Chapter 3 – My future husband Sam, well ex future husband.
Sam had heard about my return to the city, he came bounding into the room, like a lost puppy, and greeted me with a big hug. I told him that it was great to see him, but I was tired and that I was going to retire to my room for some rest, my day had been somewhat confusing, and before I could face Sam I had some thinking to do. Adam escorted me to my room.
"Adam, I know this sounds stupid," I said before I entered the room, "but I have this feeling that I don't love Sam, I love someone else, and I don't want Sam, to be a part of my life. To be honest I have this feeling deep down inside that, he, that he was involved with the death of my parents."
"I know", Adam said, "think it over tonight, and I will tell him to come by tomorrow, for your decision. Ok."
"Ok," I said sleepily. And with that, Adam left to speak to Sam. Sam had begun to walk up the central staircase, when Adam was walking to speak to him.
"Sam", Adam said, "Jessica has decided to retire for the night; she said that she wasn't sure that she had made the right choice."
"The right choice, the right choice about what," Sam was quite confused, "tell me what was the choice she wasn't sure about"
"Sam, now don't get irate", Adam said to try and calm his temper, that was raging quickly, "she said can you come by tomorrow to discuss an issue she wished to raise. I will send a carriage for you around ten, so you should be here for lunch, until tomorrow, good night Mr Mathew."
With that Sam walked out of the manor. Soon after that Adam appeared, "You should get a good night rest, as who knows what tomorrow will bring."
That night I had a nightmare, I awoke with a dreadful piercing scream, my face was burning from the tears that streamed, my heart pounded, my head ached, my mind was repeating the dream over and over again, I couldn't talk, I was scared.
"Adam", I managed to scream, "Adam, come here now"
The door opened, in walked Adam, "what's wrong Jessica" he calmly said. I went to reply, but nothing was said, my voice wasn't working, I couldn't speak. "Jessica lets, get you a nice cup of tea that should help you take your mind of things." His voice still so calm, it ran through my head, it helped calm me down. I sat on the bed, and looked at the clock in my room; it was 3 in the morning. I wanted to sleep some more, but I couldn't, I didn't want to close my eyes, for I knew that I would still see the dream.
Adam arrived again with a pot of freshly brewed earl grey tea, the essence filled the room. "Now Jessica", Adam began to say "would you like to tell me what is wrong"
I wanted to tell him everything that had happened in my nightmare, but I couldn't talk, the tears still streamed down my cheeks and even if I managed to say something it came out like blubber. It was obvious to Adam, that I was in pain, not pain from a physical injury, but the imprint that the nightmare left, I couldn't stop crying, I don't think I have ever cried for this much in my life, but Adam didn't judge me, he simply put his arm around me and held me close, as if to say that there is no need to feel scared, for the fact that he was here to protect me.
"Jessica, if you don't want to talk about it, we don't have to." He calmly said.
"No, I want to tell you, whilst it is clear in my mind." I replied, adamantly.
"Ok," he softly spoke, "just take it slowly"
I started to speak, I didn't want to say it in all honestly, I would have rather forgot it, but it seemed unfair not to tell him, as he was sworn to protect me.
"Right" I began taking a deep breath, "Sam, it was Sam; he came to the house, he wanted to talk to me about issues, about issues surrounding our future marriage, he told me that he wanted to push the ceremony forward, he wanted to get married, as soon as possible. I said ok thinking that it would help me somewhat get over the death of my parents. But was I wrong, the night of the wedding, I decided to sit in the library, when in burst Sam, he shouted at me that I was worthless, and not fit to be on this earth, he then walked up to me and put a gun to my head, he then pulled the trigger, that's when I woke up, all I could remember seeing was his face, the grin he had on his face."
I stopped, I felt better for getting it off my chest. Adam stood up "right what we need to do is to ensure that this nightmare doesn't become a reality. My face dropped, "you mean he is going to try to kill me."
"Yes", Adam said bluntly. "When speaking to him, I got the feeling that he wasn't happy with the fact you are alive. I feel that he has ulterior motives for this action." Then all of a sudden the phone rang, Adam answered, "Jessica, it's for you".
I answered the phone, "Yes, Jessica speaking".
"Ah hello darling, hope I didn't disturb you" the voice said. I knew it was Sam.
"No", I replied, "No you didn't, I was awake anyway, so what do you want, it must be important, for you to call, this early in the morning." I looked over at the clock, it read 3:45.
