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The Island	By : StrawberryWine36 Category: Individual Celebrities > Colin Firth Views: 8936 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and I do not know Colin Firth and am not making any money or profit from this story.

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The great hall had been decorated in an abundance of silver garlands and the guests were beginning to arrive. Worthington looked around, rather tacky in his opinion but to be honest he wasn’t bothered, it was just a route to get where he wanted and if that meant tolerating a few hideous streamers then he wasn’t going to complain. The whole academy had turned out to see the ceremony and the room buzzed with low chatter as they awaited the bride’s arrival.
He was intrigued as to whether Colin would turn up but saw no sight of him, maybe he had given up. The minister nodded and drew his attention as the doors opened at the back and the headmaster walked down the centre aisle holding Georgiana’s arm, which was a good thing as she was very unsteady. She had recovered from earlier and was quite aware of things, just spaced out and dizzy. She felt slightly sickened as she walked as the scent of the headmaster filled her nose. The smell of 1970s aftershave and the soap from public toilets. It was a stench that made her stomach curl and her mind want to shut down. It all reminded her of what he had done to her, she wanted to push him across the room but knew that if she let go of him she would fall on the floor.
The minister read from his book, Georgiana stared ahead blankly. Worthington gazed at her, grinning. He couldn’t believe how well this was going. Halfway through his vows the door to the great hall slammed open at a rate that shook the walls, and everybody looked round to see what had happened. Worthington and Georgiana both turned their heads and Georgiana smiled as she saw a collection of figures walk down the aisle. Colin was at the back pushing a wheelchair with her uncle sat inside, grasping an oxygen mask over his face. A dark haired woman walked beside Colin, she kept her head down but glanced up every now and again.
“What is this?” exclaimed the minister.
“This wedding is not happening!” Lord Grant said slowly. Removing his oxygen mask to gasp each word. “Worthington, you have betrayed my trust greatly, I am very disappointed.”
The room went deadly quiet and Worthington was speechless for once. This, he was not expecting. The last he had heard, his master had been laid up in bed have taken a turn for the worse.
“Georgiana, I have someone who wants to meet you.” Colin began; pushing aside a stunned Worthington he gently took her hand and led her towards the woman. Frowning, Worthington followed.
“This is Elizabeth Alderley Grant, your mother.” He explained.
“But it can’t be, my mother is dead....I thought...” Georgiana took a step back, shaking her head.
The woman put a hand gently on her back in reassurance.
“No, I’m not dead; I’m very much alive, no thanks to that piece of scum standing next to you! He wanted me out of the way when you were very young as I knew exactly what he was up to. I knew he was a gold digger. I watched him with your father, Frederick, encouraging his gambling and drinking and pocketing as much of our family’s money as he could in the process! So he had me locked away in an asylum as soon as Frederick was put in prison. Though I have to say, faking my death by leaving my shoes on a bridge was so predictable! You could have been a bit more inventive Worthington.”
Georgiana stood back, a hand over her mouth. Worthington stepped forward, sweeping his hands over his head nervously.
“It’s all lies; this woman is some sort of imposter. Your mother died years ago Georgiana, don’t listen to all this rubbish” He insisted, pulling at her shoulder. “It’s always the same when a great fortune is at stake, all the fakers step up to try and get a piece of the action! Your mother is dead, there’s no changing that fact!”
“Worthington!” Lord Grant barked, taking all his energy. “Give it up. I know you stole my money to pay for my niece like she was in some sort of cattle market. Then I find out that you were responsible for the disappearance of her mother as well. You disgust me!” Coughing weakly, he pulled the oxygen mask back over his mouth and breathed deeply.
Realising that Lord Grant was struggling; Colin took Georgiana’s hand and led her towards them and away from Worthington.
“It’s ok.” He squeezed her hand gently. “You can come with us now. The police are on their way so I don’t think this place is going to be remaining open for too much longer.” He shot a glance at Worthington as he finished speaking.
“Police, well if they are coming for me they can take you as well!” Worthington looked panicky all of a sudden, fumbling in his pocket.
“I have already spoken to the police and my conscience is clear.” Colin replied, staring him straight in the face.
