Ch 6
She had spent the morning thinking of Alex.
Thoughts full of lust and regret, thoughts full of need.
Missing her, wanting her, wondering how she was.
Olivia had scolded herself over and over the last seven months thinking about how she had left a note confessing her feelings for Alex…
And then just left.
How cowardly it seemed, but also how she would have regretted not telling her incase she didn't come back.
Olivia didn't have even a picture of her and she didn't dare look her up on the Internet for a glimpse of her, she couldn't risk anyone associating Alex with her.
She was only in her thoughts.
Thoughts that she tried to ignore.
Thoughts she tried desperately to forget.
Olivia's biggest fear at times, was not that she would say her own name, but that she would call out Alex's name.
During sex at the height of her climax, or lying in bed next to Gareth, she feared her imagination; her inner thoughts would betray her.
And despite her efforts the more intertwined she became as Samantha Gray on the outside, the more she clung to the way she felt inside for Alex.
She picked up Martin's discarded coffee cup from the table. The left over coffee sloshed back and forth as her hands shook, as she made her way to the kitchen.
She sat the cup down on the kitchen counter; thankful she had made it to the counter without dropping the cup.
Her eyes clenched shut, willing herself steady on the heels of her boots.
Her heart was pounding; she could physically feel it thumping in her chest.
She was sure she would be sick.
Celeste was dead.
The baby was missing.
The man in the bar, Martin was now overly concerned with.
Don't trust Gareth.
Don't trust Gareth.
Alex…
Too much, emotionally so much.
Olivia stood up straight, clearing her throat to try and pass the sick feeling in her chest.
She could do this.
She would do this.
She had come this far.
She had left New York almost 7 months ago.
She left everything, everything.
She could do this.
She pulled her black Burberry coat on, synching the belt around her waist.
Her hair left in a neat ponytail, she pulled the collar of her coat closer around her neck.
As usual her refusal of Gareth sending a car to pick her up, she would hail a cab and meet him.
She took one final look in the mirror not far from the door.
"Samantha, Samantha, Samantha," she reminded before taking a deep breath.
AOAOAOAOAO
Olivia made her way out on to the street. It was late afternoon and traffic was beginning to pick up as well as people on the streets.
As she always did she surveyed her surroundings. People's faces, where she was, and the direction she was going.
She let a crowd of people pass before making her way to the curb to hail a cab.
She stood on the curb raising her arm for a cab.
"Samantha."
Olivia's arm dropped to her side, her eyes fixed on a piece of newspaper that was fluttering across the street in the breeze as she waiting to hear the voice again, hoping, wishing she had imaged the sound of her name.
"No sudden movements ok?" he said gently in an Irish accent.
She didn't move.
She was thinking…
Thinking.
He wasn't British.
He stood close to her, too close, his body pressing in to hers.
"We're going to walk and if you try and run, or you scream, I'll kill you right here in front of everyone," he said calmly as she felt the unmistakable feeling of a gun pressed in to her spine.
He walked, she walked.
"Who are you?" She asked calmly.
"No talking… we'll have plenty of time to chat Samantha."
They kept walking, turning abruptly on to a side street.
"Where are we going?"
"I said no talking!"
They walked a bit further, away from the bustling street, away from eyes and ears, car horns, police.
Another quick turn in to an alley, this time with the turn he slammed her in to a brick wall.
Her cheek hit the rough exterior, and it instantly burned.
He yanked her from the wall.
Their eyes meeting.
"It's you."
Oh God, she told Martin she thought he was British… his Irish accent lost in him speaking to her in French.
He grinned slyly and then pushed the back of her head against the brick wall pinning her between the wall and his hand now at the base of her throat.
"I was hoping you would remember me Samantha."
"At the bar… we were talking, you just disappeared."
"I only wanted us to have a quick chance to meet."
"Who are you? What are you doing?"
"Oh Samantha," he said squeezing her throat a bit tighter.
Olivia tried to let out a painful moan, but she couldn't catch her breath.
"I liked you from the first time I laid eyes on you. Beautiful, sexy," he said pressing himself against her, grabbing her ass, " I like that you're smart, feisty. I think Bishop likes that too."
"Just tell me what you want?" Olivia said, her voice trying not to sound as if she were pleading.
"What I want? Samantha, I want you," he said pressing his lips harshly against hers.
When she refused to accept his kiss, he reared back slapping her hard across the face with his gun.
Olivia cried out as she fell to the ground.
"Stand up!" he said pulling her quickly back to her feet.
She could feel blood dripping down her throbbing cheek.
"Where's Gareth?"
"Gareth?" He gave a slight laugh. "Forget Gareth. You belong to me now."
Olivia's eyes widened.
"I never belonged to Gareth!" She spat at him. "I don't know who you think I am!"
"Now. You. Belong. To. Me." He said slowly repeated.
Olivia instinctually began to fight him, he wrestled with her, shoving her back against the wall, her insides jolting from the harsh thud.
He was without a doubt stronger, bigger than she was.
"Please, just tell me what you want!"
"Must we go round and round? I want you and now I have you. Very simple."
"No! No! Help me!" She screamed. "Aidez-moi!" (Help me!)
This time he hit her again, harder with his gun across her other cheek.
Down like a ton of bricks.
"I just knew you wouldn't play nicely Samantha." He said climbing on top of her, holding her against the cold ground.
Her head was spinning, her vision blurred. She couldn't fight, make her arms move, her body even flinch.
He pressed his knees in to her upper arms.
She focused long enough to see a needle coming towards her.
She tried to scream, in her head she was screaming.
His face coming towards her.
His body on top of hers.
Her world went dark.