Chapter 3

Fantasy Island

Julie loved being on the island. She enjoyed helping Mr. Roarke and Tattoo. She felt so relieved, knowing that Charles couldn't possibly find her here. She had made friends with the island staff, and with one young man in particular. After Charles, Julie was hesitant to move into a relationship. Still, it would be nice to have a friend. One night, Julie and Mr. Roarke were having dinner on the patio behind the house. Julie thought for a moment, then spoke.

"Mr. Roake, I've been invited to the luau tomorrow night."

"Have you, Julie? That is wonderful. And who, may I ask, invited you?"

"it's Greg, the boy whose parents had the Old West fantasy. So, if you don't need me tomorrow night, may I go?"

"Of course you may. I have met Greg. He is a fine young man."

"Thank you, Mr. Roarke!" Julie leaped up from the table and gave her godfather a big hug.

"I must warn you, though, Julie to use extreme caution. You have been through a lot and you do not want to enter into another bad relationship."

"Oh, I will be careful, Mr. Roarke. Now I must find something to wear!" Julie exclaimed as she sprinted off to her bungalow. Mr. Roarke looked after her with fond amusement.

The next morning, the fishing boat arrived on the shore. Charles helped once again to unload and deliver fish. This time he had a plan in mind. He was going to find Julie, and get her alone so he could talk to her. He had heard about the luau from some of the other fishermen. The boat was going to stay on Fantasy Island overnight so that they could attend. Charles could hardly wait.

That evening, the party began at dusk. All of the guests on Fantasy Island were invited to attend. There was Polynesian food, music, and dancing. Mr. Roarke and Tattoo briefly attended the party, then retired. Julie was having a marvelous time with her friend Greg. They sat close together and watched the dancers. They were invited to participate in some of the dances. Charles watched from afar. How dare Julie be with another man! He saw Julie and Greg get up and leave together. He decided to follow. He saw Greg and Julie talking in front of her bungalow. Greg leaned over and gave Julie a kiss on the cheek. Then she went inside as he left. Charles felt envy rise in him. As Greg entered the path to go back to the party, Charles ran and caught up with him.

"Hey, buddy, can you direct me to the luau?"

Greg turned around and saw Charles. He started to point in the direction of the luau. "It's right over-" he began as Charles grabbed his arm and flipped him.

"Stay away from Julie, you hear?" Charles demanded as he pulled Greg off of the path and started to beat him. Greg fought back. Blows flew. Greg got a good hit in on Charles' eye. Charles returned the favor and landed a punch on Greg's jaw. Greg hit Charles in the stomach, and heard an "OOF!" Charles staggered back and came at Greg with full force and a kamikaze yell. He landed a punch on the side of Greg's head. Greg saw stars for a minute, and got dizzy. He blacked out and slumped to the ground. Charles took off for Julie's bungalow.

Julie leaned against the door and sighed If had been a long time since she had had so much fun. She reflected on the evening's events as she went into the bedroom and started to get ready for bed. She removed the flowers from her hair, and the lei. She sniffed at them as she tenderly laid them on her dresser. Tonight had been the most fun she had had in a long time. She heard a loud crash and went into the living room to see what had happened. Charles had burst in. Julie started to scream. Charles lunged across the room and was immediately at her side. He clapped a hand across her mouth.

"Shut up!" he said. "I just want to talk to you."

Julie struggled to break free. Charles was stronger than she was. She thrashed under his grip. She tried to bite. She kicked. She tried to stomp on his foot.

"Oh, you're such a wild cat, aren't you! You said you loved me, and I wanted you to prove it. Now you will. You know this is all your fault, Julie. You ignored me. You didn't take my presents. You wouldn't talk to me. If you had talked to me, none of this would have happened."

"Leave her alone!" Came a voice from the doorway. Greg, bloody and bruised staggered in the doorway. He lunged at Charles, and knocked him over. The two men started fighting again. They rolled over the furniture, and tipped over tables. Lamps and decorations were broken. Julie watched, terrified. She found her voice.

"Charles! Stop! You'll kill him!"

Charles rolled on top of Greg, and rained blow after blow on his head, until Greg lost conciousness. Julie tried to run. Charles blocked her way.

