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Code Omega	By : HobNobsAndTea Category: Individual Celebrities > Tom Hiddleston Views: 1456 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"My client has spent more time in a block cell than she deserves, on charges that we both know are trumped up on absolutely nothing," Ms Cooper argued to the prosecutor across the table. "We don't even know who is behind these charges, so how can there be a defendant if there is no plaintiff?" Rosalie knew exactly who was behind it, but he had yet to make an appearance. She sat directly across from Smith, who leveled a look at her in an attempt to flatten her tone. It didn't work.
"Mr Smith, you know as well as I do, that every witness I've brought in here to testify to Ms James' character is perfectly qualified to testify again if this nonsense should continue. And you know as well as I do, that this case holds no weight any longer. In a few hours, your own team will have gone through the same medication records as my own team, and will have found zero behavior even related to what she is being accused of having done."
"It's really not quite that simple, Ms Cooper," Mr Smith started. "There has been a pattern of young children dying while under her care, particularly over the last seven years." "Do you mean the last seven years when she's worked on a pediatric cancer ward? Those seven years? Honestly, Smith, it's like you have no idea what goes on in a hospital," she retorted. "Now, I have put in a call to the Chief Prosecutor over at Crown Court, and I expect an answer from him within the hour. The evidence you've presented is flimsy at best, and inadmissible at worst. My client has done nothing wrong, has absolutely no history within the court system neither here, nor in the states. She's not a flight risk. And you know damn well you had no business holding her as long as you have."
The door to the office opened slowly and a paralegal stepped in with a blanched expression. Smith looked up to him, and Rosalie turned in her chair. "Sir, we finished going through the records you asked about." Smith jumped up and closed the door behind him, starting a heated discussion with with paralegal. Rosalie watched through the glass wall as Smith seemed to get angrier and angrier, and the paralegal looked like he was on the verge of tears. Smith shooed the other man away, and pinched the bridge of his nose. Walking back in, Rosalie smiled. "Have a little trouble with those records? Or just have trouble finding any evidence against my client?" she said coking her head to the side. Her phone began to ring at the same moment, and she pulled it out of her pocket.
"Rosalie Cooper...yes, your Honor....I'm actually meeting with him right now, actually.....yes, of course....Ohh, thank you for doing that, sir....Yes, I'll be sure to tell Mr Smith....yes, sir....Thank you sir, you too." She locked her phone before putting it in her pocket. "It appears the Chief Crown Prosecutor looked over some of the evidence we presented to him. Gave a second listen to all those interviews and whatnot. And while my client may be under investigation, she has yet to be charged with anything. Which means holding her in custody for the last three days? We'll be sure to add that to our list of things to address before the Court."
Smith had no words. But he knew who would.
"If you'll excuse me, I'm going to have my client released from jail. I suggest you call ahead and make sure she's ready." Rosalie turned on her heel and exited the office. Smith took a breath for the first time in what felt like hours. She certainly knew how to take all the air out of a room. He walked to his desk, and picked up his phone. But he didn't call the police station. He dialed a number, and it rang twice. When the other end was answered, he told the person on it, "She's being released." He placed the phone back in the cradle and sat down, waiting for the backlash from what just happened. He waited a few minutes before making his next call. "Yeah, Davies? We have a problem."
You never felt more alone then you did right now. They didn’t let you out of your cell at all, you even ate there. Being in complete isolation meant they checked on you at meal times and that was pretty much it. Maybe someone peered in the window of the door at you every now and again. So when the door of your cell started to open and it wasn’t near a meal time, it definitely had your attention. You sat up seeing two guards and the lead officer for your wing.
“Come on. Get up.” He says, “You’re being transferred.”
You quickly reach over picking up your jacket slipping your arms into it, “Really? Am I going home?” You ask hopefully.
“To another wing of the prison.” He says dryly. “Hurry up.” You were a little disappointed but at the same time it would be good to get out of this room. You’d been staring at the bare walls for three days and you felt like you were losing your mind.
You follow the first guard out as the other two glance at each other following after. You couldn’t help but look around as you walked with them. Everything seemed just as drab and depressing as it was presented in the movies. But it was a place of correction and punishment for breaking the law, committing horrible crimes it wasn’t supposed to be fun or pleasant. It hurt your heart to imagine that you’d have to be here for a long time. Especially if you were labeled a child killer. You closed your eyes and swallowed the knot in your throat that would swell and choke you every time the thought past your mind.
Coming to the end of the hall, there was a key code that the lead guard punched in before the door buzzed and they escorted you through it. Two more locked doors and a gate before you started down another hallway. This was definitely different then the parts of the prison you’d already seen and been occupying. Then, coming to a pair of large double doors, you felt a wave of fear wash over you when they opened the door. It was the mess hall and it seemed that the entire prison population inhabited it. You hadn’t seen any other prisoners before now. The first guard stepped through but your feet were frozen in place.
“Come on.” One of the others said pushing you through the door. You took a breath and straightened your back just having to get through. You just had to walk through it to get to wherever they were moving you and it was over. You followed closely to the lead guard not understanding why they weren’t moving faster. You’d be willing to run if they were willing, but it was just a normal steady walk.
