Gently collapsing onto my sweat soaked body, he places his head on my chest and I can feel his heart pounding in his chest against mine.
“God I love you angel, please don’t make me panic like that again?”
Now I get it. That was him being possessive and reassuring himself that I'm ok and that I'm still here. Not that I'm going to complain because that was bloody amazeballs.
Giving him the reassurance I know he needs, I wrap my arms around his shoulders and hold him to me before saying.
“I can’t tell you how sorry I am that I made you worry, that was never my intention.”
“I know it wasn't Angel, I know you didn't want to hurt your best friend and mine, I get that. It's just when I read your text all I wanted to do was come back to you, and I couldn't.”
Now I just feel even more guilty. I don't say anything in response to what he's just said to me. It's my fault I made him feel like that. So I just lie there and say nothing.
“You’re my heaven angel, when you hurt I hurt as well.” He softly says against my naked skin.
I know how he feels because I feel the same way.
Pulling his body from mine he picks me up yet again like the spider monkey I've become.
We both make our way towards the ensuite as we're both a hot sweaty mess. We shower together washing each other like it's second nature to us. Once we're done he steps out before me, pulling the white fluffy towel of the warmer that's attached to the bathroom wall, wrapping himself up before me. Then he picks me again and makes his way back into the bedroom. He dries me off and then he disposes me gently onto the bed.
“Get in angel.” Doing as I'm told I climb under the covers, watching as he sorts himself out before getting in himself.
We cuddle up together like we do every night, with me under his arm with my head on his chest and we fall off into a deep slumber. His heart beat being my lullaby.
I'm woken up to the sound of a phone ringing, not realising it's mine, the vibration from it ringing making the phone shake around. How it's not woke Connor up I don't know.
I sit up in bed rubbing the sleep from my eyes and letting them adjust to the light before I grab my phone off the bedside table on my side and see it's a number I don't recognise. I check the time on my phone and notice it's four in the morning.
Who the fuck would be ringing me at this time? The only person I can think it would be is Karina, so I quickly make my way towards the bedroom door making my way out of it I close it behind me before I answer the phone, hoping to god it’s Karina.
“Hello... Karina is that you?” I whisper trying my best to quiet so I don’t wake Connor.
“Try again... Allie.”
I have no clue who this is, but the way he says my name sends shivers down my spine., only hearing the venom in his voice when he continues.
“First things first, I have someone who want’s to say hello.” I hear rustling in the background before all the hairs on the back of my neck stand to attention.
“Allie?.. Allie, whatever he asks you to do, don’t do it.” I then hear a crack which is followed by an almighty scream. “Argh.” I know it’s Karina who’s screaming, and I know he’s just cracked her one somewhere as I heard the sound of bones crunching.
“Please... don’t hurt her, what is it you want from me?” I'm panicking now, to the point where my heart is beating out of my chest. “Whatever it is please… just leave her out of it, she’s done nothing wrong.” I start to pace the floor now, wondering what I should do, then it comes to me. Connor he’ll know what to do. I start to make my way towards the bedroom, getting myself ready to wake Connor, but I'm stopped in my tracks when he speaks again.
“Don’t even think about it. Connor plays no part in this Allie. You hear me, not if you want to see your precise mofo again. Now you will do exactly as I tell you and no one needs to get hurt.”
What the fuck?
Can he see me?
Is he watching me right now? No he can’t be, surely not. That would mean there’s cameras in this room. The hairs start to stand to attention on the back of my neck. I think I’m going to be sick, just the thought of someone watching my every move has my stomach turning. So I start looking all over the place, under things, on top of things, and luckily I don’t find anything, which has eased my nerves a little. The nerves are still there but I can cope with them for now.
“I know what you’re thinking Allie, you think I’m watching you right now but I'm not. You see Allie, I've gotten to know you very well over the last few months and I now know the way you think, the way you do things, and running to Connor will only make this situation worse for you and Karina.” Shit.
It’s not over like Connor said it was. Not even close, which means Connor was wrong. Then the penny finally drops he was told by Charlie his PI. He never actually spoke to Rebecca himself. I swear my face is as white as a ghosts right now.
“C… Ch… Charlie is that you?” I stutter.
“It doesn’t concern you who I am, now no more questions. You need to listen and listen good. There’s a flight booked for you in two hours, you will be on it. When you get back to London I will contact you again with further instructions. Only you Allie no one else. Are we clear?” I can tell by the seriousness in his voice that he isn’t messing around.
“Ok.” I have to admit defeat, knowing there is nothing else I can do about the situation I now find myself in. I follow his instructions down to a tee. Noticing I'm still stark bollock naked I grab my clothes off the floor from our early love making, dressing myself quickly. Then I make my way into the bedroom where Connor is still flat out asleep, taking one last look at him not knowing if I'm ever going to see him again.
I grab my suitcase which is sitting in the corner of the bedroom, from my earlier packing and I start packing the rest of my things I have left out, which only takes me about half an hour as I'm just throwing the stuff in any which way. I then throw on the first pair of shoes I find which just so happens to be a pair of trainers. Maybe I do have a bit of luck on my side.
