tim couldn't help but see a scared child. It had never been easy for him, especially when it involved innocent people. Jake had no scruples and at times seemed emotionless when it came to harming someone or taking a human life. He made a mental note, it was time to get out of this job. Screw the money, the sight of Emma coiled up in the fetal position crying was enough to make him want a new lease on life.
Neither one of them,heard the car pull up, so when the door burst open, Kirk immediately dropped his cigarette. "I think I said, outside, Kirk. Smoking outside."
Kirk immediately smashed the cigarette but into the carpet, and Jake shook his head, wondering why he had hired such an idiot. Hey, he knew why. The guy would do anything he asked. He was young and fearless. Unlike Tim, the morals of the outfit. Jake smiled at the figure on his bed. He walked past Tim and patted him on the shoulder, "Good job, boys. You pulled it off with no hitches."
Kirk moved closer to him as Jake stepped towards the bed, "Hey, boss, you know you promised me...."
Emma's eyes and Jakes met. He pushed Kirk away, "later. I know what I promised, Kirk, but we aren't finished here by a long shot. Be patient."
He sat on the edge of the bed and took out his handkerchief wiping the fresh tears, "No need to cry. I don't want to harm you."
She didn't believe him, "I would like to take the tape off, but you know I have neighbors and I know how you females like to scream. Can't have that I'm afraid. So it stays on. " He stroked her hair and she tried to move away. He took her head in his hands and made her look at him, "Don't fight me. When I talk to you, you look at me. That's all I ask. And if Stanley is cooperative we'll have you out of here in no time." Closing her eyes, she held back more tears. "He's here, in the other room. He wants to see you."
Jake stood up, and motioned to Kirk, whispering in his ear, "You don't touch her, not until I give you the signal, is that clear?"
"Sure boss, no problem."
Tim and Jake exchanged glances,"you...get to attached. Come with me."
"I really don't think Kirk should be alone with her." Tim stated.
"Kirk, listens to my orders. He won't lay a hand on her." He turned back to Kirk, "Give us a few minutes, then you can bring her out."
Back in the living room the sun was setting over the ocean, and the sight was breathtaking from the large picture window taking up most of the room. Gail stood gazing out the window, while Stanley sat uncomfortably on the couch, his leg propped up.
His eyes fixed on the long hallway where Jake had disappeared down. Knowing Emma was being kept down there somewhere. Gail noticed his distant stare, "He won't hurt her, Stanley."
"I've seen what he's capable of don't forget. Killing innocent people without a care."
"If you would just give him the disc."
"I don't have the damn disc. I don't know where it is either."
"okay, okay, calm down. So you don't have the disc, you can hack into the account again. I am sure it won't be a problem. Give Jake what he wants and you and your girlfriend will go on your merry way."
"It's not so easy. And you know that."
"I thought we were friends, Stanley, in fact there was a time when I could easily give you a hard-on." She moved closer to him and rubbed her hand up his good leg, with no reaction. His eyes penetrated through her as he removed her hand from his leg.
"Well, I guess you lost your touch. Because I feel nothing for you."
"This woman is really special to you, isn't she? Not just a fuck."
"I'll pretend you didn't say that."
"Why, Stanley, you're really in love." Just as she said that Jake and Tim entered the room.
Jake rubbed his hands together as he sat across from Stanley, "Well, your little lady is just getting herself presentable, she'll join us shortly. Gail, get Stan a drink."
"Not for me. Let's just get this over with."
Gail was at the bar, "A scotch, if I recall, Stan. The drink of your choice." She poured the liquid over ice and handed it to him.
"I can't drink,I'm taking medication"
"Oh, come on, Stan," Jake chirped in, "what happen to the Stanley who knew how to live it up. Tequila shots..wasn't it Stan?"
The images of the club and the tequila shots with Helga wasn't a pleasant sight and he closed his eyes in disgust, as he opened them he saw the pair heading down the hallway. Emma's mouth ducktaped, her hands bound together. Barefoot there were rope marks on her ankles. Their eyes met for a brief second, Stanley saw the tears as she quickly put her head down and let Kirk lead her to the chair directly across from him. She didn't look up.
Jake moved over to her, "See, no harm, Stanley." He lifted her chin up making her look at Stanley. She closed her eyes. "Ah, but it looks like she isn't pleased to see you. Why is that Stan?"
"Fuck you, Gabriel, Jake whoever...."
"I suspect this pretty young thing knew nothing in your involvement with our little scheme last year, or your prison sentence. And Helga, does she know about Helga?" This made Emma's eyes open and she looked at Stanley.
"Don't listen to him,Em. He fucks with everyone. That's what he does."
Jake let out a chuckle, "I think you're the one that's been fucking with me, Stan. I want my money and until it's back in it's rightful place, your girlfriend stays with me. Kirk has become quite fond of her in the last few hours. Haven't you Kirk?"
Stanley almost forgot he had a bum leg and began to lift himself out of the chair, as a pain shot through him, "So help me god, if that creep has laid a fucking hand on her..."
"You'll what?" He stood up and pushed Stanley back down onto the couch, motioning to Kirk. Stanley noticed the look between them and didn't like it one bit, as Kirk approached Emma from the side leaning over her, pulling a knife out of his back pocket, it went straight to her throat.
"Don't you fucking hurt her? She hasn't done anything."
"That doesn't matter to me."
Stanley watched as Emma's eyes widened in terror as Kirk stroked her neck with the blade of the knife. His other hand went straight to her breast. Grabbing it and messaging it, Stanley felt disgusted as he watched Kirk's pleasure rise.
Jake continued to talk, "You help me out here and Kirk will stop."
"I can't help you. I don't have the fucking disc. It could take me days to get back into that account and you know it."
Jake nodded to Kirk again, this time the knife slid down her chest he made a neat cut into the top of her tank top. It was hard for Stanley to concentrate on anything else. He wanted to get up and kill the guy. He watched as the knife began to slowly cut lower and lower, her breasts now exposed. "Fucking lay off her...shit...." Sweat began pouring down his face.
"It's interesting to be on the other side isn't,Stan. Now the two of you can compare notes. I am sure your girlfriend would be riveted by the story of Helga and our little test for you." Jake turned to Emma, "you see, dear, Stanley will tell you he was humiliated in front a number of people, much like you are being now. Except in his case a gun was being held to his head, he had a minute and Helga had him right where she wanted. Right, Stan."
"Shut-up. Get me to a computer now, and I will do anything you want."
"Now that's more like it, Stan." Kirk had not stopped his little fore play and now was kissing her neck, Emma couldn't struggle because of the knife, her eyes clenched tight, she felt the tears now streaming down her cheek, whimpering escaped from behind the tape.
"Call that creep off her now." Jake moved over to him whacking Kirk on the side of the head.
"Enough, Kirk."
"But boss..."
Jake looked at him sternly, "I said enough." He motioned to Gail, "take her back to the bedroom."
Gail smiled at Stanley and as she walked by, she traced a finger tip across his cheek. Emma couldn't help but notice and the thoughts of what they had meant to each other clouded her mind as Gail lead her back to the bedroom.
"You'll let her go. There's no reason for you to hold her."
"Oh, I think differently, Stan my man. We have her, you'll do what we ask."
"For god's sake, she's pregnant." He didn't mean to blurt this out but it had been on his mind consistently since she told him.
"Really? That even makes her more valuable to you, Stan. So you see, I can't let her go til the job is finished. No games."
"I want her with me. Not locked up somewhere, where that creep can get to her." He glared at Kirk.
"I might be able to accommodate you there, Stan. But I can't say she'll be too happy to see you."
"I don't give a shit. All I care about is getting her out of here safely."
"No happily ever afters?" he mocked.
"just get me to the god damn computer, and bring her to me. And I'll give you what you want."
Jake motioned for his two men to help Stanley to another bedroom. Jake stood back as Stanley began the normal routine. It wasn't going to be easy without the disc, with one hand, the pain he was in.
Satisfied Jake motioned to his men and within minutes, Emma was carried over Kirk's shoulder and placed her on the bed directly behind Stanley at the computer desk.
Stanley turned to find Emma curled on her side, her face turned away from him still gagged and tied. Jake pushed his men out the door, "The man needs to work. Stanley, I'll be checking on you later."