Suddenly, there was a commotion on the far side of the room. A fight had broken out and was quickly spreading. “HEY! KNOCK IT OFF!!” The one guard pushed you back, “You! STAY HERE!” He ordered as he and the other two guards rushed over to break up the fight. When they ran from you it felt like you had no idea what to do and had been abandoned. You were frozen in place your eyes glued to the guards.
Suddenly, another group of prisoners started to move and were rushing past you. Pushing you and shoving you out of the way as you tried to make yourself as small as possible. Then you were shoved back even further into the crowd. You were shoved yet again when suddenly you felt someone punch you extremely hard in the lower back. Then a second time, then a third time. Your eyes were nearly rolling back in your head as you turned around and a fist came across your face.
A tall, light haired woman who seemed as though she worked out with weights, her hair in small braids all over her head, with scars visible on almost every bit of skin that was showing was attacking you for only God knew what reason. She came at you again as you stumbled back holding up your hand trying to halt her attack, but she towered over you and punched straight down at you landing you on the floor. You coughed spitting up blood as the inside of your cheek had split.
You rolled over on your back gasping for air as you saw a shiv seem to appear in her hand. You couldn’t breathe as she gave a shout starting to fall on top of you. However you lifted your leg quickly kicking her squarely below the sternum with your heel as hard as you could. She fell back coughing as you’d managed to knock her wind from her.
There was blood gushing from your lips and a huge black mark was starting to appear on the right side of your face from where you’d been hit so hard, but you quickly got up onto your feet knowing if you just laid there you were going to stay vulnerable. She got to her feet as well gritting her teeth as she charged at you again with the handmade knife. Moving faster then you could think, you dodged to the side of the weapon and grabbed her wrist. You pressed your thumbs into the pressure point causing her excruciating pain and the knife slipped from her grasp. Before you realized what you were doing you turned back and hit her across the face with your elbow.
Before anything more could happen, the guards finally seemed to return and pulled the two of you apart. She was immediately forced to the ground on her stomach, the shiv picked up before it would disappear back into the population. You gasped hardly able to stand on your feet as one of the guards wrapped his arms around you from behind nearly lifting you from the floor to get you out of the common area. You looked back at the woman on the floor and whispered, ‘thank you Stephen’ as you were taken away from the general population. A place you never should have been in the first place.
Tom and Ms. Cooper arrived at the facility to pick you up and bring you home only to be told that you were in the infirmary having been attacked by another prisoner. Horrified Tom demanded to see you and be taken to you immediately, instantly Ms. Cooper was on the phone to the judge to relay what had happened with every intention of having someone’s job for this. You were meant to be kept in isolation, there was no reason on the face of the planet for you to be taken from your cell before she had arrived, and under no circumstances were you ever meant to be anywhere near the general population with actual convicts. Something was going on and they were going to get to the bottom of it.
You open your eyes finding yourself in a hospital bed, with Tom sitting next to you holding your hand. A smile sweeps his face seeing you awake. “Hello darling.” He says with a smile.
“Tom? They let you in to see me?” You ask a little woozy.
“You’ve been released. Ms. Cooper and I came to the prison to pick you up and take you home. When we got there they told us what happened. We took you from the infirmary and brought you to a real hospital to see you were given the proper care. Luckily, they didn’t find any severe damage, but you’re going to be very bruised and in pain for a little while.” He explains.
You sit up looking around and he helps you, “Can we go home please? Tom? I don’t . . . I just want to go home, please?”
“Yes, of course darling. As soon as the doctor comes back and gives us the okay we’re free to go.” He kisses your forehead gently having missed you and worried about you desperately. He touches your bruised cheek ever so slightly, tears in his eyes. “I’m sorry darling, I’m so sorry this happened to you.”
You close your eyes and sigh shaking your head your hands resting on his chest, “I’m sorry you were dragged into this mess. God, Tom. I’m so sorry. I never wanted any of this to touch you.”
“Hush.” He shushes you gently pulling you into his arms. You wince slightly feeling the pain in your back where you’d been punched repeatedly in the kidneys. “I’m taking you home where you’ll be safe and can rest.” He kisses your ear stroking your hair gently before holding you tight in his arms again.
You hadn’t really slept since you were taken into custody. How could you? You were in a strange place, you were being treated like a serial killer, and the fear and worry that you suffered just made everything that much worse.
Between the medication that had been sent home with you from the doctor, and the injections they’d given you for pain at the hospital it knocked you out, you didn’t even remember coming home. You were asleep almost immediately in the car. Tom carried you into the house and placed you in bed to let you rest seeing how exhausted you were.
That evening, you woke and came down going into the living room. Tom had been sitting on the couch reading a script. Instantly he put it aside and walked to you, “Hello there.” He says taking your hands and kissing your uninjured cheek gently, “How are you feeling sweetheart?”
“Like I’ve been beaten with a 2x4 and tossed into a pit of rattle snakes.” You admit with a sigh. You look up at him never being more thankful to see anyone in your entire life, “Tom . . . I missed you.” You’re eyes started to tear as you instantly wrapped your arms around him and he quickly embraces you tightly against him. “I missed you so much. I thought . . . . I don’t know what I thought . . .” You breathed not being able to stop yourself from crying. “I was so afraid . . . . afraid that . . . .”