Knowing I'm almost set and ready to go I make a grab for my passport and purse which were in the safe locked up. Double checking I've got everything I look back at Connor yet again as a single tear falls down my face and hits the floor. I lean over the bed and place a single but long kiss on his lips, then I walk out the room with my suitcase trailing behind me without looking back. Snatching up my phone from the sofa which I look at longingly, remembering that only a few hours ago I was making love to the man I love on it.
I make my way out the hotel door in the same clothes I was wearing before Connor came back from his show. Now is not the time to give a toss about what I look like.
I just need to keep the people I love safe. And that is what I intend to do, no matter the cost I will achieve this.
I’m a survivor, it’s what I do best.
I want your love and
I want your revenge, you and me
Could right a bad romance.
Connor
I wake up ready for whatever the day brings, feeling happy and very satisfied I fully stretch out my stiff body. I start to feel around for Allie on her side of the bed and notice it’s empty and cold, like she hasn’t been there for a while. I know she hasn’t been sleeping a lot lately, with everything that’s going on, I don’t blame her. She’s had a lot of up’s and down’s the past couple of months, but with learning that Rebecca is now in hospital thanks to her having an overdose, she can finally relax now it’s all over and done with.
I come to the conclusion that she must be in the shower or out in the living area. I try my best to listen out for her to gage where she might be. I don’t hear running water or see steam coming out from underneath the bathroom door, so I know she’s not in the shower, which only leaves the living room. It’s either that or she’s nipped out for a decent cup of coffee and some breakfast from the hotels restaurant.
Then all of a sudden, out of nowhere I get a funn
y feeling in the pit of my stomach, and I don’t like it. Something has me looking around the bedroom, and that’s when I notice most of Allie’s belongings aren’t there, in fact none of her belongings are. No half used perfume bottles, no makeup scattered all over the dresser, no random clothes dumped around the room. Not a single thing, and her suitcase is not in the corner of the room where it was when we fell asleep last night. In fact it has been sat there since the day we arrived in Madrid.
What the fuck? I bolt from the bed, grabbing a pair of boxers from the draw on my side of the bed. Still half asleep and in a hurry I try my best to pull them on without falling flat on my face. I clear my throat before I shout out for Allie. I'm feeling more anxious with every second that passes.
She can’t have left me? We were both fine when we finally passed out last night. She wouldn’t just leave without saying anything that’s not her style, and to not even leave a note for me to find when I wake up? No, that’s not Allie at all. Then I start thinking about the what if’s. If she has just up and left me and how I don’t think I could survive without her, not again. If I’m completely honest with myself I know I wouldn’t survive.
“Allie?” I shout out my voice giving away just how nervous I am, I get no reply.
Where the fuck is she? I begin looking for her, even though I know she isn't in the bathroom I still start with there.... But as expected she wasn’t in there, then I make my way into the living area... still nothing. The only other place I can think of is downstairs, but surely she’d be back by now. There’s nowhere else she could be, and if she was downstairs she certainly wouldn’t need take all her stuff.
I run around the suite like a mad man in search for my phone, which I locate a couple minutes later on the sofa where I must have thrown it when I came in from the show last night. I find her number at the top of my call log and hit dial. It goes straight to voicemail.
“Fuck….” I have no choice but to leave a message after the fucking beep.
“Allie, Angel it's me. Where are you? I woke up this morning to find you and all your belongings were gone. You know what I'm like when it comes to you, so as you can imagine I'm running around fretting because I haven’t got a clue what's going on. When you get this can you please call me back… I love you.” I reluctantly hang up the phone when all I wanted to do was hear her voice and for there to be a reasonable explanation. But it doesn't come.
After having no success with phoning her, I start to panic that little bit more, when there’s a knock at the door. Thank fuck for that. She must have forgotten her key card to get back in.
I race towards the door in a hurry to get to her, I swing it open ready to jump on her, only I'm stopped in my tracks… It’s not Allie, it’s Johnny.
And my heart falls through my arse because it’s not her.
“What the fuck dude? You that pleased to see me?” He’s laughing, that is until I pull back from him and he sees the torment on my face. “What’s up, has something happened.” He’s starting to get distressed himself now. He knows I don’t act like this unless there is something seriously wrong.
“It’s Allie, I can’t find her anywhere and all her things have gone. No message, no nothing. She’s just gone.” She wouldn’t leave me. I know she wouldn’t, she know’s the hell I was in when I left her.
“You tried calling her or going knock on Karina’s door? Maybe she knows where she is, actually I bet my salary she would know.”
Fuck. He still doesn’t know K has left.
Scratching at my head, I look at him with fear in my eyes, which he spots immediately.
“Dude what the hell is going on? What aren’t you telling me?” I can’t hide anything from him, he know’s me better than I know myself. So I just come right out and say it and hope he can handle it.