As the door shut behind them, the lock turned from the outside. Emma nearly naked, her body heaving from the crying. Stanley tried to drag himself to the corner of the bed, but it was much more difficult then he thought it would be. The frustration of having only one leg and arm, he looked down at the cast. His fingers wiggled freely and then without even thinking about it he slammed the cast down on the desk. The noise alone made Emma's sob stop suddenly as she managed to turn towards him and watched in amazement as he continued to slam his arm down on the table, as bits of plaster cast began to crumble off.
The door opened and Jake stood dumbfounded at what he found Stanley doing, "I can't work one handed. " He winced in pain as the next impact, caused most of it to break off, and he ripped it off with his other hand. It was apparent of the pain he was in once it was removed, but he moved it slowly and wiggled his fingers, "All sorted. I'm fine."
Jake slowly closed the door behind him and locked it once again. Stanley waited til he heard the footsteps disperse, then was able to make it to the bed. As he removed the tape, she closed her eyes, tears still swelling up in them. She didn't want to look at him. She felt disgusted with what had just happened in the other room and she felt betrayed by a man she loved with all her heart. Stanley then untied the rope bounding her feet and hands. It was obvious the healing had not completed on his arm, but he bit down on this lip and dealt with the pain, focusing solely on Emma.
Pulling off his T-shirt, he lifted her arms up and managed to slip it over her head. She was pretty much lifeless, like a rag doll, who had yet to look him in the eyes, "I'll get you out of this, Emma. I swear."
He pulled her close to him, as her eyes opened, the sobbing quickened and she lashed out at him pushing him back, not caring if she hurt him or not, Stanley more than surprised, when only a few seconds ago she was so unresponsive, "You bastard! I hate you." Her hands now in fists she sat up and began punching on his chest.
He deserved this, he knew it. And even if he wanted it to stop, there was no way he could handle her. His good arm was still strong, but the broken one no longer in the cast had barely any life in it. He let her get whatever she was feeling out, until she was so exhausted she collapsed back on the bed sobbing. Stanley lay by her side and took her in his arms, she struggled against him slightly, then buried her head into his bare chest, as he gently caressed her back, kissing the top of her head.
Obviously traumatized by the whole experience, she couldn't control the sobs and Stanley comforted her as best he could. When she tried to speak, he tried to quiet her, "You need to sleep. We'll talk, after you sleep. I have to get started, otherwise they will just make our lives miserable."
"That man..."
"won't touch you again, I promise."
She began to relax and he watched as her left hand reached down, resting on her abdomen. She gently rubbed it and the sobs began to subside. She looked up into his eyes, noticing his intent glare focused on her hand, quickly moving it away. "I don't hate you...it was a mean thing for me to say."
"You have every right. I put you into the mess, put you into danger. I can understand if you hate me."
"The baby..."
He quieted her, "We can talk later, after you sleep. Schh now, close your eyes."
"Will you be here when I wake up?"
"I'm going as far as the computer, that's it. I'll be here, Emma. And we'll talk. I promise." he cringed from the pain of his arm as he maneuvered slightly on the bed.
"You're arm. You're medicine. Stanley, you need to rest."
"I'm fine. You worry about yourself right now...and" he wanted to say the baby but decided it was best to leave it. But he noticed Emma's hand once again gently rubbing her abdomen.
He wasn't sure what was going on in her head about the baby, and wanted desperately to sort it out, but he needed to take care of this problem before anything else. He needed to get Emma out of here.
Emma did feel exhausted, and it wasn't hard for to close her eyes. Within minutes she was sound asleep, Stanley awkwardly made his way back to the computer.
He was slow to start. Getting his bearings, trying to remember what he needed to do to get access to the account. It had been so long. But he still felt something was strange. The disc. Where the hell was it? Then he remembered Brett's comment about Kyle working at his desk. Surely, Kyle wouldn't have bothered with it. He shook his head, it couldn't be. But out of curiosity he went to Instant Messenger, knowing whenever Kyle was on the computer he had it open. Searching for his screen name, Puterpunk, Stanley found him on line, all the way over in England. He figured it was 8 hours difference. Making it after midnight. Obviously Gary had little control of Kyle, and was allowing him to do whatever he wanted on this little jaunt. Stanley looked back at Emma, now asleep in a ball on the bed, and then sent Kyle a message. Kyle had set up an account for Stan out of fun...StantheMan. Stan had found it pretty stupid, when would he ever find a need to chat to people like this on line. He may be a computer geek, but he much preferred the phone or in person.
Hey, Kyle, what's up?
The message he received back was quick and he sensed Kyle's surprise, Stanley, I never thought you even used that account I set up for you.
Well, to be honest, never have til today...how's jolly old England.
I just talked to you this morning. Nothing's changed. It's boring. Can't wait to get back.
Missing Amy?
Sure and Mom. How is she?
Stanley glanced again at Emma, Well, she could be better. We are kind of in a dilemma here and I need your help.
What do you mean a dilemma. Is she okay?
She will be..look, there was a disc in my drawer
The answer was too quick for his liking, I don't know anything about it. I swear.
Kyle this is important. If you have that disc, or have had, I need to know.
Stan waited for a response and there was none. Kyle, listen to me. Your mom and I are in danger. I need that disc. I don't give a shit that you have it or messed with my personal property at this point.
I swear I didn't mean to do anything wrong. It just happened and I couldn't fix it.
Kyle, what did you do?
I don't know, transferred some money or something. Is it yours? It's illegal, Stan.
I don't think right now is the right time to talk about this. I need that disc, do you have it with you?
I don't know...let me check. Stanley nervously tapped his fingers on the desk to, waiting for Kyle's return..I have it. God, I'm sorry Stanley, really I am. I can email the info to you.
It won't work. It's encrypted. I need you to personally get the disc to me, in the next 24 hours.
How am I supposed to do that. Like my dad would let me pop onto a plane right now. He would freak.
If you care about your mom, you'll find a way.
I don't get this, why is it all so cloak and dagger. And you better tell me what's happened to my mom.
Your mom is right here with me, sleeping. She's okay. I won't let anything happen to her. So get your ass to the airport, I will sort out the tickets on my end and I will let you know the flight in the next few minutes.
What am i supposed to tell my Dad.
You'll think of something.
Stanley put his head in his hands, Emma would freak that Kyle was now involved but it was too late. There was only one option here. He needed the disc, to get Jake off his back. He wouldn't allow anything to happen to the people he cared about this time around. The insidious beep of the IM brought him back to reality.
Nothing's going to happen to my mom, right? Stan....if something happens to my mom, I don't know what I'd do. This is my fault.
Stanley knew this was harder on him. Nothing is going to happen to your mom. I won't let it. You have to trust me. I love her, Kyle. We all make mistakes, I've made plenty, still making them...so don't beat your head against a wall over this. We can sort it out. I'm going to keep this open, so you IM me the minute you're at the airport.
I do trust you, Stan.
Stanley smiled and a tear came to his eye. You better get a move on.
Yeah, right. Later. Kyle signed off and Stanley looked over at Emma still fast asleep.
The door opened and Stan swiveled his chair around to see Jake smiling at him, "How's it going, Stan?"
"Can you keep it down, I don't want to wake her." He motioned to the bed where Emma had begun to stir. Jake moved over to him and leaned over him looking at the computer screen.
"So we're not having much luck. Maybe you are being distracted by her presence."
"I told you I'm rusty. I will get it sorted. And you move her, you get nothing."
"Same old Stanley."
"I just want you off my back and want to get on with my life."
"Then pray tell why did you mess with the accounts?"
Stanley had no intention of bringing Kyle's name into this. "I can't work with you breathing down my back."
"Fine. I'll leave you to it. But next time I come in here, I want to see some progress. Don't mess with me anymore, Stan. You do understand?"
Stan nodded, then Jake left the room.
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* *
Kyle packed up his backpack, slipping his laptop carefully inside. His dad had booked a suite at the Westend Plaza, and as Kyle quietly made his way down the short hallway towards the door, he peeked into see his sister sleeping soundly, her arms firmly around a stuffed dog, Stanley had bought for her. She hadn't been enjoying this trip at all, and the thought of leaving her with their dad was almost too much. He stood at the door contemplated waking her then headed into the sitting room and found a piece of paper, scribbling a note to his Dad. He had no idea how his Dad was going to take this. As he wrote the note, he was startled when he heard shuffling behind him, thinking his dad had woken up.