“We’ll see about that!” Worthington shouted, flailing around he looked desperately for the headmaster who was nowhere in sight. His palms sweaty, his pulse racing he flew to his next option and grabbed Georgiana from behind, his arm around her throat.
“Now, you are going to sit down, tell the police to back off, and you are going to let me leave with Georgiana!” He said quietly, the syringe in his hand shook violently as he spoke, his forehead beaded with sweat.
Colin approached slowly, his hands held out.
“Worthington, don’t do anything else stupid, let her go and we can go and talk to the police.”
As he got closer Worthington lowered his hand a few inches. The door at the back of the hall burst open with a resounding thud, echoing across the room. A crowd of uniformed police entered the room and stood at a distance waiting for a moment. Worthington looked around, a sea of girls seated who were staring and giggling, the headmaster had disappeared of the face of the earth and here was a vision he had never hoped would come back to haunt him. The vile mother of Georgiana and the wife of Frederick, Lord Grant’s brother. The woman he had mentally abused and sent to an asylum before carefully placing her shoes on that bridge, as if she had chosen that very exit. His hatred for her bubbled up within , each time she looked him in the eye it hit him like a brick, reminding him of why he had dealt with her in the first place.
“Frederick spent most of his life gambling, drinking and spending time with whores rather than be with you!” He spat at her. “So what makes you think you deserve any time with your daughter.”
“Because I may have been married to a very troubled man but I love my daughter and you never had the right to take that away.” Her voice shook as she held back her tears. “I’ve been in Spain Worthington, since you didn’t ask. I hid out there for a few years after you threatened me on what would happen if I returned. Of course an asylum can only be convinced of a person’s insanity for so long! But guess what, I’m back and I’m not the frightened little girl that you can bully any more, and nor is my daughter!”
“How the hell did you find out she was here?” Worthington seethed. Pulling tighter on the girl’s neck until she cried out in terror. Georgiana could feel the cold tip of the needle against her skin; she hardly dared move in case it pierced her.
“I found her Worthington!” Elizabeth Alderley Grant replied, tucking stray strands of auburn hair behind her ear whilst staring him out. All those nights that I was alone and Georgiana was locked in the tower, I sat at my laptop and I searched, asylums, records, anything! If it hadn’t been for Colin here spotting one of my many adverts online, then I would still be searching! You took my daughter away from me Worthington, and guess what; you aren’t as clever as you think you are! So give it a rest now because it’s over. I say it’s over! “
Worthington stood for a moment staring out at the crowd around him, sweat pouring down his face into pools at his collar.
“If I can’t have her then no one can!” He shouted his breath shallow, he tightened his grip on Georgiana and she screamed in fear. In a last bid for freedom he sank the syringe deep into her neck before racing towards the door and colliding with a group of officers.
Colin ran forward as she dropped from Worthington’s grasp, a tiny sigh escaping her mouth. She lay lifeless in his arms.
“Someone help me, she’s not breathing!” He looked around in panic as he held her close, watching the colour drain from her face.
A team of medics arrived that had arrived after the police were ushered swiftly over and gently took her from his arms. He was reluctant to let go but knew they would be doing their best.
“She’s not breathing!” He turned to Lord Grant who had his eyes shut and Elizabeth Alderley Grant ran forward to throw her arms around him as they stood helplessly while the paramedics worked on Georgiana, putting a mask on her face and attaching wires and tubes. Suddenly another paramedic arrived from the back of the room.
“Morphine.” He puffed. “He’s just given the info to the police, its morphine.”
“Naloxone!” The other paramedic shouted to his partner as the rest of the team crowded around, passing bottles and pieces of equipment. “I still can’t get a pulse. She’s asystolic!”
Colin stood back as instructed by the police and put an arm round Elizabeth. She was trying desperately not to cry; with the same stubborn pride as her daughter she put her head on his shoulder. As he was comforting her he noticed through one of the windows the sight of the headmaster sneaking past and down towards the forest.
“Hold on.” He frowned “There’s something I have to finish!”
Racing outside he spotted the headmaster lurking about amongst the trees and made chase. He caught up with him in no time and pulled him to the floor, throwing punches faster than he could draw in breath, his anger spilling out every time his fist made contact. The helpless feelings of not being able to save Georgiana, let alone the guilt of not being there for her when she was being tortured and abused up in the tower.
