The Confrontation – Part 1
Chapter 16When Ashley and Spencer came downstairs Nick and Susan were already in the kitchen.
"Good morning or should we say good afternoon," Susan and Nick said chuckling at their clients. Because when they came to the main house last evening to dismiss the musicians per Spencer's request all they could hear was screaming and moaning coming from their bedroom. Trained to be discreet while protecting clients Nick and Susan said nothing.
"Uh! Good afternoon Susan, Nick," Spencer and Ashley both said blushing profusely. They knew they were somewhat vociferous last evening.
"So what time are we supposed to leave for your father's house Ms. Spencer?"
"Four-thirty Susan, I'm anxious to get our little munchkin back." "You know Spencer maybe we should take a couple bottles of wine with us as a thank you," Ashley suggested to Spencer.
"Good idea love, I'll go down to the wine cellar before we leave."
"Ashley did you call Heather to see how the baby was doing?"
"Yes, Heather said she was fine, maybe we could get there before four-thirty. I'm anxious to see our baby." "I know me too. Susan tell Nick we'll going to be leaving around three o'clock instead."
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Ashley was already dressed and in the livingroom waiting for Spencer. Since the mansion had a wine cellar Spencer decided to put it use. She had all types of wines, red, white, French and German, you name it Spencer had it.
Coming up from the wine cellar with several bottles of wine in her hands to take with them to her father's house, Spencer could not make up her mind what wine to take them.
Walking into the livingroom with the bottles of wine in her hands, Spencer spoke out. "Ashley I can't make up my mind which wine to take with us. Ashley!" Spencer said, finally looking up to see Ashley tied up in a chair with tape over her mouth.
"Ashley!!" Spencer said dropping the bottles of wine, about to run over to her when suddenly she stopped dead in her tracks.
"Mom!! How… how did you get in here?"
"Now Spencer is that anyway to greet your mother. Come give me a hug and a kiss," Paula said.
"A hug and a kiss, that's only reserved for mother's who love their children. Your not my mother she obviously died some years ago and why is Ashley tied up? Untie her.
Damn!" So much for the elaborate security system, she thought.
"Oh… no Spencer, I can't do that just yet."
Spencer was looking around for the security remote to alert Nick and Susan. "Looking for this dear," Paula said. "I took the liberty of disabling it. Not that it was necessary because your two bodyguards, the dog and cat team are dead."
"WHAT!" Spencer screamed.
Ashley listening eyes wide with fear.
"Yes, it was necessary to get them out of the way. Couldn't have them popping in on us, now could we? Now sit down my darling daughter so we can discuss your… demise so to speak."
Spencer glared at her mother than looked at Ashley who had started to cry.
"What do you mean my demise? Are you serious?"
Coming from another part of the house were three huge men, dressed in black attire, face masks and automatic rifles, startling Spencer.
"There's no one else in the mansion Mrs. Carlin."
"Thank you… Please tie blondie up then stand outside in the foyer and watch the front entrance. I'll call you when I need you."
The three burly men tie Spencer up as ordered nod, turn and leave.
"Now Spencer to answer the question that you've asked me so many times, what do I want from you. Your death of course, your non existence on this earth. I have several ways I want to do this, but like you were a few minutes ago with the wine I am a somewhat indecisive as to which way you should die. First I was going to have Ashley kill you in a fit of rage then turn the gun on herself."
"I would so love to watch her take your life Spencer or maybe you would take your own. You know suicide the easy way, a gun in the mouth. Bang! Blow your head off kinda suicide with your wife here watching you do it, but then I thought no, that won't work because I have this huge insurance policy on you. Fifty million dollars to be exact and the insurance company doesn't take too kindly to suicide."
Spencer looks at her mother disbelieving the whole situation. "Mom your going to kill your own daughter in cold blood, for what! Money? Mom, please untie me so we can…"
"Talk Spencer, we're talking right now. You see I would kill you myself but… I can't get my hands dirty like that, my faith won't permit it."
"Your faith, what faith allows you to kill your own children or anybody else for that matter, mom your not making any sense, please."
Pulling out a gun from her pocket, "it will be much more fun watching you die by your own hands I think. Won't it my sweet Ashley?" Paula said walking beside Ashley caressing her cheek. Ashley started struggling in her chair. "Don't struggle Ashley it won't do any good."
"Well I must say Spencer you do have good taste. You got that from me of course. Your father has no taste. He thinks a picture of a horse's ass is art. This mansion is quite nice and your wife here," Paula says walking up to Ashley again putting the point of the gun to her face rubbing it against Ashley's cheek "has gotten more beautiful. Yes, quite stunning indeed."
All Ashley could do was mumble trying to get loose. "Now lets see what I can come up with to get the blood flowing, the adrenaline pumping right now. I want to amuse myself before you die."
"I guess your amusement means my torture," Spencer angrily said.
"In a way… yes, Spencer."
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Spencer's POV
Oh my God, I need to get Ashley out of here, but how? Damn! What were Nick and Susan doing that allowed Paula to get through all the security this place has? I didn't want Ashley to go through this. What could have happen between me and mother, to make her hate me to the point of wanting to kill me, to destroy my family. I'm looking at Ashley, looking into her eyes trying to convey the love I have for her. I love you Ashley, please remember that. I've got to get loose some kind of way. Maybe they tripped the alarm system. I pray that the police are on their way.
I'm so glad the baby is with Heather and my father, I don't know what would happen if she was here. I wanted to see her grow into a fine young woman. I wanted her to know who her mommies are. I can't let my mother get away with this. I must find a way to get loose, I must.