He turned abruptly when he saw Melody clutching the dog, sleepily gazing at him, "What are you doing?"
"God, you scared the shit out of me."
"Why do you have your backpack and your jacket on?"
"Go back to bed...I don't want Dad to wake up?"
"you're leaving aren't you? Kyle, where are you going? You can't leave me here."
"Stop being so melodramatic. It's not so bad. I have to go home."
"Why? To see Amy?"
"This has nothing to do with Amy."
"You aren't going home without me."
"You're going to wake Dad."
"i don't care. You can't go."
Kyle didn't want to say anything but he looked at his watch. He needed to get going, and Melody was just holding things up, "It's Stan. Something's up."
"What? Is he back in the hospital? Oh, my god, Kyle, is he going to be okay?"
"It's nothing like that. This is serious, Melody. Mom and Stanley are in danger."
"I don't understand."
"I can't explain it, since I don't know the whole story, but I have to get to the airport and get home."
"I'm going too."
"No, you're not. You have to be here so Dad doesn't go ballistic."
"I don't care about Dad. This has been a rotten vacation. He goes out drinking every night and leaves us here. Stanley wouldn't do that, ever. I'm going home with you." She quickly went back into the bedroom and threw on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, quickly throwing her clothes into her bag, she headed back into the other room.
Kyle rolled his eyes, "Okay, you can come. But I swear Melody. This could really cause problems." He was thinking about what Dad would do. Take his mom into court and he'd get custody of them both. Melody was looking towards him waiting for an explanation. But he decided it would be best to leave it. Better not get her anymore upset. "Come on, we got to go."
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Stanley felt exhausted as the hours dragged on. The pain in his leg and wrist were taking their toll but he didn't have his medication. He slumped into the chair, his eyelids drooped, then the IM beep brought him back to life.
Hey, Stan, I'm at the airport...but there's a little problem.
Stanley had no idea what he could be referring to, but any problem was something he didn't want to have to deal with. Weren't there already enough on his plate?
Problem?
Don't get pissed, there wasn't anything i could do. Melody is with me.
Stanley put his head in his hand and sighed, collecting his thoughts. Emma was going to have a fit. Not only was Kyle involved but now Melody and that meant an even more irate Gary to deal with, once he found they were gone. The police could easily be called in, they could be detained at the airport upon their arrival in the states and Stanley didn't even want to think what the delay of receiving the disc and getting his money back would do to Jake. He immediately clicked on to the airlines website and purchased another ticket.
I'm not going to get into this with you right now. I purchased a ticket for Melody, your flight leaves in an hour. Look after your sister. I will arrange for Brent to meet you at the airport.
You sound mad.
Things could be better, let's just say that.
There was a awkward silence. Then a message popped up, It's not Kyle's fault, Stanley. I didn't want to stay with my Dad anymore. I want to be with you and Mom. Please don't be mad. I miss you both so much.
Stanley felt a bit choked up, as he read Melody's message. Another popped up,
Now she's crying. Great.
Stanley smiled at a typical teenage response to emotion. Your mom and i miss you guys too. Melody, it's okay. Everything is going to be alright. Just stay with your brother at all times and listen to him.
They just called our flight. I'll IM you when we arrive in the states. I got the disc in my backpack and everything is going to be fine, Stan. Give Mom our love, k?
You bet.
Puterpunk signed off and Stanley sighed, hoping this was all going to work out.
Emma slowly opened her eyes and focused on the clock by the bed, it was close to midnight. Everything seemed fuzzy. She could barely make out the figure slumped on the computer chair. But as her eyes focused, she made out the strong firm back of the man she loved. The scratches still evident from the accident. AS she began to sit up she realized she wasn't in Stanley's bed, and then it all came back to her. The men at the beach, waking up in a strange bed gagged and tied....She got on her knees and crawled across the bed. She leaned over the slumped figure and realized he was asleep. His broken wrist draped across his lap, the other dangling by his side. His splinted leg spread out to the side. He looked distorted and Emma was just about to wake him to get him into the bed, when she saw the IM message box on the computer screen. She knew that name, Puterpunk. That was Kyle's IM name. What the hell was Stanley talking to Kyle for. Emma tried to lean over him and scroll up to read the message when Stanley woke up.
"Emma? Fuck...I must have dozed off."
Emma didn't answer but stood up, the anger building in her. She began to pace the floor. "Emma?"
She turned, and glared at him, "What the hell is going on here, Stanley?" She pointed at the screen, "That's Kyle's IM name. You've been talking to Kyle. Why?"
He had a bad crick in his neck and began to rotate his neck before managing to stand on his good foot bracing himself onto the desk and moving closer to her, "You need to calm down. And we can talk."
She put her hand out, "Don't get any closer to me."
"Emma, this is serious. And you losing your temper isn't going to help. Jake's men will be here in a flash, and i can't hold them off. If you want to repeat what happened earlier in the living room, fine. Otherwise sit down on the bed and listen to me."
His voice was commanding but quiet. Emma thought about that creepy man who had touched her, how it made it feel inside. She immediately sat on the bed, and began to cry.
Stanley slowly moved towards her and positioned himself on the bed next her. "I need to tell you everything. But you need to remain calm. You aren't going to like what I have to say."
When she lifted her head up, he was looking straight into her eyes, "I realize everything I am about to say to you could ruin everything between us. But it's a risk I am going to take because I love you. I've made a helluva lot of mistakes in the past, but falling in love with you is not one of them. You have to believe that."
Emma held back tears and bit her bottom lip. She didn't say anything and awaited for him to speak.
"You know about the prison sentence. I was a bit foolish hacking into government programs but it was something I felt strongly about. I did it, I paid dearly for what I did. 2 years in Levinworth and losing visitation with Holly. If I would have known the outcome maybe I wouldn't have done something so stupid. But it happened. I did my time and I got out and I worked my tail off, every cent going to court fees to obtain custody of her. Then I had a visitor to my humble abode. I was living in a trailer, Emma, in the middle of Texas, I worked on oil derricks. It was a pathetic existence to say the least and she offered me a chance to get out, to get Holly back. And i was desperate."
"Gail..she was the woman?"
He nodded his head. "I will spare you most of the details. But I got myself in way over my head. I had no idea they were terrorists, but all I could do was think of Holly. When I tried to back out, they killed Melissa and her husband in their home, Holly was there in the house." Emma watched his facial expressions. "I can't even begin to tell you what it was like going through that house looking for her. Of course, they knew how to reel me back in. They kidnapped her, and I had no choice but to help them. I did what I had to do, they faked their deaths and got away scot free. I was given full custody of Holly and a good deal of money in a Swiss bank account."
"That explains why you pay cash for everything."
He nodded. "I wouldn't have to work, but that's not what I'm about. Everything you've seen in the past few months is who I am. I love my job, my daughter, my place in the community...you and your kids. But the story doesn't end here. I was ready to tell you everything a few weeks ago when Ginger showed up on the cliff. I didn't know what she wanted. But I knew one thing, I didn't want them to screw up what I had or hurt my family."
"This has something to do with Kyle, doesn't it?"
"There was a disc in my desk, somehow Kyle got a hold of it. I don't know what he thought he was doing, but he hacked into their account and transferred some money. I didn't know about this, until tonight. I thought it was a long shot asking him about the disc. But he has it."
"This is your fault, he looked up to you. Wanted to be like you."
"Yes, it's my fault, all of this." He put his head in his hand and Emma noticed him cringe as another sharp pain shot through him. He clenched his teeth as the pain passed, then opened his eyes, "I need the disc, to sort this out. I can't do it any other way."
"but he's in England."
"No..." he hesitated as Emma glared at him, "he's on his way here."
"What do you mean?"
"You don't understand, they mean business. I have to get that money back and soon. I told Kyle he had to bring it to me."
"What the hell are you thinking? Stanley, he's my son. This is something I should have known about."
"You know about it now. And by the way, Melody is with him."
