The Young and the Dramatic: Season Two
Episode 14: Duncan Remembers his Marriage
Duncan sighed, and got up out of bed. He hadn't slept in over a couple of days, and hadn't left his apartment either. The entire town was convinced that he had murdered Blaineley, and if he stepped outside his apartment, surely he would be killed.
As Duncan made his way to the kitchen to pour himself a cup of coffee, his eyes narrowed on the calendar in the corner. He almost dropped the coffee cup as he realized the date.
"Gwen," Duncan sighed, and fell to his knees.
Sierra smirked as she rapidly typed into her keyboard.
The Wawanakwa Daily office didn't open for at least another hour, and she was spending her spare time replying to fan-emails.
Several readers of the newspaper were writing in, asking her for more information on Duncan Abraham's life. They wanted to be sure that he in fact murdered Blaineley, and if he did, why weren't the police doing anything?
However, her thoughts were interrupted as the door opened.
"Oh, we aren't open yet," Sierra said without looking up.
"That's fine; I'm just here to talk,"
Sierra looked up to see Bridgette looking down at her, glaring.
Justin woke up the next morning to his phone buzzing. Retrieving it from the night stand, he gasped as he read it:
Justin, so far the search for Heather has gone cold. I'm near Manhunt Beach. Stay tuned. –Izzy
The male model's eyes bugged out as he read it, and let out a deep sigh.
"Heather," he muttered.
"You need to stop this," Bridgette snapped, putting her hands on her hips.
Sierra smirked as she sat up straighter, "Whatever does you mean, my dear Bridgette?" she asked.
"You're ruining Duncan's life, and I don't want that to happen!"
"I'm afraid I can't stop it even if I wanted too," Sierra rolled her eyes, "The fans want what the fans want, and they believe Duncan murdered Blaineley,"
"Because of you," Bridgette screamed, "Because of you, Duncan is one step away from being considered a murderer again!"
Sierra raised an eyebrow.
"And that's such a bad thing?"
Bridgette groaned, and rubbed her temples. She set down her purse on a nearby chair, and cracked her knuckles.
"Do you even care about anybody but yourself?" Bridgette said, "Because a caring person would never do something like this,"
"What I would like to know," Sierra stood up, waving a finger at the surfer chick, "Is why you're so content on helping Duncan! You act as though you're in love with him,"
"I'm not!" Bridgette immediately snapped.
Sierra chuckled, and walked around to leave her desk area.
"That didn't sound much like a person who's not in love," she chided, and put her hands on her hips, "So tell me Bridgette, are you or are you not in love with Duncan Abraham?"
Duncan stopped the engine, and stepped out of the car. The sign above his head read "Wawanakwa City Cemetery". As he stepped through the rows of graves, he finally found the one he was looking for.
He knelt down besides Gwen's grave, and felt his eyes moisten.
"Happy Eight Years," Duncan said, feeling a tear run down his face, "You don't know how much I want to wrap my arms around you now, Gwen," And with that, Duncan looked up to the skies as he remembered a memory.
"You may now kiss the bride," the minister said as Duncan dove in for the kiss.
Gwen melted in Duncan's arms as the two kissed, and she wrapped her arms around his waist. The minister left the small chapel, leaving the two alone.
"I love you so much, Gwen," Duncan smiled in between kisses.
"Same here," Gwen nodded, moaning as Duncan kissed her neck.
Duncan let out a peaceful sigh, "This is amazing; I've married the girl of my dreams, and we've got nothing holding us back," he said.
"I want to be with you forever, Gwen," Duncan finished.
"Don't worry," Gwen smiled, "It'll happen,"
"I miss that so much," Duncan murmured as he finished his memory.
"I do too,"
Duncan gasped in shock as he turned around to see Gwen standing behind him. His eyes widened, and he nearly fainted.
Almost as soon as Justin received his message, his phone vibrated again. It was number hadn't recognized, but he answered it anyway.
"Hello?"
"Hello Justin," the voice sounded modified, "It's been a while. Too bad you've been ignoring me. Do you want to see Heather again? I have her in my possession,"
Justin's eyes widened.
"Who the hell is this?" he shouted into the phone, "Don't you dare hurt Heather!"
"Who's to say that I already haven't?" the voice bragged.
"Where is she?" Justin screamed into the phone, "I swear, if you hurt her I'll kill you!"
The phone went dead, leaving Justin to throw the phone against the wall in anger. It broke in half, leaving Justin to lie back down on his bed, groaning the failed attempt to speak with Heathers' captors.
"I am not in love with Duncan Abraham," Bridgette folded her arms, "And this has nothing to do with that!"
"You're trying to get around the question," Sierra said.
Bridgette scoffed.
"So what if I'm talking like Obama?" she snapped.
"What…?" Sierra blinked.
"Nothing; political reference," Bridgette waved it away, but then glared back at Sierra, "But still; you're ruining a good man's name! This book is horrible!"
Sierra smirked, "Oh, believe me. The next book will be just as good," she leaned in closer, "If not better,"
Bridgette groaned, "What life are you planning on ruining now?" she asked.
"Yours," Sierra smiled.
"How are you alive?" Duncan said, walking over to Gwen.
Gwen smiled, and shook her head. Her smile fell as she raised her hands, "I'm not alive, Duncan. I'm a mere memory," she said.
"But then how are you—"
"Don't worry about it," Gwen said, "We must worry about your future, not your past. Everyone thinks you have killed Blaineley, which you haven't,"
"Please tell me what to do," Duncan said, on the verge of tears, "I know I didn't kill her,"
"That part is quite obvious," Gwen nodded, "But you must rely on friends to help you through this. Bridgette will play a major role,"
Duncan cocked his head to the side.
"You act as though you already know how this will play out," he said.
"Maybe I do, maybe I don't," Gwen shrugged, and looked up to the sky. Sighing, she approached Duncan, "I must leave, my love,"
"No," Duncan said, reaching out to grab Gwen, "I miss you so much!"
"I miss you as well," Gwen said, "But you must trust Bridgette and yourself. She will be your guide,"
Duncan tried to follow Gwen, but she eventually backed up, and evaporated into the light, leaving him alone.
"Gwen," he muttered.
Bridgette's jaw dropped.
"You're writing the book about me?" she snapped.
"Who else is as gossip worthy as you?" Sierra chuckled, and waved it away, "Now leave, I have some work to do on a certain rough draft,"
The surfer chick grabbed her purse, and glared at Sierra.
"You'll lose this battle Sierra," she said, "You may have your fans on your side, but I have friends on my side. You'll pay for everything,"
And with that, Bridgette clicked her heels as she left the Wawanakwa Daily's office.
Next on the Young and the Dramatic…
"She's ruining everything," Bridgette said, to which Duncan nodded in agreement.
The mighty will rise…
"She's going to pay," Anne Maria said through gritted teeth.
The weak will fall…
"So who was this Pam I've heard about?" Holmes said, raising an eyebrow.
And the countdown will begin…
"Do everything I ask," the voice said, "Or else you'll never see Heather again,"
A/N – I had a half-day of school today, so I was able to finish this chapter rather quickly. I have no school for the rest of the week, so I'll be able to have these chapters up rather early. The Bold and the Famous will be returning next Wednesday, November 28th, and I already have the next episode written.
Plus, if you want spoilers for the rest of this week, follow the link on my profile for my profile. Go to my journal history to find "This Week on The Young and the Dramatic #1" in order to find spoilers for the rest of the week.
-Reading10