Tom hugged you even tighter against him the length of your body pressed to his, “I’d never leave you darling. Never, ever.” He whispered into your ear. You close your eyes resting your head to his shoulder trying to stifle your sobs. He holds you tight, caressing your back and your head letting you cry. “We’re going to fix this. Everything’s going to be alright. I promise.” He kisses your cheek, “I promise.”
You nod a little trying to pull it together and stop being such a whining mess. “Are you hungry darling?” He asks softly. “Can you eat?” You lean back a little reaching up and wiping the tears from your face. “Okay. I’ll order your favorite, and it’ll be here in a little while. How does that sound?”
You smile a little, “It sounds good.” You say softly. “Is it okay . . . can I take a shower before it gets here?”
“Of course darling.” He kisses your forehead. “Whatever you’d like.” He says with a smile looking into your eyes so happy to have you home in his arms again. “Will you be alright?” He questions.
You nod a little, “I just want to wash that place off of me. Just . . . get it all off of me.”
He nods understanding completely, “If you need me, I’ll be here.” He kisses you gently hugging you once more before you turn going to the bathroom and he takes out his phone to order dinner.
The next morning you and Tom paid a visit to the lawyers' office, and you were surprised to see Luke. "Luke, what are you doing here?" you asked. He had quite an expression on his face, one you couldn't read but you knew it was serious. Ms Cooper motioned for you to have a seat, and Tom pulled out the plush chair for you. "What's going on?"
Ms Cooper and Luke looked at each other before filling you in. Luke started. "Ms James, I'm sure you know by now my firm did some background research on you when you came into Tom's life." You bristled slightly- you knew the importance of it, but you didn't have to like it. He continued, "I have connections many people don't, and I use them to make sure my clients and friends are with people who are genuine, and not trying to take advantage."
"Of course," you nodded.
"When you came back into Tom's life a few months ago, I decided to revisit that research. And I found out some information that may be very relevant regarding your previous marriage," Luke finished explaining. You didn't like where this was going. You could really tell why you didn't like this, but you knew what would come next couldn't be good. Tom reached over and took your hand. "Darling, I know this is hard for you. But we need your help."
Ms Cooper spoke up, "Ms James, do you remember anything about the medications your ex husband prescribed for you during your marriage? Anything at all?"
You thought for a moment before shaking your head. "No. I don't remember. He just said they were really strong vitamins, and that they would help us get pregnant. I figured he'd spoken to a fertility specialist at the hospital, and that's where he got them." You really couldn't remember, it had been so long ago and you tried hard to forget about it honestly. But certain things were coming back, like how they made you feel when you took them. "Why do you ask?"
Ms Cooper looked down to you and exhaled. She really hoped you could remember. "Luke may or may not have found why he's so desperate to keep everything a secret. And it may involve you." You balked. What did Michael implicate you in now? "What are you talking about?"
Luke explained more for you, "We spoke to one of Michael's former partners, a Doctor Evans." "I remember him, he was a great guy. I was always disappointed Michael left that practice," you said when Luke paused. "Yes, well...it seems Dr Evans was a little leery about how loose your ex was with his prescription pad. And the types of medications he was ordering for his patients. Prescribing things like massive doses of anti-depressants for patients who had heart attacks."
"That's not abnormal, I would see that all the time when I worked on the heart floor," you said. "At these levels, it is abnormal. It's possible it was part of a setup. He would prescribe these doses, and then when a patient would code, he could be the one to be there and save their life. Making him look like a hero."
Your mouth ran dry. He accused you of being an Angel of Death, yet he was the one almost killing his patients? You couldn't believe it. But Luke wasn't done. "When you were together, what kind of lifestyle did you have? Where did you go on vacation, where did you shop? That sort of thing?" You looked up at him with even more confusion. "Why are you asking me this? What does it matter where I went on vacation back then?"
"We also think he was receiving kickbacks from the drug manufacturing companies. Massive ones. And I don't have to tell you how illegal those are," Ms Cooper replied. Your head swam, trying to recall every detail you could about your past life- yes, you and he lived well. You took trips all over the place together, lived in a big house, you shopped at nice stores, went out to eat at the best restaurants. You just figured Michael's practice always did so well. Being a heart surgeon, you never questioned it. And it's not like you handled the finances- Michael had an accountant for all that. One less thing to worry about, he always told you.
"Darling," Tom interrupted your thoughts, "can you remember anything? Anything at all?"
You turned to him with a far-away look. "I'm trying. I pushed it all so far away, I never thought I would have to use it like this," you said.
He brushed your hair back off your shoulder and cupped the back of your neck. "I know. And I'm sorry we're asking you to do this. But this could help get him out of our lives, for good this time."
"This could be the key to his undoing, Ms James. We need you to remember everything you can. No detail is too small," Ms Cooper said as she came to lean against the desk facing you. You nodded. You realized just what you were getting yourself into. And as you thought back, you realized this was going to do two things: take everything you had left out of you, and hopefully, make room for everything else you wanted so badly.
You sigh trying another key on your keychain. “You don’t have it?” Tom questions.
“I have it, I have it. I just . . . haven’t been here in a while.” Finally you find one that fits and jiggle the lock until it comes free. “UGH!” You say shaking your head taking it off the metal loop. You turn the handle and slide the door of the storage unit up. Reaching over you flip on the light looking around. “Yup. Everything is still where I tossed it.”
Tom follows you in arching a brow. “What is all this?” He questions.