She gasped in shock, "I can just imagine what Gary feels about all this."
"He doesn't know. "
"Oh, this is just great. You know what will happen, Stanley? Do you have any idea? He has been looking for something to hold against me for the past year. This could be it. He could take them away from me, because I'm involved with you. "
"You think I haven't thought this through? The last thing I wanted to do is bring him into this but he caused it Emma. Remember that."
"You put my children in danger."
"I want you and your children alive,not dead. You don't understand what this guy is capable of."
"The only thing I understand is that you have never been honest with me."
He put his head in his hands, how could he make this right? "Well, I guess there's nothing else I can say. I can't make it all go away, Emma. God, I wish I could. I can't bear to see you like this, all the pain I've caused you. And now with the baby.." it just came out, he knew the minute he said it he had made a mistake.
"Don't....don't even go there."
He couldn't help but notice her hand go straight to her abdomen, rubbing it gently. She began to sob and Stanley felt helpless. It seemed pretty obvious she wanted nothing to do with him now. "I'm just so confused about everything. About what I felt for you, what I feel right now. This baby. I was scared before, but much more so now."
"There's nothing I can do to make this right, is there?"
"I don't know." Emma felt weary. But she stood up and went to the bathroom. Stanley laid onto the bed, closing his eyes. The pain had intensified and he would give anything to just sleep. But his only concern was Emma and how he could make it right with her again. His hands went to his face and he began to weep.
Emma splashed water on her face and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Despite the confusion she felt, there was no denying what she really felt for Stanley. She loved him. There was no question of that. She didn't even want to think about what her life had been like before she met him. She headed towards the door, and looked out into the bedroom, seeing Stanley sprawled across the bed, tears in his eyes. Any feeling she had earlier was gone as she quickly moved to his side.
"Oh, Stanley", Lying beside him she nestled up to his side and put an arm across his chest, without opening his eyes, he acknowledged her presence by taking hold of her hand and squeezing it tightly.
"I can never make this right, Emma. I've really screwed up."
"No...that's not true. You will make it right."
"That wasn't your feeling a few minutes ago."
The closeness felt exilerrating, his smell, his touch, as he buried his face into her hair. She gently kissed his neck and slowly moved up to find his lips. Her body rubbing up closer to him. As her lips covered his, there was a passion that had been missing in the past few days. And Stanley knew it wasn't in his imagination as he felt her hand slowly move down towards his shorts. This was quite a change in the Emma that had only a few minutes ago had given him little hope of rekindling anything. But he didn't risk questioning her.
He cleared his throat, "Like I was saying a few minutes ago.."
She interrupted him between the soft kisses she was garnishing on his cheek, the corner of his mouth, the tip of this nose, "a few minutes ago, my eyes were filled with tears and I couldn't see how hot you looked without your shirt on."
"Emma," she gently rested her finger on his lips.
"I happen to love you, despite everything. I can't deny that. I don't want to know what my life would be like without you."
"We have a lot to talk about. This is hardly settled. We have to talk about the baby."
"Please, not now. I need some time. Can you give me that?"
The look in her eyes, the longing, but also the pleading. "I can give you that."
She smiled, "You need to take a break from that damn computer. You're exhausted." she traced a finger down the side of his cheek.
"I can't do that."
Emma's hand continued down to his shorts and slipped it inside, as Stanley let out a gasp. "Emma, this is not a good idea. Especially when you know where I will want this to go."
"and where is that, Stanley?" she said naively.
"Doctors orders, remember. 6 weeks."
"Since when do you listen to doctors orders?" she sat up and pulled off the T-shirt. The knife cut on her tank top nearly reached her navel, exposing her breasts. This sight only sent a sensation throughout his body.
Trying to regain composure wasn't easy, as Emma coyly smiled at him. "Well, you are my caregiver and you should know what's best for me. Obviously, you feel I am up to the task here."
"I hardly consider it a task." He reached up and with his good hand ripped the remains of the tank top off her. The lack of energy and strength seemed to have left as quickly as it had come. Emma slipped her shorts off as Stanley couldn't get his boxers off quick enough.
"One thing, you need to take this slow, don't exhaust yourself."
Stanley wickedly smiled as he pulled her on top of him. It had been a long time and slow was not a word in his vocabulary at this time, he slipped into her before she even finished her sentence. Emma's reaction gave him pure pleasure and it was only a matter of minutes that she collapsed on top of him and he relaxed onto the bed, wrapping his arms around her.
"My god, how I've missed you." he buried his face into her hair, closing his eyes.
"I've missed you too."
"We're going to get through this mess."
"Schhh..don't ruin it." She rolled off him and nestled up against his side. He closed his eyes as he kissed the top of her head. The computer screen casting a glow over the entwined bodies on the bed, sleep then came easy.
Emma kept walking, for what felt like hours, til her feet could no longer carry her and she felt weary. People were now starting to pack up their coolers and beach chairs, while Emma found a quiet place under the pier to sit. She sifted sand through her fingers and buried her feet, but the images wouldn't fade and the words wouldn't go away. She had been horrible. Why didn't she stay and listen to him. He would've told her everything. She knew that. She couldn't keep the tears back any longer. Burying her head in her hands she began to cry.
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Stanley was clearly upset with her outburst and her running out. He swore outloud and sent the TV guide flying through the air out of frustration, not being able to stop her. Scrap quickly darted out the doggie door, afraid of his master's tone. He wanted desperately to go after her, but that wasn't about to happen. He was now stuck on the couch, his crutch laying on the floor near the kitchen. The likelihood of him making it to that point in his condition seemed impossible. . And making a phone call to Rachel or Brent or Mary was out of the question. That distance was even further. Damn, this was a mess. He saw no other choice, he was going to have to try and drag himself over to the phone one way or the other despite the pain, Emma wasn't safe. Then it struck him, Emma and their child was not safe. He needed to call Roberts. What other choice did he have?
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Emma didn't know she was being watched. But a black Mercedes had pulled up by the boardwalk and two men stood at the ocean wall watching the woman.
"Jake said take her. What are we waiting for"
"You ass, this is a public place. It has to be discreet. Chloroform on a handkerchief my friend. Nab her from behind as she heads this way, then slip her into the car. Easy as pie."
"She could sit out there for hours."
"Then we wait for hours."
"and what if Stanley calls the cops?"
"Jake has Stanley covered. You're paranoid."
Emma heard the rumble in her stomach. She was hungry, she had only nibbled at crackers for lunch. She stood up, ready to go back to the house. Stanley deserved an explanation, a reason why she didn't want a child at this point in her life. Her hand gently stroked her belly. A baby, Stanley's baby, was already growing inside her.
Climbing over the sea wall, she was not paying much attention to anything around her. The more she thought about it, the more she wasn't sure she didn't want this child. As she passed through the two parked cars and as she reached the back of the car a hand came out and grabbed her.
Emma wasn't quick enough, the guy put his hand over her mouth, the other hand pulled her arms behind her back as she started to struggle. She began to kick and the guy yelled at his companion, "For god's sake, she's a live wire, Tim...where's the chloroform?"
Emma bit down onto his hand, and his hands loosened, but not enough for her to get out of his clutches. Within seconds Tim had the chloroform on a handkerchief and covered Emma's face. She felt nausea, and started to sway. Her last thoughts were of the baby, as the men got her into the car.
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Stanley got as far as the kitchen counter, so close, when he reached up to pull himself up onto the barstool, it toppled over and fell on him, Laying in a heap on the floor, he was unaware the front door had opened and he had company. He opened his eyes, to see an expensive pair of shoes eye level with his own. The man lifted the barstool off him and Stanley then noticed the high heels situated next to the others. The voice all to familiar.
"Ah, Stanley, can't bear to see you like this. It's pathetic."
Stanley slowly looked up to find Gabriel and Ginger standing above him, "Get out of my house." Was all he could muster, in between the sharp pains
Gabriel smiled down at him, "I'm here to help you, Stan."
"Like hell you are. I don't need your kind of help, now or at any other time in my life."
"Well, I do think you need help, Stan. You see your girlfriend is in some trouble, and I think I'm the only one that can lead you to her."
"What the fuck have you done with Emma?"