“St...Stop...” The headmaster managed, coughing blood over his shirt.
“You and him, you’re both scum of the earth!” Colin held a large rock above his face,
The headmaster caught his breath and wiped his brow, wincing in pain he glanced up and suddenly his panic stricken expression became a wide grin.
“So you’re going to kill me now, you think that will make things better?” He coughed, wiping another smear of blood from his lips.
“It will make it better for me!” Colin seethed, still poised with his hands above the headmasters head. His hands shook with the fury that coaxed him to needing to smash that rock into the man’s head. “You don’t deserve to walk away from here, she told me what you did to her, you sick bastard!”
The headmaster thought for a moment before realising what he was referring to. He grinned through blood stained teeth. “Oh yes, I had your pretty little slut, and she felt oooh so good. I can understand why you liked her so much! I can still remember how she felt, how it sounded when she screamed. Maybe that’s what she wanted, someone to really test her limits so to speak!”
He grinned maniacally, Colin could see the dismissive air in his nature and that the whole thing was a joke for him, that he didn’t even believe that he could be moments from death.
“Shut up!” He glanced at the rock in his hands, could he actually kill someone, I mean yes this man had abused and raped the woman he loved but death was a harsh and final thing to inflict on another human. He lifted the rock higher, psyching himself up for it when he heard a shout from behind him and turned to see the police team heading over towards them. He threw the rock aside and rolled over beneath a tree, covering his face, catching his breath and hardly believing how close he had got to ending a life. He could hear voices raised as the headmaster was taken into custody, the clink of metal as they cuffed him and the sound of footsteps fading as they took him away. He waited until it was silent. The silence was the worst, he had been too late, after all that he had lost her in the end.
A soft hand brushed against his face, he looked up to see Elizabeth sat beside him.
“Are you ok?”
“I was going to kill him.” He panted, staring down at his hands, the very hands that had almost taken another’s life.
“I wish you had.” She sighed. “He’ll get prison and a life of sorts; it doesn’t bring my daughter back.”
“He didn’t believe that I would do it.”
“Would you have done it?” She raised an eyebrow in curiousity.
“Yes, I think I would!”
All of a sudden, the twigs snapped as someone headed towards them at speed. Carlene burst through the bushes, out of breath.
“Quick, you have to come back to the hall....oh my god, what’s that? “ She gasped, noticing Colin’s blood stained hands.
“A lucky escape for someone!” He sighed, straightening his shirt and tie.
“Oh!” She replied. “Anyway, I came down as fast as I could, you need to come back up to the hall now!”
“Why, what’s happened now?”
“She’s alive! They just got an output, its early days but they are taking her back to the mainland, come on!” She beckoned for them both to follow. Colin jumped at once, taking Elizabeth’s hand to follow Carlene back up the hill.
Three days later Colin, Elizabeth and Carlene were sat around Georgiana’s bedside. Lord Grant had insisted on his niece being taken to the same private hospital that he himself attended. No expense was spared and the ward she had to herself was more like a cosy hotel room. Muted colours, gentle fountain decorations built into the wall and a large window which allowed the sun to shine through its healing rays. Georgiana had remained asleep all that time. Her eyes were closed peacefully and the only sound was from the machine beside her that fed the saline drip into her arm.
Colin had begun to nod off, the warm sun through the window coaxing him into well needed sleep. He flinched at the small squeeze on his hand and it took him a moment to register that he was still holding on to Georgiana’s hand. He gently swept strands of hair from her face and her eyebrows furrowed in response.
“Georgiana, can you hear me?”
She blinked heavily and squeezed his hand again before her hand fell limp against the bed as sleep overwhelmed her once again.
A very sincere looking doctor looked around the door at that point.
“Is there a problem?” He asked, his glasses slipping down his nose as he spoke.
“She moved, I mean, she squeezed my hand and almost opened her eyes, that must mean something!” Colin implored, desperate for some confirmation of hope.
The doctor frowned and looked over the machines and moved his hand across her face to open each eye and shine a light in search of response. He stood back for a moment scribbling in his pad.
“I can’t make you any promises, but if she regains consciousness there is an indication that she will have some degree of brain damage. At this point we cannot say what that will be.”
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