“Stuff I couldn’t ram into my flat when I moved here. It’s pretty much junk, I’m just to lazy to go through it all and get rid of it.” That was a lie. There were a lot of painful memories in here and you didn’t want to mess with it. You continued to pay rent on it every month because you didn’t want anyone else to mess with it either.
“Well.” Tom says looking towards you, “Maybe I can help you go through everything. Maybe get rid of some of these . . . old and done with memories.” He suggests. You smile softly and look at him. He wanted so much to help you. Even with something as dumb as going through your old junk.
Working your way to the back wall you sigh seeing several boxes of papers. “Here they are.” You pull one down and take off your gloves and hat putting them aside. “They’re not really in any particular order. I was sort of . . . you know, fleeing at the time.” He nods and kisses your cheek reaching for another box pulling it down to help you go through them.
A while later your eyes light up, “here! Here I found one.” Tom gets up and walks over kneeling down beside you looking over your shoulder. “I have three of them. They’re receipts from the pharmacy where I picked up my medications.”
“Does it say what they are?” He questions taking one from you looking them over.
“No, just numbers. No wait, maybe they’re medication identification numbers. I’m not sure. I don’t know what they mean.” You sighed and smirked slightly, “Some nurse I am.”
“If these were experimental drugs they might not have had names yet.” He smiles and kisses your cheek, “This might be it. It might be what we need to put him away.” Wouldn’t that be wonderful, God you hoped it was.
You took the prescription receipts to Ms. Cooper’s office before going to dinner. When you got home, you showered and changed into your knock around clothes. Tom had a roaring fire going in the living room and smiled when he looked up and saw you come in. “Better?” He questioned as you plopped down on the couch beside him and he wrapped an arm around you and you cuddled up against his chest.
“Jeez. That was a lot of dust. Even for a storage unit. Maybe I should just skip the next payment and let it go.” You say with a sigh.
“There’s nothing in it you want?” He questioned.
“I think we got the most important bit. Maybe that’s why I kept it all these years not understanding why I bothered. Because there was something in it that I needed and just didn’t know it.” You admit staring into the flames.
Tom kisses your head and rubs your shoulder holding you close. Your cheek was looking much better now and your back wasn’t hurting like it was when he first brought you home. He could touch you now and it didn’t cause you pain. “It’ll be over soon love. Then we can put all this nonsense behind us.” He wraps his other arm around you kissing your head again holding you close. He steals one more kiss loving the way you smelled when you came out of the shower. He loved the way you smelled before going into the shower. Even when you were sweaty and dirty from a day of cleaning.
Your eyes started to flutter closed in the warmth of the fire and the comfort and safety of Tom’s tight embrace. You yawned a little and snuggled closer as his large strong hand gently stroked your back. However, right before you were completely asleep thoughts started to creep in. Your mind was back where it had been dwelling since this whole mess started. Your eyes open and you sigh softly.
Tom looks down at you having thought you were almost asleep. “What’s wrong love?” He questions his hand moving to stroke your hair.
Hesitating a moment you said in a quiet voice barely above a whisper, “Do you think . . . he ever loved me?”
There was a moment as Tom collected his thoughts his eyes on the flames of the fire, “I don’t know.” He said honestly. “I don’t know how anyone could do the things he’s done to you, much less the reasons behind it.” You take a breath and closed your eyes hugging tighter to him. Tom knew you were hurting. All of this was drudging up memories you had done your best to forget and leave behind. His fingers slid through your hair before gently touching your chin raising your face so he could look into your eyes, “It doesn’t matter anymore sweetheart.” He says gently. “I know that you loved him. Very much so to be hurting like this even after all he’s done and these past years. But darling, you need to understand . . . you didn’t deserve anything he did to you. Not the way he spoke to you, not the pain he caused you, not the lies and deception he cursed you with when you were with him. All of that doubt your feeling? That insecurity? Blaming yourself for the atrocities you endured? That’s him. That’s the power he exerted over you and tries to maintain.” He looked into your eyes knowing you were listening, but it was difficult for you to just push it aside and leave behind. Not when you’d been living in this nightmare for over a decade.
As you look up at Tom you cocked your head slightly. Where did this man come from? Like someone took all the ingredients of the perfect human being and managed to mix them in the right recipe and out popped Tom. How was it even possible? You weren’t such a fan of his kind gentleness in the beginning, but you’d since warmed up to it. “Do you love me, Tom?” You ask softly.
He gazes into your eyes touching your chin once more before kissing you tenderly, his fingertips brushing your ear slightly. The kiss parts and he looks down into your eyes, “More than words can say.” He whispers against your lips. Your eyes tight closed a small smile graces your lips. You believed him when he said it. You knew he was telling the truth. He wasn’t lying or trying to curry favor or using you. He really did love you.
Reaching up you slide your fingers into his red hair and pull him down into another passionate kiss as his arms tighten around you holding you close. It had been a while since you’d been together. Things had gotten a little out of control, and when you came home hurt he wasn’t about to impose. Yet in this moment everything else seemed to melt away and you just wanted to be with him. As close as you could get, and closer.
Breathing deeply the kiss parts but you remain close together both of you beyond aroused. You pull back just enough to move to straddle his lap before finding his lips and devouring them once more. His hands move to your back just under your shirt as he slowly slides them up your bare skin. You grind against him slightly causing him to moan in pleasure of feeling your body against his. He pulls the shirt up further letting you know he wanted it off. You sat up and lifted your arms as he pulls it over your head and tosses it away, cupping your face pulling you close to kiss you again.