"Nothing yet. But I have a couple of men who find her incredibly attractive and haven't seen a lot of action while they've been here. I don't know how long I can hold them off." This was all Stanley needed to hear, the anger evident, but Jake had him right where he wanted him. "so you want to be cooperative, Stanley?"
Leaning down, he give him that winning smile, "I like you, Stan. I like that girlfriend of yours, so let's talk. But not here, I have a car outside." He helped him up, noticing Stan was in his boxer shorts, and a t-shirt. "Got to hand it to you, Stan..your attire never ceases to amaze me."
Stanley looked over at Ginger, and she smiled sweetly at him, disgusted he turned away. He was helpless here. He thought about whacking him with his casted arm, but he was sure they had a fire arm of some kind, and the last thing he needed was a gun shot wound to add to his other injuries. "Just take me to Emma,now." he demanded.
"Stanley, Stanley, you are in no position here to demand anything from me. It's you that have something I want. And if you are cooperative, I'll give you back what you want. I make the rules, here, not you."
"Wait a second, you have what you want now. You ramsacked my desk earlier, you have the bloody disc."
"Well, if that was so, I don't think I'd be holding your girlfriend. Despite the damage you've already done to the accounts, just give me the disc, and I'll be a happy camper."
"I don't know what the fuck you're talking about. I told Ginger that when she confronted me on the cliff. "
"Gail, her name is Gail."
"Whatever, whoever either one of you are. I haven't touched that disc since last summer."
"I'm not stupid, Stan. Now we're going to take a little drive."
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When Emma awoke she was lying on a queen size bed in a strange bedroom. Laying on her side her hands and feet were tied with a thick rope, which had begun to burn her wrists, from the tightness. Her mouth covered with duck tape, she could barely move, feeling groggy. She heard someone talking on the phone, in the corner.
"She's out like a light, boss. No problem whatsoever." He rubbed his hand where the teeth marks were still visible. "So we can expect you within the next half hour." He turned to find Emma eying him, as he closed the cellphone.
"Well, well, well, look who's awake. You lady, are a little tigress, aren't you? I like em rough."
Emma felt disgusted as the man approached her A finger tip stroked her cheek and then down her neck, slowly it circled the area above her breasts, she wanted to cry, but tried remaining strong. What were these guys planning to do to her. The door opened and the older man entered, "Kirk, get your filthy hands off the lady."
"Ah, come on, Tim, the boss isn't back for another half hour. What's the harm in having a little fun?"
"Jake is full of surprises. I guarantee you, you make a move on that one now, and he'll walk in on you, and won't be pleased. And he's bringing Stanley. You need to be patient, I'm sure you will have the chance you're looking for. He knows how to get to this guy." He looked over at Emma and smiled, "he'll make a production out of it as usual."
Kirk moved away from Emma. The smirky, filthy smile emblazoned across his face, made Emma feel nauseous. She made a gag sound under the duck tape and Tim looked concerned, "you going to be sick?"
Tears now trickled down her face as she tried to move on her side. She didn't want to have to look at either one of them. She wanted to close her eyes and wish this all away. He moved over to her, "Hey, your boyfriend cooperates and nothing happens to you. As long as I'm here, Kirk won't lay a finger on you. I give you more word."
Emma found his eyes kind, but the other guy she didn't trust, and he lit up a cigarette and then smiled over at her, "She's damn hot, Tim. For someone her age. I have been working my tail off the past few days for Jake and he better pull through for me. It's been a frigging week. I have never been without this long."
"Can it, Kirk" He helped Emma roll over to her side, and she pulled her legs up against her body, Tim couldn't help but see a scared child. It had never been easy for him, especially when it involved innocent people. Jake had no scruples and at times seemed emotionless when it came to harming someone or taking a human life. He made a mental note, it was time to get out of this job. Screw the money, the sight of Emma coiled up in the fetal position crying was enough to make him want a new lease on life.
Neither one of them,heard the car pull up, so when the door burst open, Kirk immediately dropped his cigarette. "I think I said, outside, Kirk. Smoking outside."
Kirk immediately smashed the cigarette but into the carpet, and Jake shook his head, wondering why he had hired such an idiot. Hey, he knew why. The guy would do anything he asked. He was young and fearless. Unlike Tim, the morals of the outfit. Jake smiled at the figure on his bed. He walked past Tim and patted him on the shoulder, "Good job, boys. You pulled it off with no hitches."
Kirk moved closer to him as Jake stepped towards the bed, "Hey, boss, you know you promised me...."
Emma's eyes and Jakes met. He pushed Kirk away, "later. I know what I promised, Kirk, but we aren't finished here by a long shot. Be patient."
He sat on the edge of the bed and took out his handkerchief wiping the fresh tears, "No need to cry. I don't want to harm you."
She didn't believe him, "I would like to take the tape off, but you know I have neighbors and I know how you females like to scream. Can't have that I'm afraid. So it stays on. " He stroked her hair and she tried to move away. He took her head in his hands and made her look at him, "Don't fight me. When I talk to you, you look at me. That's all I ask. And if Stanley is cooperative we'll have you out of here in no time." Closing her eyes, she held back more tears. "He's here, in the other room. He wants to see you."
Jake stood up, and motioned to Kirk, whispering in his ear, "You don't touch her, not until I give you the signal, is that clear?"
"Sure boss, no problem."
Tim and Jake exchanged glances,"you...get to attached. Come with me."
"I really don't think Kirk should be alone with her." Tim stated.
"Kirk, listens to my orders. He won't lay a hand on her." He turned back to Kirk, "Give us a few minutes, then you can bring her out."
Back in the living room the sun was setting over the ocean, and the sight was breathtaking from the large picture window taking up most of the room. Gail stood gazing out the window, while Stanley sat uncomfortably on the couch, his leg propped up.
His eyes fixed on the long hallway where Jake had disappeared down. Knowing Emma was being kept down there somewhere. Gail noticed his distant stare, "He won't hurt her, Stanley."
"I've seen what he's capable of don't forget. Killing innocent people without a care."
"If you would just give him the disc."
"I don't have the damn disc. I don't know where it is either."
"okay, okay, calm down. So you don't have the disc, you can hack into the account again. I am sure it won't be a problem. Give Jake what he wants and you and your girlfriend will go on your merry way."
"It's not so easy. And you know that."
"I thought we were friends, Stanley, in fact there was a time when I could easily give you a hard-on." She moved closer to him and rubbed her hand up his good leg, with no reaction. His eyes penetrated through her as he removed her hand from his leg.
"Well, I guess you lost your touch. Because I feel nothing for you."
"This woman is really special to you, isn't she? Not just a fuck."
"I'll pretend you didn't say that."
"Why, Stanley, you're really in love." Just as she said that Jake and Tim entered the room.
Jake rubbed his hands together as he sat across from Stanley, "Well, your little lady is just getting herself presentable, she'll join us shortly. Gail, get Stan a drink."
"Not for me. Let's just get this over with."
Gail was at the bar, "A scotch, if I recall, Stan. The drink of your choice." She poured the liquid over ice and handed it to him.
"I can't drink,I'm taking medication"
"Oh, come on, Stan," Jake chirped in, "what happen to the Stanley who knew how to live it up. Tequila shots..wasn't it Stan?"
The images of the club and the tequila shots with Helga wasn't a pleasant sight and he closed his eyes in disgust, as he opened them he saw the pair heading down the hallway. Emma's mouth ducktaped, her hands bound together. Barefoot there were rope marks on her ankles. Their eyes met for a brief second, Stanley saw the tears as she quickly put her head down and let Kirk lead her to the chair directly across from him. She didn't look up.
Jake moved over to her, "See, no harm, Stanley." He lifted her chin up making her look at Stanley. She closed her eyes. "Ah, but it looks like she isn't pleased to see you. Why is that Stan?"
"Fuck you, Gabriel, Jake whoever...."
"I suspect this pretty young thing knew nothing in your involvement with our little scheme last year, or your prison sentence. And Helga, does she know about Helga?" This made Emma's eyes open and she looked at Stanley.
"Don't listen to him,Em. He fucks with everyone. That's what he does."
Jake let out a chuckle, "I think you're the one that's been fucking with me, Stan. I want my money and until it's back in it's rightful place, your girlfriend stays with me. Kirk has become quite fond of her in the last few hours. Haven't you Kirk?"