"Well Jessica, I think it is very important, look I shall just come out with it, I want us to push forward the wedding, and have it as soon as possible." I went to speak but I couldn't, was it that my dream was coming true, "anyway baby, we will discuss it further later over lunch, later, bye". The line went dead. I turned around and looked at Adam, my facial expression was worth a thousand words, and he knew what exactly what was going on. I fell to my knees, "it's true" I sobbed "the dream was true, Adam, you have to help me, I don't want to die." Then all of a sudden Sam's face came to mind, but there were two images, one from my dream, but the other I couldn't instantly remember, but it seemed familiar.
"I'm so stupid," I said, "I can't believe I didn't realise this sooner, Adam, think back to when I was about to be killed by those three men in that lab."
"Yes", he said.
"Well the first man who was talking to me, the one who kidnapped me, I remember what he looked like. I can't believe that I didn't see it, it was staring me in the face, and I just didn't pull all the pieces together until just now. The man who kidnapped me, it was Sam, and now he wants to finish what he started." I broke down into a flood of tears.
"Ok, Jessica, it would be best not to get the police involved, so we will deal with it ourselves"
"Ok", I said still crying from the torment, it was 4 o'clock in the morning, but I knew that I couldn't sleep for I feared that when I closed my eyes I would see his face, so I got dressed for the day ahead.
Adam came back to speak to me about a way of killing Sam, we have a friend, well I wouldn't call him a friend, he is more of a Mafia drug ring leader, and his name is Pierre, a French guy whom, I must admit I hate his guts, but he comes in useful every now and then. Between Adam, Pierre and Alfonse (Pierre's boyfriend) they were at the best odds to creating a way of killing Sam. In the end they thought that they should utilise what they have around them to end my woes. Opium was the answer our prayers, they had decided that we should give Sam a drug overdose, now I by no means promote killing people, in fact it's my job to fight the rising war of crime in the 'underworld', but this plan was sure to save me.
The one problem was; how to kill Sam with the opium, now this was not a problem as Pierre and Alfonse were experts in this area, and they decided that we should 'spike' his drink with a liquid form of the drug. The next thing to do was to get him to stay for lunch. So all I had to do was wait, there was nothing to do but wait. The suspense was killing me.
After a couple of hours, nothing had happened, I walked around the manor anticipating the visit from Sam, knowing fore well that I was going to break off the engagement, I just wanted it to be over. The clock struck half-ten; it would only be a matter of time before Sam arrived. The clock then struck 11 o'clock, Adam left the room whilst I decided to read, up on the latest crimes that have been plaguing London, I will explain more as to why later. Suddenly there was a knock on the door, Adam entered, "Jessica, Sam is here to see you." My heart sank; obviously it was time to put our plan into action.
"Jessica," Sam said, "I see you have recovered from yesterday, look I need to talk to you about the wedding, I really think that it is a good idea to push forward with it, the sooner the better and we can then start living like a normal family, and forgetting our past."
"Hello Sam," I replied. "Ok, but first I need to talk to you about a slight issue I have."
"Like what?" he was getting angry, I could see it in his eyes.
"Calm down, why don't we have a light lunch, Adam says that it is in the drawing room." I hoped that would get Sam off my case for a few minutes, and it did, he said nothing about the wedding, I suppose it was because he was too busy stuffing his face. But he soon began talking about it again.
"Jessica, so what did you want to talk to me about, I know I was getting angry earlier but I have calmed down now."
"Right, Sam just before I begin telling you, I want you to finish your drink." Sam looked at me puzzled, "look I think that you will react to the news better with a bit of alcohol in your system." He said nothing and gulped down the drink. I knew that the plan was working, but to what extent was the opium my saviour, we had to give him enough to kill him, but not too much so that it was undetectable in the drink, if it was too little he would survive. Well anyway he had drunk the drink so I began to tell him the truth; well it's not going to kill him something bigger was. Adam had come into the room with a letter for me but I will explain that to you later, I glanced over to him, I needed some moral support, although he didn't say anything, his facial expressions gave me all the support I needed.
"Sam, listen carefully, your nothing but trouble to me, you just want my inheritance, and the business, you think that just because I am a girl I can't handle life, but no more, the engagements off, I don't want another thing to do with you," my voice raised, "and if I was you I would just crawl under a table and die, because by my calculations in about 5 minutes the Opium in your drink will have taken effect and you will cease to exist in this world."
"You bitch, you're killing me, after all I have done for you", the colour on his skin was draining, the plan was working.
"after all you have done for me, yeah right, the pain the torture, but I declare no more", and with that he fell to the floor and succumbed to the effects of the opium.
"It was for the best, now you can't hurt me or anyone else for that matter anymore." All that was left now was to clean up the garbage.