It didn’t take much or very long for him to become painfully hard in his track pants. You could feel him twitch against you as you continued to rub your body against his. He closed his eyes and rested his head against your breasts as you kept up the strong steady movements. His body quivered and you could feel his hands holding a bit tighter wanting to feel your warm skin.
One hand to your back, the other wraps around your knee and with one swift move he turns you over laying you back down on the couch beneath him. Lying over you, he kisses your face, then your neck working his way down to each of your breasts and then your tummy. Yours hands rest to his head, your fingers gently stroking through his hair. Within a heartbeat, he pulls off your lounge pants and underwear baring your body to him, removing his shirt tossing it away as well. Kissing your knee, then back up your inner thigh, his hands caressing every inch of you as he makes his way back up over you looking down into your eyes a moment before tasting your lips.
Your hands rest on his shoulders, embracing and then moving down over his back, you couldn’t get enough of him. You loved this time of day, just before you went to bed and he had the slightest bit of stubble on his cheeks. In the morning he looked even hotter with the red fuzz on his face right before he shaved. It sent tingles down your spine.
Both of you beyond anxious and eager, it wasn’t long before you feel him press into you slowly not wanting to enter if you weren’t ready for him. However, as always, you were beyond ready. With one swift jerk of his hips he fills you causing your eyes to roll slightly as you arch your back beneath him pressing your breasts harder against his chest. He begins to thrust in deep steady movements keeping his eyes on your face watching your movements, every emotion, every reaction he wanted to see it all. Your hands gripped to his back as your body writhed beneath his masterful movements and attentions. Soon, you could feel that familiar warmth of pleasure welling up inside you and your legs clinched to his waist as your body tenses tight around him. He thrusts a little harder and deeper until he feels you shake around him and cry out in ecstasy. At once he joins you bursting deep within you.
Riding out the pleasure you shared your eyes opened and you met each others gaze for a long moment, your hand gently resting against his face looking into his crystal clear eyes that shined with love as they looked at you. He was beautiful. In so many countless ways. After a moment he leans down tenderly and lovingly kissing you before resting his cheek to yours, holding you tight just wanting to love you, take care of you, and protect you forever.
Tom woke the next morning before you, just watching you sleep for a bit before he left. You couldn't work while the investigation was still going on, which made you feel pretty useless. But as far as Tom was concerned, he loved having you at home. He imagined it to stay that way after you were lucky enough to actually get pregnant; but he also knew you were headstrong enough to pretty much fight to go back to work. So he just took it where he could get it. He was allowed to dream though, wasn't he?
You stirred when Tom gently brushed your bangs off your forehead, and cracked one eye open to see his smiling face looking down at yours. "You are so cheerful in the morning I'm almost suspicious," you mumbled out. He laughed lightly before kissing you and murmuring, "Good morning to you too, my darling." You rolled onto your stomach still facing him and asked, "Do you have to work late again today?" "I do, sweetheart. We're a bit behind in shooting, so the director is trying to play catch-up. I'm not sure how late we'll be. If you're worried about someone getting in, I can hire another guard, or-" You cut him off with your hand on his chest. "It's not that, babe. I'm just...still trying to get used to this being 'my' home. It doesn't feel like it yet.
Tom furrowed his brow. "Really? Do you...do you not want to be here?" he worried. "Of course I do," you said. "It's just different from what I've known for the last several years. The last person I lived with was my ex, and then I was on my own for so long. It's just a period of adjustment," you finished explaining. Tom nodded. "I understand. But I want you to know, this is your home now. And we can do whatever you want to make it feel that way." You smiled. He really did have a way of saying all the right things at the right time. "Maybe I'll come up with something today, then?"
"I can't wait to hear them," Tom told you. "Maybe...one or two for a nursery? You know, just...in case we need them sooner than expected?" He bit his lip. He couldn't wait to get the ball rolling on that journey. You just giggled at him. "All right, maybe I'll do that then. In the meantime, I need coffee."
After Tom left for the set, you sat in the living room thinking about how to make yourself useful. That was the worst part of it on some level, that you couldn't work. That was all you had known, was getting up before dawn for those twelve-hour shifts, working your fingers to the bone and helping children feel better. Making families feel better. You felt alone in all this, too. No one you knew had ever been accused of something so awful, so you didn't have someone to commiserate with about it.
You moved your thoughts onto happier things, more productive thoughts. Like what Tom said about making your new home 'yours', and how you planned to do that, even if in small ways.
~*~
"How the fuck did she get released? I had that prosecutor in my back damn pocket! What the hell?!" Michael shouted. He spun around to one of the men standing near him. He didn't ever bother to learn their names. It was easier to deny involvement in the whole thing if he could honestly say he didn't know who was who. Illegal drug activity was like that. "You! Go find out what the fuck happened, and I want names of who got her out."
The man left the office of the warehouse shaking his head. Michael threw himself down into his chair and brought a hand to his mouth. He was getting nervous. And when he got nervous, he got sloppy. Going to your old flat was the dumbest thing he could have done. Even though he swore there were no cameras, he would wake up in the middle of the night worried he'd forgotten about one or another. Then he would worry someone would find the connection, however loose, between the judges he'd gotten to oversee his divorce proceedings from you. How he had paid them off the way he did. And how those judges had connections to people here in London.
