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Please remember the Challenge/Game mentioned in chapter 11!......................Enjoy x
Jim was panicking. Melinda was bleeding. Shane was laughing. The police were coming.
"Mel? Come on baby, I know you can wake up for me, I know you can. Please Melinda, just open your eyes honey, just open your eyes, please" Jim sobbed as he held Melinda in his arms, afraid to lift her to the car in case he made the bleeding any worse, he spun around and threw his fist into the wall behind him, hard. Melinda couldn't hear him.
Melinda was walking, no, floating through a beautiful white mist, heading towards the brightest light she had ever seen, when Alice appeared. "Am I gonna die?" Mel asked, sounding small and fragile, "No, Melinda it's not your time at all, I know I shouldn't have but...Well I brought you here. I just had to have faith that you'd be strong enough to return." "So I'm okay, my head was bleeding pretty bad, I guess it isn't as serious as I thought, I'm going to be fine" Melinda concluded sounding determined, "Melinda, don't misunderstand what I said, you're not out of the woods yet, your head injury is serious, very serious. You're in a kind of sleep state right now, hovering between conscious and unconscious. But, I can tell you that you will be okay, in the end. For now, I think you need to understand a little more about what happened to me and what's gonna happen to you too if you try to fight."
Jim was sobbing uncontrollably as he lifted Melinda off of the bed, wrapping her in a sheet, and carried her downstairs. He lifted her into the backseat of the car and laid her gently on the seat. He jumped into the driver's seat and was just turning the key in the ignition when a rush of flashing blue lights rounded the corner to their street and the sirens could be heard wailing.
The police car and an ambulance pulled quickly into their driveway and the Paramedics jumped out of the ambulance-THANK GOD-Jim thought-Bobby is working tonight. "Mr Jim Clancy?" A burly officer asked after climbing out of the police cruiser, "Jim Clancy" Jim confirmed in an urgent tone. "Where's your wife ?" The officer asked with an accusatory tone lingering in his voice "She's in the car, please I need help, she's bleeding and it's her head, I didn't know what to do, I was gonna drive her to Mercy hospital." The officer stepped aside to allow the paramedics access.
Bobby and the rest of the paramedics' team had been informed of the circumstances surrounding this call, some didn't believe the report, some were disgusted by Jim, but all of them were worried about Mel's safety. Bobby opened the car door and gasped "Jesus!" Melinda was laid on the backseat of the car, unconscious, wrapped in a blood-soaked sheet "I'm gonna need a brace, board and collar here! Now!" he yelled.
"Thank God Bobby, please take care of her, she hit her head on the sharp side of the bedside table, it's been about half an hour, she's been drifting in and out of consciousness." Jim rushed out all in one breath. "Don't even talk to me right now, just don't." Bobby replied angrily turning around to watch as the others loaded Mel on to the ambulance. As soon as they had her inside, Bobby turned back to Jim "What the hell man? How could you? She's perfect. It's not enough that she's beautiful? It's not enough that she's smart?, It's not enough that she, for some god forsaken reason, loves you?" Bobby shouted, furious.
"What are you talking about? What are you saying?" Jim asked, feeling completely confused. "JUST DON'T!" Bobby yelled and with that he jumped in to the ambulance and drove off with Melinda in the back. "I need to follow them. I gotta stay with her." Jim cried but the officer had come back, this time holding a piece of paper in his hand.
"You're not going anywhere Mr. Clancy. You're under arrest for two counts of assault of Mrs Melinda Gordon, two counts of attempted murder of Melinda Gordon, Grievous Bodily harm and domestic violence. We have a warrant to search your premises." "You think I did this to Melinda?!, you think I could hurt my wife?!" Jim shouted, outraged "Sir we have reason behind the charges, we can discuss it down at the station" the officer finished, cuffing Jim's hands and shoving him, harder than was necessary, into the cruiser. The officer in the car drove away with a stunned and incredulous Jim sitting in the back.
The officer walked up the front steps of the house and then turned around to face all of the officers who were awaiting instruction. "Officers, King, Roberts, I want you boys downstairs.... CSI's Davidson and Jackson You go with them. Officer Smith, myself and CSI's Doherty and Gray will take the upstairs. Get to it." As he finished, all of the teams scurried to work n the house.
CSI Davidson walked slowly around the perimeter of the Kitchen, checking for disturbances-That's weird, looks like they were having a dinner party..full pot of soup, salads laid out....- He walked over to the fridge and read the sole pink post-it that was stuck on the door Delia 7:30-Guess they were doing dinner, past tense-He thought sadly.
CSI Jackson walked the perimeter of the living room, spotting a stack of photographs on a table, he picked them up and flicked through them. Jim and Mel laughing, Jim and Mel kissing, Jim and Mel smiling, Melinda on the beach-Woah!...Oh right, this is soooO not the right time-he told himself. They were all beautiful and happy shots from a holiday that the couple had been on-They look so happy, what changed?-He asked himself as he tried to erase the mental image of Melinda being pulled from the car.
Officer King searched the dining room, checking in drawers and under tables. When she came to the large dining table she sighed, there were four plates laid out around the table with knives and forks beside them. Napkins had been folded neatly and tucked under the plates, in such a pretty way only a woman could have done. There was a frame on the wall which held what looked to be some kind of poem or speech written in an elegant script, it read......
'Melinda, You are my world, my heart, my soul. I met you four years ago and to this day, I still haven't figured out what I did to deserve you, I will always be there. I always thought I was happy, until I met you....When I met you, you made me feel so good that I knew that I had never been truly happy, I can only feel that way when I'm with you. You have given me so much and I want to spend the rest of my life doing the same for you. I love you Mel.'
Jim, You are my love, you are my life, you are my light. I met you while you were fighting a fire in my building, you were so devoted, so selfless. I fell in love with you that day, so easily, so right. I feel safe and loved when I'm with you, you make me feel like I'm the prize, not just the winner. The night we met you saved me and I want to spend the rest of my life doing the same for you. I love you Jim'.
Officer King had tears in her eyes –Wedding vows. Safe and loved? Devoted? SELFLESS?! That man abused Melinda's love for him, he abused her trust. He abused her-She thought angrily.