Stanley almost forgot he had a bum leg and began to lift himself out of the chair, as a pain shot through him, "So help me god, if that creep has laid a fucking hand on her..."
"You'll what?" He stood up and pushed Stanley back down onto the couch, motioning to Kirk. Stanley noticed the look between them and didn't like it one bit, as Kirk approached Emma from the side leaning over her, pulling a knife out of his back pocket, it went straight to her throat.
"Don't you fucking hurt her? She hasn't done anything."
"That doesn't matter to me."
Stanley watched as Emma's eyes widened in terror as Kirk stroked her neck with the blade of the knife. His other hand went straight to her breast. Grabbing it and messaging it, Stanley felt disgusted as he watched Kirk's pleasure rise.
Jake continued to talk, "You help me out here and Kirk will stop."
"I can't help you. I don't have the fucking disc. It could take me days to get back into that account and you know it."
Jake nodded to Kirk again, this time the knife slid down her chest he made a neat cut into the top of her tank top. It was hard for Stanley to concentrate on anything else. He wanted to get up and kill the guy. He watched as the knife began to slowly cut lower and lower, her breasts now exposed. "Fucking lay off her...shit...." Sweat began pouring down his face.
"It's interesting to be on the other side isn't,Stan. Now the two of you can compare notes. I am sure your girlfriend would be riveted by the story of Helga and our little test for you." Jake turned to Emma, "you see, dear, Stanley will tell you he was humiliated in front a number of people, much like you are being now. Except in his case a gun was being held to his head, he had a minute and Helga had him right where she wanted. Right, Stan."
"Shut-up. Get me to a computer now, and I will do anything you want."
"Now that's more like it, Stan." Kirk had not stopped his little fore play and now was kissing her neck, Emma couldn't struggle because of the knife, her eyes clenched tight, she felt the tears now streaming down her cheek, whimpering escaped from behind the tape.
"Call that creep off her now." Jake moved over to him whacking Kirk on the side of the head.
"Enough, Kirk."
"But boss..."
Jake looked at him sternly, "I said enough." He motioned to Gail, "take her back to the bedroom."
Gail smiled at Stanley and as she walked by, she traced a finger tip across his cheek. Emma couldn't help but notice and the thoughts of what they had meant to each other clouded her mind as Gail lead her back to the bedroom.
"You'll let her go. There's no reason for you to hold her."
"Oh, I think differently, Stan my man. We have her, you'll do what we ask."
"For god's sake, she's pregnant." He didn't mean to blurt this out but it had been on his mind consistently since she told him.
"Really? That even makes her more valuable to you, Stan. So you see, I can't let her go til the job is finished. No games."
"I want her with me. Not locked up somewhere, where that creep can get to her." He glared at Kirk.
"I might be able to accommodate you there, Stan. But I can't say she'll be too happy to see you."
"I don't give a shit. All I care about is getting her out of here safely."
"No happily ever afters?" he mocked.
"just get me to the god damn computer, and bring her to me. And I'll give you what you want."
Jake motioned for his two men to help Stanley to another bedroom. Jake stood back as Stanley began the normal routine. It wasn't going to be easy without the disc, with one hand, the pain he was in.
Satisfied Jake motioned to his men and within minutes, Emma was carried over Kirk's shoulder and placed her on the bed directly behind Stanley at the computer desk.
Stanley turned to find Emma curled on her side, her face turned away from him still gagged and tied. Jake pushed his men out the door, "The man needs to work. Stanley, I'll be checking on you later."
As the door shut behind them, the lock turned from the outside. Emma nearly naked, her body heaving from the crying. Stanley tried to drag himself to the corner of the bed, but it was much more difficult then he thought it would be. The frustration of having only one leg and arm, he looked down at the cast. His fingers wiggled freely and then without even thinking about it he slammed the cast down on the desk. The noise alone made Emma's sob stop suddenly as she managed to turn towards him and watched in amazement as he continued to slam his arm down on the table, as bits of plaster cast began to crumble off.
The door opened and Jake stood dumbfounded at what he found Stanley doing, "I can't work one handed. " He winced in pain as the next impact, caused most of it to break off, and he ripped it off with his other hand. It was apparent of the pain he was in once it was removed, but he moved it slowly and wiggled his fingers, "All sorted. I'm fine."
Jake slowly closed the door behind him and locked it once again. Stanley waited til he heard the footsteps disperse, then was able to make it to the bed. As he removed the tape, she closed her eyes, tears still swelling up in them. She didn't want to look at him. She felt disgusted with what had just happened in the other room and she felt betrayed by a man she loved with all her heart. Stanley then untied the rope bounding her feet and hands. It was obvious the healing had not completed on his arm, but he bit down on this lip and dealt with the pain, focusing solely on Emma.
Pulling off his T-shirt, he lifted her arms up and managed to slip it over her head. She was pretty much lifeless, like a rag doll, who had yet to look him in the eyes, "I'll get you out of this, Emma. I swear."
He pulled her close to him, as her eyes opened, the sobbing quickened and she lashed out at him pushing him back, not caring if she hurt him or not, Stanley more than surprised, when only a few seconds ago she was so unresponsive, "You bastard! I hate you." Her hands now in fists she sat up and began punching on his chest.
He deserved this, he knew it. And even if he wanted it to stop, there was no way he could handle her. His good arm was still strong, but the broken one no longer in the cast had barely any life in it. He let her get whatever she was feeling out, until she was so exhausted she collapsed back on the bed sobbing. Stanley lay by her side and took her in his arms, she struggled against him slightly, then buried her head into his bare chest, as he gently caressed her back, kissing the top of her head.
Obviously traumatized by the whole experience, she couldn't control the sobs and Stanley comforted her as best he could. When she tried to speak, he tried to quiet her, "You need to sleep. We'll talk, after you sleep. I have to get started, otherwise they will just make our lives miserable."
"That man..."
"won't touch you again, I promise."
She began to relax and he watched as her left hand reached down, resting on her abdomen. She gently rubbed it and the sobs began to subside. She looked up into his eyes, noticing his intent glare focused on her hand, quickly moving it away. "I don't hate you...it was a mean thing for me to say."
"You have every right. I put you into the mess, put you into danger. I can understand if you hate me."
"The baby..."
He quieted her, "We can talk later, after you sleep. Schh now, close your eyes."
"Will you be here when I wake up?"
"I'm going as far as the computer, that's it. I'll be here, Emma. And we'll talk. I promise." he cringed from the pain of his arm as he maneuvered slightly on the bed.
"You're arm. You're medicine. Stanley, you need to rest."
"I'm fine. You worry about yourself right now...and" he wanted to say the baby but decided it was best to leave it. But he noticed Emma's hand once again gently rubbing her abdomen.
He wasn't sure what was going on in her head about the baby, and wanted desperately to sort it out, but he needed to take care of this problem before anything else. He needed to get Emma out of here.
Emma did feel exhausted, and it wasn't hard for to close her eyes. Within minutes she was sound asleep, Stanley awkwardly made his way back to the computer.
He was slow to start. Getting his bearings, trying to remember what he needed to do to get access to the account. It had been so long. But he still felt something was strange. The disc. Where the hell was it? Then he remembered Brett's comment about Kyle working at his desk. Surely, Kyle wouldn't have bothered with it. He shook his head, it couldn't be. But out of curiosity he went to Instant Messenger, knowing whenever Kyle was on the computer he had it open. Searching for his screen name, Puterpunk, Stanley found him on line, all the way over in England. He figured it was 8 hours difference. Making it after midnight. Obviously Gary had little control of Kyle, and was allowing him to do whatever he wanted on this little jaunt. Stanley looked back at Emma, now asleep in a ball on the bed, and then sent Kyle a message. Kyle had set up an account for Stan out of fun...StantheMan. Stan had found it pretty stupid, when would he ever find a need to chat to people like this on line. He may be a computer geek, but he much preferred the phone or in person.
Hey, Kyle, what's up?
The message he received back was quick and he sensed Kyle's surprise, Stanley, I never thought you even used that account I set up for you.
Well, to be honest, never have til today...how's jolly old England.
