Our Girl Story – Georgie & Omar
The air was thick with hatred. Georgie peered up at the man that had stolen one half of her, the half she had come to realise that she couldn't live without. Tears of anger and rage fell down her face, as she reminisced on the day that she longed to forget. Or did she? Because that would mean forgetting the one man she truly loved. Her soulmate.
'Shoot me.' teased Omar, knowing that if she did, he had won. He had mastered her mental battle, and would never face the consequences of what he had done.
'You don't deserve the bullet from my gun.' cried Georgie as she pointed her handgun at his figure above, with shaky hands and a quivering breath.
Georgie had imagined the day that she came face to face with Omar, over and over in her mind like a loop. But it never quite played in this way. She was frozen. A figure stopped dead by the memories that were imprinted in her brain, by the love that she had reserved for Elvis.
'Say his name!' demanded Georgie.
'SAY IT!' she screamed at him from below.
'Elvis Harte.' said Omar in a calm and collected manner.
That was it. She was broken. Hearing his name said by the man she resented more than anything, or anyone else in this world, was like her own death. The hollow pain inside had gone. She felt nothing. Was she dead? Was this a dream? One of her night terrors? She didn't know… She didn't care.
Her gun fell to the floor, bouncing as it slipped through her fingers. She followed it, her knees buckling under the strain of her emotions. Eyes closed and mouth wide, her face dropped. Her limbs were limp and weightless, and her vest rattled on her body as she fell.
The rest of two section had arrived, in their battered and bruised vehicle, after having fought to save Georgie from not just Omar, but herself. Kingy was first out, and took the shot that brought Omar crashing down. Just a scratch to the leg, enough to make him powerless, but not enough to give him his get out of jail free card. Fingers clambered out of the driver's side and bounded towards Georgie, who was in a heap on the floor, tears still rolling from her eyes. He hugged her tight, and cradled her in his arms. He had promised Marie that he would look after her, and after all she had done for him, he saw it as an honor, a privilege rather than a task.
'Come on Georgie, it's over now, we've got him' said Fingers with tears in his voice.
He moved his hand to part her hair from her face, to see a crimson juice seep onto his combats.
'No. No. No. Kingyyyyyy' begged Fingers as he laid her down onto the floor.
The whole of two section rushed over, like a scene from a movie, to see her sprawled flat in the sand, blood seeping from her chest.
'MAN DOWN, MAN DOWN!' hollered Fingers, a lump in his throat, cutting his air supply.
Fingers begged her to stay with him, he pleaded and sobbed as he and Kingy took over the role of medic. The role of Georgie Lane. It had already been called in, the MEDIVAC was on its way, but deep down they knew.
They were both knelt in a pool of blood, accompanied by a lifeless Georgie. Her aura had vanished, the colour in her cheeks gone, and her pulse absent.
'Thank you, Georgie Lane,' whimpered Fingers when he knew.
He didn't want to give up, but he knew her fight was over. Everything she had laid on him that night at the compound, no longer mattered. She didn't have to hide her grief any more, she didn't have to live her life without the man that she saw when she closed her eyes.
Her duty was served. She could rest.
She was with Elvis now.