He only hoped he could hold it together long enough for his allegations to hold up. At least to get them before the right judge.
It was after midnight when Tom came home. He smiled seeing you curled up on the couch with a book, a blanket over your lap. You must have dozed off while reading seeing how your book was resting on your chest.
Walking over to you, he carefully removed the book from your hands and closed it to put it aside. He couldn’t help but smile a bit more seeing it was a book on healthy and fit pregnancy. Crouching down beside you he gently takes your hands in his. Your eyes flutter open and you sit up with a start not having heard him come in and looked around. “It’s alright darling, it’s just me.” He says in a soft voice.
You stretch your back a little bit, “What time is it?”
Tom looks at his watch, “About 1:30am.” He says resting his hands on your knees as he looks up at you. “How are you feeling love?” He questions.
“I’m alright.” You say with a smile resting your hand over his. “Little hungry. Was gonna grab something after a read a few chapters of my boo . . .” You look around on the floor and under your blanket not seeing it. Tom smiled and nodded towards where he had set it down. You bite your lip and blush a little that he’d seen you reading it.
He couldn’t help but chuckle, “It’s alright darling.” He says taking your hand and kissing it. “You don’t have to be embarrassed. I’ve been looking up a few things myself in anxious anticipation myself.” You smile a little but before you can ask him what that meant he reaches up sliding his fingers through your hair. “There’s an all night café about 15 minutes from here, they serve some really excellent food. How does a late dinner sound?”
“Don’t you have to be on set early?” You question.
“Nope. I have the rest of the week off.” He stands offering you his hands, “Want to?”
You smile and push the blanket off before taking his hand and standing up. “Let me get my shoes on.”
“Alright. Warm coat too!” He says patting your behind as you hurry to get your things.
A while later, the two of you are tucked into a corner booth at the back of the café, holding hands and playing footsie under the table like two teenagers. Both of you drinking wine and just enjoying each other’s company detached from all the other garbage going on in life. If a person looking on saw the two of you, they wouldn’t think it was possible for it to get anymore cutesy, but when your entrees came you fed each other. Neither of you could stop giggling knowing how silly it was but not being able to help yourself.
It was nearly 4am before you finished your meal and you left with your arms wrapped around each other walking out to Tom’s Jag. Both of you quite smitten with each other as the kisses began once you got to the parking lot. Walking to your side of the car, Tom turns you to face him resting his hands on your waist as he passionately devours your lips. He presses you up against the door, eagerly tasting your kiss once more. You can’t help but wrap your arms around him eagerly returning his every affection. Your hands roaming over each other, desperately grasping to one another’s bodies just wanting to be close and touch.
However, it was rather cold outside and you were in public so if clothes started coming off, that would probably result in some more issues in your lives then you already had. The kiss breaks when Tom smiles against your lips, his fingers in your hair as he gently cradles your head in his hand. You can’t help but smile at the silliness of it. “What?”
“I have something for you.” He breathes before kissing your lips once more and reaching into his jacket pocket taking out a small box. You look at it curiously as he holds it before you in his hands. “Now, I want to explain to you that I’m not pushing the subject that you told me you weren’t interested in pursuing right now.” You listen quietly not certain where this was going, “And I realize this might be a . . . well somewhat primary school thing to do, but . . . if you would, I would like you to wear it.”
You look at it your curiosity peaked, “What is it?”
Opening the box he slips it into his hand, before putting the box itself back in his pocket. He takes your left hand kissing the palm, then your knuckles as he slips a band onto your middle finger. Your eyes go wide as you look at it. Silver with a emerald heart cut solitaire that fit your middle finger quite comfortably. “It’s a promise ring.” He says with a soft smile. You look up into his eyes quite taken by surprise by it.
“A promise ring?” You repeat still a little in shock.
“I realize that what a promise ring is supposed to mean that one day it’s to be exchanged for an engagement ring, which in turn would be exchanged for a wedding band . . . but I’m going to make a different promise.” He says holding your hand over his heart with both of his as he leans close and whispers to you, “I promise, that if you give me your heart, I will protect it and cherish it always. And that I will love you for all time.” He said gazing deeply into your eyes.
You can hardly breathe unable to look away from his crystal clear blue eyes that looked at you with such love and sincerity. No one had ever looked at you like that; no one had ever cared about you so much. You could feel a knot of emotion swelling in your throat and tears welling up in your eyes. Your lip quivers slightly as you take a breath realizing he was waiting for an answer. Finding you can’t speak or even make a sound, you simply nod. After a moment you can squeak out a broken emotional, ‘yes’. The smile on Tom’s face widens a little as he holds your hand tighter. “Yes” you say a bit louder before wrapping your arms around him hugging him tight. Closing his eyes he embraces you against him lifting you from the ground a moment before setting you back to your feet, and anxiously finding your lips placing a passionate loving kiss.