I just talked to you this morning. Nothing's changed. It's boring. Can't wait to get back.
Missing Amy?
Sure and Mom. How is she?
Stanley glanced again at Emma, Well, she could be better. We are kind of in a dilemma here and I need your help.
What do you mean a dilemma. Is she okay?
She will be..look, there was a disc in my drawer
The answer was too quick for his liking, I don't know anything about it. I swear.
Kyle this is important. If you have that disc, or have had, I need to know.
Stan waited for a response and there was none. Kyle, listen to me. Your mom and I are in danger. I need that disc. I don't give a shit that you have it or messed with my personal property at this point.
I swear I didn't mean to do anything wrong. It just happened and I couldn't fix it.
Kyle, what did you do?
I don't know, transferred some money or something. Is it yours? It's illegal, Stan.
I don't think right now is the right time to talk about this. I need that disc, do you have it with you?
I don't know...let me check. Stanley nervously tapped his fingers on the desk to, waiting for Kyle's return..I have it. God, I'm sorry Stanley, really I am. I can email the info to you.
It won't work. It's encrypted. I need you to personally get the disc to me, in the next 24 hours.
How am I supposed to do that. Like my dad would let me pop onto a plane right now. He would freak.
If you care about your mom, you'll find a way.
I don't get this, why is it all so cloak and dagger. And you better tell me what's happened to my mom.
Your mom is right here with me, sleeping. She's okay. I won't let anything happen to her. So get your ass to the airport, I will sort out the tickets on my end and I will let you know the flight in the next few minutes.
What am i supposed to tell my Dad.
You'll think of something.
Stanley put his head in his hands, Emma would freak that Kyle was now involved but it was too late. There was only one option here. He needed the disc, to get Jake off his back. He wouldn't allow anything to happen to the people he cared about this time around. The insidious beep of the IM brought him back to reality.
Nothing's going to happen to my mom, right? Stan....if something happens to my mom, I don't know what I'd do. This is my fault.
Stanley knew this was harder on him. Nothing is going to happen to your mom. I won't let it. You have to trust me. I love her, Kyle. We all make mistakes, I've made plenty, still making them...so don't beat your head against a wall over this. We can sort it out. I'm going to keep this open, so you IM me the minute you're at the airport.
I do trust you, Stan.
Stanley smiled and a tear came to his eye. You better get a move on.
Yeah, right. Later. Kyle signed off and Stanley looked over at Emma still fast asleep.
The door opened and Stan swiveled his chair around to see Jake smiling at him, "How's it going, Stan?"
"Can you keep it down, I don't want to wake her." He motioned to the bed where Emma had begun to stir. Jake moved over to him and leaned over him looking at the computer screen.
"So we're not having much luck. Maybe you are being distracted by her presence."
"I told you I'm rusty. I will get it sorted. And you move her, you get nothing."
"Same old Stanley."
"I just want you off my back and want to get on with my life."
"Then pray tell why did you mess with the accounts?"
Stanley had no intention of bringing Kyle's name into this. "I can't work with you breathing down my back."
"Fine. I'll leave you to it. But next time I come in here, I want to see some progress. Don't mess with me anymore, Stan. You do understand?"
Stan nodded, then Jake left the room.
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Kyle packed up his backpack, slipping his laptop carefully inside. His dad had booked a suite at the Westend Plaza, and as Kyle quietly made his way down the short hallway towards the door, he peeked into see his sister sleeping soundly, her arms firmly around a stuffed dog, Stanley had bought for her. She hadn't been enjoying this trip at all, and the thought of leaving her with their dad was almost too much. He stood at the door contemplated waking her then headed into the sitting room and found a piece of paper, scribbling a note to his Dad. He had no idea how his Dad was going to take this. As he wrote the note, he was startled when he heard shuffling behind him, thinking his dad had woken up.
He turned abruptly when he saw Melody clutching the dog, sleepily gazing at him, "What are you doing?"
"God, you scared the shit out of me."
"Why do you have your backpack and your jacket on?"
"Go back to bed...I don't want Dad to wake up?"
"you're leaving aren't you? Kyle, where are you going? You can't leave me here."
"Stop being so melodramatic. It's not so bad. I have to go home."
"Why? To see Amy?"
"This has nothing to do with Amy."
"You aren't going home without me."
"You're going to wake Dad."
"i don't care. You can't go."
Kyle didn't want to say anything but he looked at his watch. He needed to get going, and Melody was just holding things up, "It's Stan. Something's up."
"What? Is he back in the hospital? Oh, my god, Kyle, is he going to be okay?"
"It's nothing like that. This is serious, Melody. Mom and Stanley are in danger."
"I don't understand."
"I can't explain it, since I don't know the whole story, but I have to get to the airport and get home."
"I'm going too."
"No, you're not. You have to be here so Dad doesn't go ballistic."
"I don't care about Dad. This has been a rotten vacation. He goes out drinking every night and leaves us here. Stanley wouldn't do that, ever. I'm going home with you." She quickly went back into the bedroom and threw on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, quickly throwing her clothes into her bag, she headed back into the other room.
Kyle rolled his eyes, "Okay, you can come. But I swear Melody. This could really cause problems." He was thinking about what Dad would do. Take his mom into court and he'd get custody of them both. Melody was looking towards him waiting for an explanation. But he decided it would be best to leave it. Better not get her anymore upset. "Come on, we got to go."
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Stanley felt exhausted as the hours dragged on. The pain in his leg and wrist were taking their toll but he didn't have his medication. He slumped into the chair, his eyelids drooped, then the IM beep brought him back to life.
Hey, Stan, I'm at the airport...but there's a little problem.
Stanley had no idea what he could be referring to, but any problem was something he didn't want to have to deal with. Weren't there already enough on his plate?
Problem?
Don't get pissed, there wasn't anything i could do. Melody is with me.
Stanley put his head in his hand and sighed, collecting his thoughts. Emma was going to have a fit. Not only was Kyle involved but now Melody and that meant an even more irate Gary to deal with, once he found they were gone. The police could easily be called in, they could be detained at the airport upon their arrival in the states and Stanley didn't even want to think what the delay of receiving the disc and getting his money back would do to Jake. He immediately clicked on to the airlines website and purchased another ticket.
I'm not going to get into this with you right now. I purchased a ticket for Melody, your flight leaves in an hour. Look after your sister. I will arrange for Brent to meet you at the airport.
You sound mad.
Things could be better, let's just say that.
There was a awkward silence. Then a message popped up, It's not Kyle's fault, Stanley. I didn't want to stay with my Dad anymore. I want to be with you and Mom. Please don't be mad. I miss you both so much.
Stanley felt a bit choked up, as he read Melody's message. Another popped up,
Now she's crying. Great.
Stanley smiled at a typical teenage response to emotion. Your mom and i miss you guys too. Melody, it's okay. Everything is going to be alright. Just stay with your brother at all times and listen to him.
They just called our flight. I'll IM you when we arrive in the states. I got the disc in my backpack and everything is going to be fine, Stan. Give Mom our love, k?
You bet.
Puterpunk signed off and Stanley sighed, hoping this was all going to work out.
Emma slowly opened her eyes and focused on the clock by the bed, it was close to midnight. Everything seemed fuzzy. She could barely make out the figure slumped on the computer chair. But as her eyes focused, she made out the strong firm back of the man she loved. The scratches still evident from the accident. AS she began to sit up she realized she wasn't in Stanley's bed, and then it all came back to her. The men at the beach, waking up in a strange bed gagged and tied....She got on her knees and crawled across the bed. She leaned over the slumped figure and realized he was asleep. His broken wrist draped across his lap, the other dangling by his side. His splinted leg spread out to the side. He looked distorted and Emma was just about to wake him to get him into the bed, when she saw the IM message box on the computer screen. She knew that name, Puterpunk. That was Kyle's IM name. What the hell was Stanley talking to Kyle for. Emma tried to lean over him and scroll up to read the message when Stanley woke up.
"Emma? Fuck...I must have dozed off."
Emma didn't answer but stood up, the anger building in her. She began to pace the floor. "Emma?"
She turned, and glared at him, "What the hell is going on here, Stanley?" She pointed at the screen, "That's Kyle's IM name. You've been talking to Kyle. Why?"