“There’s no point in knocking on Karina’s door, she won’t be there…. K left dude, yesterday before the show. She made Allie promise not to say anything. I'm sorry… but she then made me promise not to say anything to you till after the show because of how you’d react. She was meant to tell you at some point between then and now. And yes I've tried calling her but all I got was the fucking answering machine, so I've left a message hoping she'll get back to me.”
“You-fucking-what? Please tell me this is one of them moments where you're pulling my dick?” His way with words makes me smile, but it only lasts for a brief second.
“I wish I was dude.” Remorse for not telling him sooner weighing me down.
Walking away from me he wraps both of his hands around the back of his neck, I can tell he’s trying his best not to punch a hole in something as he starts pacing the living area, and from years of friendship I know he's going to blow his lid any minute.
And I'm not wrong. A glass that was left on the coffee table is his victim. It goes flying across the room, shattering into tiny little pieces on the floor when it makes contact with the wall. Ok, so instead of punching something he’s decided to break something. I don’t know which one would have been better to tell you the truth.
“Fuucccckkkk. This can't be happening.” He says talking to know one but himself, he’s still not looking at me.
He finally pulls himself together before turning to me with a lost look on his face, it pains me to look at him.
“So what you're telling me right this minute is that both of them are now gone? Just poofed? Vanished?” He asks with a click of his fingers for emphasis.
Making my way around to the sofa, I slump down and let my shoulders sag forward. I wince in pain when I bend my back, the sweet yet painful reminder of our love making session that took place in the exact spot I'm sitting in now. I thought the anxiety and panic I felt when I received the text saying she was ill last night was bad, how I'm feeling right now doesn’t even compare to it. I'm lost, back in hell. I have no idea where she’s gone or why, but I am going to find her even if I have to crawl on my hands and knees to beg her to come back, I will. I've done it before, and i’ll damn well do it again.
Pulling me from my thoughts Johnny plants his arse on the coffee table in front of me, looking at me expectantly, still waiting for me to answer his earlier question about the girls.
I take a deep breath and dive right in. I tell him everything I know, right up until I woke up this morning and my angel was gone.
“I'm sorry, I'm a little confused.” He says, then continues on… “So you know where Karinas gone, even though you don't know the reason why? Allie told you this, yet you have no fucking clue where your girlfriend is now?... Jesus this is fucked up man.”
No fucking shit Sherlock. He’d make a brilliant detective in another life.
“Yeah pretty fucking much dude… and I have no bloody clue where to start looking for her.” I confess.
“I do.” With that said he gets up and walks out. No explanation to me. Nothing whatsoever.
Never feel ashamed
Of a scar.
It simply means you were stronger
Than whatever tried to hurt you.
Allie
Flight leaves from Barajas International Airport at 7:30am make sure you’re on it.
I will be there personally to pick you up from Heathrow. No funny business, and make sure you're alone.
I'm on this damn plane to london as instructed with every thought imaginable running through my head. My brain’s going into overdrive thinking what I could possibly be walking into. I hope to god Karina’s ok, I know Charlie’s hurt her, I heard all the commotion over the phone. I just don't know to what extent that may be. I just pray he hasn’t left her with any long lasting marks, or scars.
Unlike me and mine.
I know she’s a tough cookie, or tries to act it at times, but I know her and I know what this is like. I understand what she’s going through right now, it messes with your head.
Karina’s always had a mouth on her, she never did know when to keep it shut, right now is one of them times when I silently urge her to keep her trap c
losed. By how he was with me on the phone, my guess is that he would only hurt her more if she give him shit. I won’t know anything until I get there, which technically shouldn’t be long, but time is at a stand still for me because I can’t get there quick enough. And when I do I haven’t the foggiest idea what is going to happen to me, or Karina for that matter. But I just couldn’t leave Karina there with him, and I know if I didn’t get on this plane I would never see her again. And that was never going to happen. I couldn’t and wouldn’t ever do that to her, and I know if she was in my shoes right now she would do the same.
I then start to think about Connor, who should be awake round about now, and no doubt he’s noticed I'm not there anymore. I turned my phone off the minute I got on the plane, so if he’s texted or rang me I wouldn’t have a clue, nor will I ever if this Charlie has his way. I can’t see him letting me have my phone on me if he already took Karina’s off her, which I’m presuming as he rang me off hers.
I can see Connor now, running around the suite looking for me knowing all my things have gone and wondering why.
What will he think of me?
Will he automatically think I've left him, will he find someone else and move on?
What this Charlie wants with me I don't know. Is it something he has against Connor and the only way he knows how to get to him his through me? Or am I the one that’s done something wrong and kidnapping Karina was the only way he could get me to listen?
Is he the one behind all these threat letters I've been having? I just don’t fucking know anymore, and the sooner I find out the better for everyone.
I'm doing this not only to protect Karina but Connor as well, and hopefully he will see one day that I had no choice. He gave me no other choice. Not only that, but when he finds out that the Charlie he hired thinking he would be loyal to him, actually turns out to be the one behind it all. More to the point I'm hundred percent sure it’s the same Charlie, and if I know Connor the way I think I do he'll blame himself for it.
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