CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Jack looked at his watch. It was almost 5:00pm and it would be getting dark soon. Martha and Irene had been in there for hours and Jack hoped it would be all over soon.
"Holden," McGrath called out.
Jack looked up and saw McGrath standing with Fitzy. She must have just gotten back from the station. McGrath had sent her to see if she could find anything about Corey and his past.
Jack ran over to them. "Did you find anything?" he asked.
"Yes, she did," McGrath nodded.
"Well?" Jack asked, sounding impatient.
"According to his records, yesterday was the two year anniversary of his father's death," Fitzy said.
"Yeah, I already knew that," Jack told them.
"And tomorrow is the two year anniversary of his mother's death," Fitzy continued.
Jack was shocked. He didn't realise that Corey's mum was dead also. "Whoa. Both parents dead in the space of two day's. That's gotta be rough. How did they die?" Jack asked her.
Lara sighed. "His father took his own life. And two days later his mother's body was found at the bottom of the stairs at the family home," she began. "They never determined whether she took her own life or fell. But the interesting part is that in the father's suicide note it said that he couldn't live any longer because he found out his wife was having an affair," she explained.
"Oh my god," Jack gasped. "No wonder Corey is so angry at Martha. His mother had done the same thing to his father".
Jack tried to process what Lara had just told him. And then suddenly a horrible thought occurred to him. "You don't think there is a chance that Corey killed his own mother, do you?" he stated.
"It's a possibility. If his reaction to you and Martha is anything to go by, I'd say it's a huge possibility," McGrath nodded.
"And the records say that Corey was at the house when the accident happened. He could have easily pushed her and made it look like an accident" Lara added.
Jack started panicking. "Oh my god. Martha and Irene are in there with a psychotic murderer. We need to get them out now," he growled.
"I agree. We need to get a move on with this. We need to get them out before Corey flips and hurts them more than he probably already has," McGrath agreed with Jack. "Fitzy, fill in the boys with the new info, and tell them we will be making a move soon," he kept on.
McGrath looked back at Jack. "Nothing's changed. You're still sitting this out. You're feeling's for the girl could still get in the way of doing your job properly," he said.
"Yes, Boss," Jack obliged.
Jack let out a sigh. Soon Martha would be safe and back in his arms.
"Can we turn on a light? It's getting dark in here," Martha asked.
Corey looked at her. "Do what you want," he said.
"If I could do what I wanted, I'd be walking out of here," Martha scoffed.
"Well you can't do what you want, can you?" he smirked.
"You just said I could do what I wanted. I wish you would make up your mind," Martha said to him sarcastically.
"Don't get smart with me," he warned, while flicking on a few lights.
Martha had to close her eyes for a few seconds. The lights were bright and hurting her eyes. It didn't help that her splitting headache was returning. She slowly opened her eyes; letting them get used to the light.
She then looked at Irene who was watching Corey like a hawk. "What's taking them so long?" Martha cried.
Corey who had heard Martha's question looked at her and gave an evil laugh. "Maybe they have realised how much of a little bitch you really are and have all decided to go home," he sneered.
That was the last straw; Martha couldn't stand it anymore. She was getting sick of him calling her names. Maybe he should take a look in the mirror; he was a murderer. What she had done was nothing compared to what he had done. She needed to do something; she couldn't sit around anymore waiting for the cops to help her and Irene. Sometimes the only person you can count on for help is yourself. And that was exactly what she was going to do.
Martha moved forward; ready to stand. "Martha, what are you doing?" Irene asked. "Getting us out of here," Martha stated. Irene gasped. "Don't be stupid girlie. He's dangerous," she said in a worried voice. Martha ignored her.
"Hey," she called out. Corey spun around to face her. "What?" he asked in a tone that suggested he clearly wasn't in the mood.
"I just wanted to tell you that I never really liked you. I just went out with you to make Jack jealous," she told him honestly.
"Martha, don't," Irene begged, standing up and moving a few steps closer to where Martha was standing with Corey.
Martha went to speak again, but stopped when she felt her head spin. She nearly fell down, but she regained her composure.
"What did you just say?" Corey snarled.
"You heard me. I used you to make Jack jealous. You were just a thing that I could use to my advantage," she smirked at him.
On the outside Martha seemed cool and collected; very confident. But on the inside she was scared beyond belief. She felt sick and wanted to back down, but she had started something and she had no intention of stopping.
"If you're trying to piss me off; it's working," Corey told her. "I suggest you stop now, before you say something you'll regret," he said.
"I'm so scared," Martha sarcastically told him. By now Irene was standing just behind Martha; reaching a hand out and trying to pull her back. "Stop it Martha," Irene scolded. Martha shook her off.
"You really are a stupid girl," Corey said smugly. "I really don't know what it was that I saw in you. I don't see why Jack thinks you're so great either," he continued.
Martha knew what she was about to say next would really tip him over the edge, but if it meant getting out of there; she was willing to say it.
"I'm guessing it's the great sex that I give him," Martha said smartly. "I'm never one to brag, but my love-making skills are pretty good," she kept on with the torment.
"Excuse me?" Corey said, not sounding too impressed.
"Oh, that's right. You wouldn't know, because I never let you touch me like that. Truth is; I would have never let you touch me like that. I needed a real man; like Jack," Martha said in an overly sweet voice.
Irene watched on in shock; not knowing what to think. How on earth was this supposed to help their situation? The only thing it was going to do was proceed to piss Corey off even more. And from what Irene could see; Corey was pissed off.
"Shut up you little tart," Corey snarled.
Martha smiled at him. "Speaking of Jack; I have to admit he's pretty great in bed. The best I've ever had," she said honestly. "He pleasures me greatly. Like last night he done this thing that made me feel so amazing. Just thinking about him turns me on," she continued.
"Shut up," Corey repeated, while moving a step closer to her.
Martha sighed. "My point is that Jack's an amazing lover. And since we're speaking truthfully to each other; I'll tell you right now that you'll never be as good as him. He's more of a man…….," Martha said, but was cut off by Corey yelling.
"I told you to shut up," he roared, and lunged at her knocking her to the ground; with him falling on top of her.
Irene started screaming and tried to pull Corey off her. "Get off her," she cried. Corey was too strong for Irene and managed to shove her away. Irene fell to floor crying. She didn't know what to do; but then it suddenly came to her.
Martha looked up into Corey's face and watched the anger on his face worsening. "I told you to shut up. You should have listened to me," he hissed and slowly wrapped his hands around her neck.
Martha couldn't breathe. He was strangling her and she was too weak to fight him off. She tried pushing him away, but he had her pinned down. His hold on her neck was getting tighter and tighter and she was starting to feel dizzy.
Out of the corner of her eye Martha saw Irene moving towards the door. She saw Irene flick open the lock and push open the door. She saw Irene turn back around to look at her. Corey who still had not realised that Irene had opened the door, kept on strangling Martha.
Martha's vision was getting blurry, and everything now seemed like it was moving in slow motion. But she wasn't about to give up yet. She moved her hands down Corey's chest and that's when she felt it.
His gun.
It was tucked down the front of his jeans. She gently wrapped her hands around it; pulling it out. Without even thinking and before Corey even knew what she doing; she pulled the trigger.
One single shot echoed through the air.