He had a bad crick in his neck and began to rotate his neck before managing to stand on his good foot bracing himself onto the desk and moving closer to her, "You need to calm down. And we can talk."
She put her hand out, "Don't get any closer to me."
"Emma, this is serious. And you losing your temper isn't going to help. Jake's men will be here in a flash, and i can't hold them off. If you want to repeat what happened earlier in the living room, fine. Otherwise sit down on the bed and listen to me."
His voice was commanding but quiet. Emma thought about that creepy man who had touched her, how it made it feel inside. She immediately sat on the bed, and began to cry.
Stanley slowly moved towards her and positioned himself on the bed next her. "I need to tell you everything. But you need to remain calm. You aren't going to like what I have to say."
When she lifted her head up, he was looking straight into her eyes, "I realize everything I am about to say to you could ruin everything between us. But it's a risk I am going to take because I love you. I've made a helluva lot of mistakes in the past, but falling in love with you is not one of them. You have to believe that."
Emma held back tears and bit her bottom lip. She didn't say anything and awaited for him to speak.
"You know about the prison sentence. I was a bit foolish hacking into government programs but it was something I felt strongly about. I did it, I paid dearly for what I did. 2 years in Levinworth and losing visitation with Holly. If I would have known the outcome maybe I wouldn't have done something so stupid. But it happened. I did my time and I got out and I worked my tail off, every cent going to court fees to obtain custody of her. Then I had a visitor to my humble abode. I was living in a trailer, Emma, in the middle of Texas, I worked on oil derricks. It was a pathetic existence to say the least and she offered me a chance to get out, to get Holly back. And i was desperate."
"Gail..she was the woman?"
He nodded his head. "I will spare you most of the details. But I got myself in way over my head. I had no idea they were terrorists, but all I could do was think of Holly. When I tried to back out, they killed Melissa and her husband in their home, Holly was there in the house." Emma watched his facial expressions. "I can't even begin to tell you what it was like going through that house looking for her. Of course, they knew how to reel me back in. They kidnapped her, and I had no choice but to help them. I did what I had to do, they faked their deaths and got away scot free. I was given full custody of Holly and a good deal of money in a Swiss bank account."
"That explains why you pay cash for everything."
He nodded. "I wouldn't have to work, but that's not what I'm about. Everything you've seen in the past few months is who I am. I love my job, my daughter, my place in the community...you and your kids. But the story doesn't end here. I was ready to tell you everything a few weeks ago when Ginger showed up on the cliff. I didn't know what she wanted. But I knew one thing, I didn't want them to screw up what I had or hurt my family."
"This has something to do with Kyle, doesn't it?"
"There was a disc in my desk, somehow Kyle got a hold of it. I don't know what he thought he was doing, but he hacked into their account and transferred some money. I didn't know about this, until tonight. I thought it was a long shot asking him about the disc. But he has it."
"This is your fault, he looked up to you. Wanted to be like you."
"Yes, it's my fault, all of this." He put his head in his hand and Emma noticed him cringe as another sharp pain shot through him. He clenched his teeth as the pain passed, then opened his eyes, "I need the disc, to sort this out. I can't do it any other way."
"but he's in England."
"No..." he hesitated as Emma glared at him, "he's on his way here."
"What do you mean?"
"You don't understand, they mean business. I have to get that money back and soon. I told Kyle he had to bring it to me."
"What the hell are you thinking? Stanley, he's my son. This is something I should have known about."
"You know about it now. And by the way, Melody is with him."
She gasped in shock, "I can just imagine what Gary feels about all this."
"He doesn't know. "
"Oh, this is just great. You know what will happen, Stanley? Do you have any idea? He has been looking for something to hold against me for the past year. This could be it. He could take them away from me, because I'm involved with you. "
"You think I haven't thought this through? The last thing I wanted to do is bring him into this but he caused it Emma. Remember that."
"You put my children in danger."
"I want you and your children alive,not dead. You don't understand what this guy is capable of."
"The only thing I understand is that you have never been honest with me."
He put his head in his hands, how could he make this right? "Well, I guess there's nothing else I can say. I can't make it all go away, Emma. God, I wish I could. I can't bear to see you like this, all the pain I've caused you. And now with the baby.." it just came out, he knew the minute he said it he had made a mistake.
"Don't....don't even go there."
He couldn't help but notice her hand go straight to her abdomen, rubbing it gently. She began to sob and Stanley felt helpless. It seemed pretty obvious she wanted nothing to do with him now. "I'm just so confused about everything. About what I felt for you, what I feel right now. This baby. I was scared before, but much more so now."
"There's nothing I can do to make this right, is there?"
"I don't know." Emma felt weary. But she stood up and went to the bathroom. Stanley laid onto the bed, closing his eyes. The pain had intensified and he would give anything to just sleep. But his only concern was Emma and how he could make it right with her again. His hands went to his face and he began to weep.
Emma splashed water on her face and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Despite the confusion she felt, there was no denying what she really felt for Stanley. She loved him. There was no question of that. She didn't even want to think about what her life had been like before she met him. She headed towards the door, and looked out into the bedroom, seeing Stanley sprawled across the bed, tears in his eyes. Any feeling she had earlier was gone as she quickly moved to his side.
"Oh, Stanley", Lying beside him she nestled up to his side and put an arm across his chest, without opening his eyes, he acknowledged her presence by taking hold of her hand and squeezing it tightly.
"I can never make this right, Emma. I've really screwed up."
"No...that's not true. You will make it right."
"That wasn't your feeling a few minutes ago."
The closeness felt exilerrating, his smell, his touch, as he buried his face into her hair. She gently kissed his neck and slowly moved up to find his lips. Her body rubbing up closer to him. As her lips covered his, there was a passion that had been missing in the past few days. And Stanley knew it wasn't in his imagination as he felt her hand slowly move down towards his shorts. This was quite a change in the Emma that had only a few minutes ago had given him little hope of rekindling anything. But he didn't risk questioning her.
He cleared his throat, "Like I was saying a few minutes ago.."
She interrupted him between the soft kisses she was garnishing on his cheek, the corner of his mouth, the tip of this nose, "a few minutes ago, my eyes were filled with tears and I couldn't see how hot you looked without your shirt on."
"Emma," she gently rested her finger on his lips.
"I happen to love you, despite everything. I can't deny that. I don't want to know what my life would be like without you."
"We have a lot to talk about. This is hardly settled. We have to talk about the baby."
"Please, not now. I need some time. Can you give me that?"
The look in her eyes, the longing, but also the pleading. "I can give you that."
She smiled, "You need to take a break from that damn computer. You're exhausted." she traced a finger down the side of his cheek.
"I can't do that."
Emma's hand continued down to his shorts and slipped it inside, as Stanley let out a gasp. "Emma, this is not a good idea. Especially when you know where I will want this to go."
"and where is that, Stanley?" she said naively.
"Doctors orders, remember. 6 weeks."
"Since when do you listen to doctors orders?" she sat up and pulled off the T-shirt. The knife cut on her tank top nearly reached her navel, exposing her breasts. This sight only sent a sensation throughout his body.
Trying to regain composure wasn't easy, as Emma coyly smiled at him. "Well, you are my caregiver and you should know what's best for me. Obviously, you feel I am up to the task here."
"I hardly consider it a task." He reached up and with his good hand ripped the remains of the tank top off her. The lack of energy and strength seemed to have left as quickly as it had come. Emma slipped her shorts off as Stanley couldn't get his boxers off quick enough.
"One thing, you need to take this slow, don't exhaust yourself."
Stanley wickedly smiled as he pulled her on top of him. It had been a long time and slow was not a word in his vocabulary at this time, he slipped into her before she even finished her sentence. Emma's reaction gave him pure pleasure and it was only a matter of minutes that she collapsed on top of him and he relaxed onto the bed, wrapping his arms around her.
"My god, how I've missed you." he buried his face into her hair, closing his eyes.
"I've missed you too."
"We're going to get through this mess."
"Schhh..don't ruin it." She rolled off him and nestled up against his side. He closed his eyes as he kissed the top of her head. The computer screen casting a glow over the entwined bodies on the bed, sleep then came easy.