You woke much later than usual, tangled in the bedsheets, Tom's arm draped over your stomach as he lay behind you still asleep. You cracked one eye open and saw your new ring glint in the sunlight peeking through the blinds. It all came back to you- the admittance that it was so primary school, but it was the sweetest gesture. The emerald was beautiful, the clearest one you'd ever seen. You wondered if the emerald was a nod to Loki- it made you grin, even still half asleep. Loki *was* the character that really brought you two together. Sometimes the scene from the hospital would creep back into your thoughts....and the scene that unfolded back at your apartment when it was over. The thought sent an excited shiver down your spine. You turned over to face Tom, and watched him for a moment.
You always felt peace with him. No matter what insanity was going on in your life, he always managed to be this weird, calm center. You examined his features- his high forehead, those cheekbones some women you knew would kill for, that little divot in the tip of his nose that was starting to drive you crazy. You ghosted your fingers over his eyebrows and down around the edges of his face. You could really see his Scottish roots in his red hair. Brushing your knuckles lightly over his earlobe, Tom stirred. You paused, but only for a moment. He pushed his face further into your hand, scratching you with his stubble. He cracked his eyes open against the sunlight and saw your face. He sighed contentedly. “You’re up before me? That is a first.”
“Just barely,” you mumbled back. Tom pulled you closer, enfolding you. You buried your head in his chest, wrapping your top arm around him. You tucked your left arm between the two of you and flattened your hand against him. And you felt his heart skip a beat when the silver came in contact with his skin.
~*~
Tom’s phone broke the comfortable silence mid-afternoon. He didn’t reach for it at first, not until he saw who was calling.
“Yes, Ms. Cooper?…Yes?…Yes, we can be there…That sounds wonderful, we’ll be right in, thank you.” He slid the phone into his pocket and smiled at you.
“What was that? What did she say?” you asked, doing little to hide the anxiety in your voice.
“She wants us to come in. Said she had some good news regarding the case, and possibly some information against your ex.”
“Well, lets go! Let’s leave right now!” you all but shouted. Despite the fact that you had barely changed out of your pajamas- actually, you had slipped into one of Tom’s shirts, and that was the extent of “changing”- you leaped out your chair and headed for the door. Tom grabbed your wrist, laughing, “Hang on! Let’s get you dressed first! You’ll freeze out there in just that!”
Less than half an hour later, you were sitting in Ms Cooper’s office with bated breath. She had told Tom it was good news, not you. So all you could do was hope he wasn’t just putting on a good face for the sake. Your stomach flipped, and you bit your nails. “Darling? It’s all right. She said she had good news,” Tom said softly pulling your hand away from your mouth. You swallowed and nodded.
Ms Cooper burt through the door seconds later. “Well, my dears, I have heard from the Chief Prosecutor on your case, and he has informed me that he has gone over every piece of evidence, listened to every witness testimony, and has finally come to a decision.”
Your eyes widened and fixed on her. Her words hung in the air, like smoke. You felt your breath getting shorter. Tom squeezed your hand. After an eternity it seemed, she finally continued. “And he has decided there are to be no charges officially filed against you.”
Everything around you became silent as her words echoed in your ear. The breath left your lungs. You were certain you were about to fall out of the chair onto the floor. If your legs worked, that is. You were pretty certain they wouldn’t right then. You thought you felt Tom grab you up into his arms, but you couldn’t be sure, not until you found yourself standing. He was holding you upright as you still struggled.
Tears burned your eyes and you took a lungful of air. You fell against Tom as you cried, finally tears of happiness and not all the sorrow you’d experienced lately.
Ms Cooper interrupted the celebration, however. “We’re not done yet. If you would please, Ms James, I believe we can retaliate against these claims, and we actually have proof and evidence against your ex-husband. And if you’re willing, I’d like to get started right away.”
You wiped your cheeks. Going after Michael? It sounded ridiculous. You were pretty sure you’d never win. You hadn’t before, as much as you’d tried. Then again, you never really had any real evidence against him. Now you had a paper trail from the prescriptions, photographs from when he attacked you. And a lawyer who you wouldn’t want to be on the opposing side of in your worst nightmare. You looked up at Tom. “What do I do?”
“Whatever you feel you should do. It’s entirely up to you, darling. And I’ll stand by you, whatever you decide.”
Facing Michael in court again wouldn’t be easy. You steeled your nerves and made up your mind. You were sick of running and hiding, sick of looking over your shoulder afraid, and sick of swallowing all those awful memories. You nodded. “Yes. I want him to answer for everything he’s done to me."
You sat in the bathroom tapping your foot with a sigh looking at your watch every 3 seconds. With a sigh you lean against the wall wrapping your arms around yourself hating these few minutes you had to wait. Who knew you could buy pregnancy tests in bulk? Hell, who knew you bought pregnancy tests in bulk. You were actually going to see about getting one of the digital ones so you didn’t have to use the disposable ones.
The alarm on your watch went off and you dove for the test picking it up from the counter. Closing your eyes you sigh in utter disappointment. Once again, negative. Shaking your head you tossed it in the trash before washing your hands, then your face before looking in the mirror. The doctor said it was normal that it was going to take a little time. Still, you couldn’t stop the flood of disappointment and worry that came after every test you took.
Walking out of the bathroom you turn off the light and stretch your back a little having changed into your PJ’s after getting out of the shower and braided your hair. The routine was to take a test before bedtime, even though you’d only been trying for a couple of weeks. You were anxious to know, as was Tom.
