Caught up

Chapter 7

That evening, Phil arrived at the club early to see if he could get any more information. He stood outside and noticed two men standing by the back entrance of the building. He walked closer, keeping in the shadows so he wasn't seen. The men were talking.

"I'm telling you she's a copper."

"So what am I supposed to do?" the second voice he recognised as Rob Hayfield.

"Deal with it. Teach her a lesson."

"Ok, she should be arriving soon."

"Well just don't give anything away too soon."

"I won't."

Phil's blood ran cold. He knew they were probably talking about Samantha, but didn't know what they were going to do. He stood outside and waited for about 10 minutes. Then he saw her getting out of a taxi. He pulled her to one side.

"Hey!"

"Samantha! Listen to me, they know you're a copper."

"Stop it!"

"Stop struggling!" his voice was forceful and he shoved her against the wall.

"Ow! Get off of me!" she pulled out of his grasp and started to walk away.

"I don't want you getting involved with him." He grabbed her wrist harshly.

"Stop it you're hurting me!" he released her. "Just stay out of it."

"Fine! But this isn't going to end well."

"Well that's my problem isn't it?" she walked into the pub without a second glance at Phil.

For the rest of the night Phil sat at the bar, and glanced up every so often to see what was going on, until it was nearly closing time. It was now 2:30 and Rob was at the bar talking to Tom Hayfield. Phil strained his ears to try and hear what they were saying. He heard bits of the conversation. Things like: 'She's going to get what's coming to her' and 'she'll regret ever stepping foot in here.'

Before he knew it, everyone was beginning to leave and he couldn't see his boss anywhere, so he drained his glass and left. He got outside and couldn't see her there either, so decided to call her. He reached inside his coat pocket to find that his phone wasn't there. He went back into the club remembering he had put it on the bar, and froze when he got through the door. Samantha was having trouble sitting upright. He saw Rob smash her head on the table and throw her across the bench. He started pulling at her clothes and Phil snapped. She may have told him to keep out of it, but she would most likely kill him if he did nothing.

"Oi! What are you doing?!" he shouted at Rob and he just stood upright, scowled at him, and walked into the back of the club.

Phil ran over to the unconscious figure. He lifted her chin and checked her breathing and pulse. Her breathing was irregular, and her pulse was strong. He reached across the table an picked up a small glass bottle and put it inside his jacket. He pulled her up slightly by her neck and opened her eyes. Her pupils were dilated.

"Samantha!" he said. "Samantha! Can you hear me?!" She still wasn't responding and when he got no reply, he picked her up and carried her outside, grabbing his phone on the way. He called a taxi and when it arrived, the driver looked anxious.

"What's wrong with her?"

"Just a bit too much to drink." He lied. The driver still had doubts, but said nothing. Phil gave him his address and the engine started.

For the whole of the journey, Phil thought of what might have happened. The most likely scenario was that Rob spiked her drink, he looked at the bottle he had picked up it was liquid gold. He thought for a second, liquid gold could cause unconsciousness when mixed with alcohol. He looked at his boss. She was still out cold, and she had blood trickling down the side of her face.

They pulled up outside Phil's house and he lifted her out of the cab and stumbled towards the door. Once he was through the door, he knew that the worst was to come as he looked at the stairs.

He managed to carry her limp form up the stairs and into his bedroom without dropping her or bashing into anything. She was really small and didn't weigh much at all. He laid her gently on the bed and put the lamp on the bedside cabinet on so that if she woke up it wasn't too dark. He knew of course that the chances of her waking up before morning were slim, judging by the amount of liquid missing from the bottle.

He lay on the bed beside her and looked at the cut on her head, it had pieces of glass in it. He knew he couldn't do anything about it now, but he made a mental note to sort it out first thing in the morning. He rested his head on the pillow and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Thanks for reading. I finally got to the exciting part. What will happen when Sam wakes up? One way to find out. Review and I will ud soon. Luv Sam xxx