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Heather was taking care of last minute preparations for dinner when Arthur came in with the baby. "Heather what time were Spencer and Ashley due over here?"
"Four-thirty Arthur they're late," Heather said.
"Yes, that's strange have they called at all? Yes, I talked Ashley early this morning, she wanted to know how the baby was doing and they would be here at four-thirty."
"It's five-fifteen, if they were going to be late Spencer or Ashley would have called. Especially with the baby here," Arthur said.
"What's wrong Arthur?" Heather asked.
"What's going on dad?" Glen said walking into the dining room.
"Your sister and Ashley are late and haven't called. Did they call you or Chelsea?"
"No, we haven't heard from them all day." "Arthur do you want me to call the mansion," Heather asked.
"No!! See if you can reach Nick or Susan first." As Heather was about to pickup the phone when it rang.
"Hello!"
"Hello, this is Nick's Agency, can I speak to Arthur Carlin."
"Sure, Arthur it's Nick's agency on the phone."
"Yes this is Arthur Carlin. Mr. Carlin the alarm at your daughter's home is showing a signal that the lines have been tampered with and we can't get a hold of Nick or Susan on their cells. Do you want us to call the police?"
"Yes and also call Lieutenant Morgan," Arthur said.
"Arthur what's going on?" Heather asked worried now.
"I think Spencer and Ashley are in trouble. I need to get over to the mansion right away."
"I'm coming with you dad," Glen said. "Chelsea you stay here, I'll call you and let you know what's happening."
"Okay Glen, be careful."
"Same thing for you Heather", Arthur said.
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Ashley's POV
Oh God, I can't believe this is happening. This is a nightmare, this woman is talking about actually killing her daughter and I can't do anything to stop it. I'm so glad that the baby is not here. Oh my God, our child. She's never going to know about her parents. We're never going to see her grow up to be a beautiful young woman. I can see the fear in Spencer's eyes, the love she has for me. I can tell she's more worried about my safety than her own. Maybe Arthur will realize we're late for dinner and call the police. I trust his instincts.
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Spencer thought if she could stall Paula until help arrives she and Ashley might have a chance to survive this ordeal.
"Mom… why did you kill Dexter?" Spencer asked.
"He was expendable, no use to himself or society. He was an ass."
"But you wanted me to stay married to him and be miserable. What right do you have to determine if anyone is expendable. That's not your decision to make."
"Spencer just shut up!"
Paula sits directly in front of Spencer, just looking at her. Raising her hand to her daughter's face she caresses her cheek, whispering very low "you've grown so beautiful." Paula realizing what she was doing shakes off what seem to be a sentimental moment for her and her daughter.
Spencer just stares at her wondering what was that about. What made her mother display such an act of affection. Does her mother have a little love for her?
"We are going to play a little game of Russian Roulette my darling Spencer. First we take out all the bullets but one. Spin the chamber and then pull the trigger. If the hammer of the gun doesn't hit the bullet you pull the trigger again."
"I'm not going to do that. Mom listen to me…"
"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! YOU WILL DO IT SPENCER!" Paula walking over to Ashley, grabbing her by her hair, "if you don't play my little game Ashley here will play and she won't be pulling the trigger I will. And I can kill her with no guilt."
"Why?... why are you doing this?" Spencer said now visibly shaking and crying, not so much for herself but for Ashley's safety. "Why would you make your own daughter go through this torture? Why would you make Ashley a widow?"
"Ashley won't be a widow, she'll be laying right beside you, when I have no more use for her. The dress and shoes are for her to be buried in. I was going to have your dress sent the same day but I decided I would bring it to you personally."
"Why would you make me do this? Mom please let Ashley go, she's done nothing to you. It's just me you said you wanted," Spencer pleading to her mother tears now flowing.
"No, Spencer."
"Why not?"
"Because you wish it Spencer. I gave birth to you but I have hated you since you were a teenager. My mother and father doting on you, giving you everything you wanted. They even gave you that apartment when you turned eighteen. I never got anything like that when I turned eighteen.
Haha! That was my finest hour when I had that stinking apartment blown up. It's too bad you weren't in it when it blew. Then my parents had the gall to leave you ALL THAT MONEY they had saved through the years. That was MY money, I was their daughter not you, Spencer.
Spencer made no attempt to interrupt or stop her mother's rambling and ranting.
"Spencer you make me sick. Since you were old enough to know your own mind you were always defying me. I couldn't control you anymore. Then you had the nerve to DECIDE you wanted to be gay."
"Mom I didn't just decide to be gay. It was already there I just wouldn't recognize it. YOU said I was going through a teenage phase and it would go away. You remember when I told you when I was in high school I didn't like it when boys tried to touch me. But when my best friend who happened to be a girl, just held my hand I felt at peace, happy. You said it would go away but it didn't, so I suppressed it to make you happy."
"God! You make my head ache so bad. Spencer shut up, you decided. I got you married to a very good looking man. All you had to do was satisfy his needs every so often, make a few babies…" "HE didn't want any babies," Spencer cut in.
"But nooo! You decided again to go against my wishes and get a divorce. I told you to stay married to Dexter just tolerate him."
"TOLERATE! Mom I was miserable and you knew it."
Slap! Paula hits Spencer across the face hard producing a bloody lip. "Aw! Ashley you didn't like me hitting your wife?"
Ashley's eyes were blazing red now. All she wanted to do was get loose and kill the evil crazy bitch who had invaded their home.
"Spencer look at me," Paula demanded. "We're wasting time, let's start my game."