"Now, where were we, Julie?" Charles said as he came at her. and grabbed her. "No, Julie. You're not going anywhere." He held her tightly, with one hand over her mouth. "We still have things to discuss."

Mr. Roarke was going over papers in his study, when Julie's face suddenly flashed into his mind. He paused for a moment, and tried to go back to his paper work. Julie's face flashed in his mind again, with the feeling that something was wrong. "Tattoo!" He called.

Tattoo appeared on the steps just above the study. "Yes, Boss?"

"I am afraid something is wrong with Julie. I hope I am wrong, but I have the feeling that she is in extreme danger. Please send the island police to her bungalow. I am going over there now to check on her."

"Yes, Boss," Tattoo said as he went to the desk and picked up the phone.

Julie had managed to break free for a split second. She took a deep breath for another scream. "MISTER-" Charles slapped a hand over her mouth. He pulled a formidable looking fisherman's knife out of the sheath on his belt. He held it against Julie's neck. He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her into the bedroom. "One more word, and I will kill you, Julie!" Charles threw her on the bed and climbed on top of her. He pulled off his belt and tied her hands together. "Now I will get what you promised me."

"No, she did not promise you anything," Mr. Roarke said from the bedroom doorway.

Charles looked up in surprise. "She's mine!" He exclaimed. He held the knife above Julie. "If I can't have her, no one will!"

"Is that so?" Mr. Roarke queried as he fixed his gaze on Charles. Charles felt his grip on Julie relaxing. "Julie never was yours to begin with. It was all in your mind. Now you will let her go, and never bother her again. Nor will you ever bother any woman again." Charles slumped off of the bed. The knife slipped from his hand. He wanted to fight Mr. Roarke, but felt immobilized.

Mr. Roarke stepped aside as two island police burst into the room and grabbed Charles. Sobbing, Julie scrambled off of the bed and ran to Mr. Roarke. He put his arm around her. "You are safe now, Julie. Take him away," he told the island police. Mr. Roarke untied Julie's hands and led her to the living room. He sat her gently on the couch and got her a glass of water.

"I had no idea he was here, " Julie said between sobs.

"I had a feeling something was wrong," Mr. Roarke said. "I did some investigating in your hometown. When I found out that Charles had left suddenly, I was afraid that he would try to come here."

"And I was so careful," Jullie said.

"You can't stay here tonight with the bungalow in this condition. I will have the staff make up a room for you in the house."

Julie gave Mr. Roarke a watery smile of gratitude.

Mr Roarke rose and extended a hand to Juile. "Come."

Julie took Mr. Roarke's hand and obediently followed him to the main house.

A few days later, Julie, Mr. Roarke and Tattoo were at the plane dock. Julie was dressed in a pretty sundress. She had decided to go home, now that it was safe.

"Mr. Roarke, what will happen to Charles?"

"He is in the Fantasy Island penitentiary and facing multiple serious charges. He will not be going anywhere for a long time," Mr. Roarke told her.

"At one time, I really did care for him. Then he changed into a different person. "

"There is a better person for you somewhere out there, Julie. What about your friend Greg?" Mr. Roarke asked.

"He is going to be alright. I visited him in the hospital. I had to thank him for trying to help me. We are going to take it slow. We'll write letters and maybe visit each other."

"What are your plans for when you get home, Julie?" Tattoo asked.

"I am going to continue my studies in education. I really enjoyed working with the children here. And I would like to help women who are victims of domestic violence and sexual assault."

"That is a very noble ambition, Julie. You will do well in whatever you do."

"Thank you, Mr. Roarke. Goodbye." Julie gave her godfather one last hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Goodbye, Tattoo," Julie bent over and gave Tattoo a kiss on the cheek as well. Both men blinked back a tear.

"Goodbye, Julie," they both said.

Julie walked up the gangplank to the plane. She turned around at the plane's door and waved one more time. and Tattoo waved back. Then she went inside.

"She really will be Ok now, won't she, Boss?" Tattoo asked.

"Yes, Tattoo, she will," Mr. Roarke answered as the plane took off. Both men waved one last time, then turned and got into the car to return to the house.

The end.