Chapter 8: Revelations (part 2)
You belong to me,
My snow white queen
There's no where to run so lets just get it over.
Soon I know you'll see
You're just like me
Don't scream anymore my love, 'cause all I want is you
Forever and ever...
~ Snow White Queen by Evanesence
Greg stood in his hotel room. He knew that David had already left Minneapolis. There was nothing that he was completely unaware of, when it came to what was going on with the people at WJM, his main focus though, of course was Mary Richards. The last time that he had left, he knew that he would be back. Giving her space seemed like the best idea at the time. Now, he sees that nothing has changed. She was still bitter towards him. Every attempt that he had made to get back with her was turned down. Every threat he made was pushed aside. Now what? Now what could he possibly do to get his way? To get the only thing that he truly desired.
On the dresser before him, lay a picture of him and Mary together. She was behind him with her arms loosely around his neck. Both were smiling. The memories of what once was, pained him. She was the only reason that he had came back here, and now, what he considered to be his only reason for living, was turning him down. Without even thinking about it, he picked up the picture and studied it. His fingers gently stroked over the image. "I gotta do something," he mumbled to himself. Dropping the picture, he let out an exasperated sigh and looked up at himself in the mirror. Lowering his face, he kept his eyes focused on his reflection. The grin slowly stretched across his face. The ideas were flooding his head, and he liked the thought of each and every one of them. "Not now Greg, let her think she's safe first."
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Stop light, lock the door
Don't look back
Undress in the dark,
And hide from you,
All of you
You'll never know the way your words have haunted me
I can't believe you would ask these things of me
You don't know me
Now or ever
Wake up in a dream
Frozen fear
All your hands on me
I can't scream
I can't scream
You can't escape the twisted way you think of me
I feel you in my dreams and I don't sleep
I don't sleep
I can't save your life
Though nothing I bleed for is more tormenting
I'm losing my mind and you just stand there and stare as my world divides
~ Snow White Queen by Evanesence
Mary stepped into her apartment. The only faint light came in from the window. A soft white light exposed the outlines of the various things within the room. Carefully, she checked the lock and then removed her coat. Everything was all too quiet for her. Objects became more clear as her eyes adjusted to the light. Although she could see better, there was still an erieness that lingered.
As quickly as she could she went and turned on the lights. Greg wasn't there. Every bad thing that she had been preparing herself for, didn't happen. Letting out a sigh of relief, she decided to just get ready for bed.
As soon as she was ready, she stepped out into the living room and got her bed ready. The place, again, was too quiet. This time though, she chose to ignore it. Before she turned the lights off, she cautiously took one last look around the room. Nothing. Her nerves weren't all that calmed, but at least now she would have a better time convincing herself that there was nothing, or no one there with her. She quickly made her way across the darkened room over to her bed and laid down. "All right, go to sleep," she told herself. As she laid on her side, she started to calm down and accept the stillness of the room. Her arm jerked as she felt like something had been crawling on it, then suddenly it hit her. Her eyes shot open as she hesitently lifted her otehr arm and reached over to grab what was on her. A hand. He grabbed her shoulder and forcefully turned her so that she was laying on her back. Narrow, malicious eyes focused on her with a smug grin.
"I told you I didn't care," Greg said.
He climbed over her, his hands pinning down her wrists. She tried to scream, but the fear had somewhat paralyzed her. He leaned down and started kissing her neck.
Mary jolted up, out of breath and sweat dampened hair. She could feel her heart beating rapidly as she looked around and examined the room. "Damn it Greg," she said to herself. It was a dream, or rather a nightmare. It didn't matter what it was called, all it was, was a series of pictures in her head that had developed from her subconcious. She tried telling herself that in order to calm herself down, but it didn't work. Those "images" were things that were currently eating away at her, causing her to be paranoid and slowly and gradually tearing away at her life.
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The next morning, Mary sat at the table. Her weary eyes blankly staring out into space as she gripped onto a cup of orange juice. It was Saturday morning, so she had no where that she had to be, and nothing all that important that had to be done today. She wasn't nearly as jumpy now as she was last night, but something told her that she would be the same way again tonight.
"Hey kid," Rhoda said as she walked through the door. "I can't believe you actually unlocked that thing," she motioned back as she went and joined Mary at the table.
Mary shrugged. "Greg's not a stupid man. He wouldn't do anything in broad day light."
Rhoda sat down and examined Mary. "Did you sleep at all last night?"
"A little," Mary said. She let go of her cup and used her hands to rest her head on. "Just had a dream last night."
"You know Mary, I don't think you should be going on a lack of sleep like this. If you want me to come back later so you can take a nap or something, I can do that."
Mary softly laughed. "No, I'm not as bad as I look."
"Would you like to stay with me tonight?" Rhoda asked.
Mary gratefully looked to her. "Could I?"
"Sure," Rhoda said. She knew what the problem, and that Mary wasn't about to come out and state it. She was afraid, and being alone at night did nothing to help that. "If I were you though, I would make sure to lock that door. Even during the day."
Mary sighed. "I know, I was just waiting for you to come down though. I lock it when I'm by myself though."
"Hi there everyone!" Phyllis cheerfully greeted as she entered the room.
Rhoda nodded as she pointed over towards Phyllis. "See? Bad things do happen when you leave your door unlocked."
Phyllis stopped beside Rhoda and looked down. "Oh look, Johnny Carson's in town.'
Mary looked up to Phyllis. "Before we get into this Phyllis, there's something I need to talk to you about."
Phyllis looked to her with concern as she sat down next to her. "Sure Mary," she then looked back to Rhoda. "I think that means she wants to be alone with me, if you don't mind."
Mary shook her head. "She's fine. Now, please, let me tell you what I need to tell you." All she wanted to do was get this over with.
"Well, if you don't mind her knowing," Phyllis stated. For a minute, she was actually excited to know something that Rhoda didn't.
"I'm the one who told her to tell you," Rhoda said, knowly picking at her.
"Both of you!" Mary snapped. Both Phyllis and Rhoda turned to her with surprise. Mary sighed. "Now Phyllis, I am going to tell you, but you have to promise, no questions and no interrupting me. Promise?"
"Promise," Phyllis said.
"I will be moving out in a couple of months. As soon as I find a new place, I will let you know," Mary started. Phyllis was about to say something, but Rhoda leaned over and put her hand over Phyllis's mouth.
"Go on," Rhoda said.
"Thank you," Mary said. Rhoda took her hand away and Phyllis glared over to her. "Anyways, I need a new place, because I am going to be having a baby. Greg Thompson is the father, but if at any time he shows up here, please, do not let him in. I found out that he is not the man I thought he was."
Phyllis looked to her with sympathy. "Do you think you two can work things out?"
Mary just shook her head.
"Are you sure? Because I really do think you two should try. I mean Mary," Phyllis started.
"Please Phyllis!" she snapped. Mary had had it. Her patience was wearing thinner and thinner each time Phyllis opened her mouth. She knew that she meant well, but the last thing that she wanted to do was to go into detail about what was going on right now. Looking up, she saw that Phyllis was a bit offended. "I'm sorry, its been a rough past few weeks. Greg was married when he was dating me, and the only reason I found out was through his wife and now he's mad at me for leaving him."
"Oh," Phyllis said. "Now I understand." She looked averted her eyes for a moment as if she was uncomfortable with the situation. She looked back to Mary. "I'm sorry about all of this. If you need anything, you know that you can ask me."
"Thank you," Mary said as she forced a small smile.