Tom looked up seeing the look on your face, “Oh darling.” He puts down the script he’d been reading taking off his glasses and putting them down on the nightstand. He holds his hand out to you and you take it as he pulls you onto the bed and wraps his arms around your waist kissing your neck and shoulder before embracing you tightly. “It’s alright sweetheart. It will happen it’ll just take a little time, that’s all.”
“I know. I’m just . . . I’m anxious.” You say with a sigh resting your head to his shoulder.
“I know love, but you have to be patient. Didn’t the doctor say that stress was going to be a factor as well? With everything going on right now it’s probably not helping. Once we get it all squared away then it will be easier I’m certain.” He says in an attempt to comfort you.
“Aren’t you anxious too?” You question looking at him. “I mean, I know I’m the one with the problem. Your tests came back basically saying . . . you’re very viral . . . practically a stud.”
Tom grins ‘ehehehehe’ and you can see him blush around the ears slightly. You can’t help but smile and kiss them. “Well then,” He says reaching up stroking your face before sliding his fingers into your hair looking into your eyes, “I suppose we should give it another go, wouldn’t you say?”
Both of you giggle slightly before he kisses you tenderly. You smile looking into his beautiful eyes as they gaze at you with such love. You’d waited all your life for someone who loved you like Tom did, it was still hard to believe that you’d found him. That he’d found you. You wrap your arm around his neck as you kiss again more passionately then before. Tom’s arms wrap around you hugging you tight before his hands wrap around you and carefully lay you back down on the bed beneath him as he lays over you. Both of you anxious to shower each other in affection.
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Michael sighed as he sat with his lawyer who explained to him everything that was going on. Of Tom’s lawyer’s campaign to uncover everything that went on during your marriage. Somehow, they’d gotten a hold of the specific ID numbers of the experimental drugs that he’d been using on you made things even worse. Drugs that never even made it on the market because of the countless unacceptable side effects they caused.
“Can I ask whatever possessed you to use them on your wife of all people?” The lawyer finally asked.
“I needed a test subject that I could monitor 24/7.” He answered. After a moment he added, “And that bitch wouldn’t give me children. She’d killed them. She needed to be punished for that. For playing games with me.” He hissed.
“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.” The lawyer said. “Things are going to get messy here Michael. I may be able to keep you out of prison, if you don’t do anything foolish. Luckily because it’s nearly been a decade since these things took place, a statue of limitations may save us from a large number of these charges. But once again, you mustn’t act rashly or do anything foolish. Whatever your past might have been with this woman, you have to remember and consider the fact that you have a wife and children now you have to think about.” He reminded him. Michael just gave a nod as the lawyer packed up his brief case. “You have my number if you have any questions or concerns.” Michael gave another nod as the man turned and left his office.
Michael laced his fingers together leaning back in his chair. He’d had private detectives following you frequently since your divorce. He always knew where you were and what you were doing. When the two of you were married you were young, you were naive, little more than a child who needed a caretaker. He made your decisions for you even before you were officially man and wife. He didn’t really give you the chance to grow up, nor did he attempt to teach you or show you how to be independent. He preferred to keep you as you were, needed him, depending on him completely. It made you easier to manage. But you weren’t stupid; you were very intelligent, extremely clever. The top of your class in medical school, and one of the top nurses in the nursing profession. Something you did on your own without him. This made you less manageable, and proved that you could indeed think for yourself.
Now news had gotten back to him that you and Tom were indeed attempting to get pregnant. Something he was less then pleased about as he was certain he’d knocked such ideas out of your head of having children of your own. In his mind, you didn’t deserve them. Not to mention that in his mind, you still belonged to him and always would. Even though you and Tom had kept it successfully a complete secret between you and Dr. Miles, it seemed that now Michael was in on it as well.
“I think it’s time you and I had another chat, little girl.” He growled under his breath. “I’ve let you run wild a bit too long.” He was still cross with you over the miscarriages, and even more cross that you managed the divorce. The only reason he’d sign the papers and let you go, is because he was advised that if he struggled or fought against it to much it might draw unwanted attention into their lives and just feeding you experimental drugs wasn’t the only thing he was into at the time. Otherwise, he never would have agreed to it.
The following day, Tom had gone in for shooting on his current project. Since the charges had been dropped, and expunged from your record things seemed to have died down enough that not only could you breathe, but it seemed like the ‘terror threat’ had gone down a few colors. So you weren’t worried about going out alone. Tom, however, wouldn’t have approved if he knew your plans for the day after he’d gone to work.
After Tom left you headed out to the shops to see if you could find a Clear Blue Easy system or whatever the equivalent was to that in Britain. Then you couldn’t buy it directly you had to purchase it and have it sent to the house under your alas that had been set up for you. It was all very cloak and dagger and sometimes you couldn’t help but giggle at the silliness of it, but it was definitely a secret worth keeping. You can’t remember ever being this happy. Ms. Cooper said that it was possible for you to return to work at the hospital at the end of the month once everything was squared away, which was a great relief. You weren’t sure you were ever going to be allowed to work again; much less return to the job that you’d been frog marched out of.
After finding what you wanted, paying for it, and filled out the slip to have it sent to the house, you decided to window shop through the mall. Of course you couldn’t help but linger by the baby story looking at all the cute little baby clothes, and things. There were some little red crimson velvet dresses, with a satin sash that looked absolutely adorable. Obviously they were for baby’s first Christmas and had matching outfits for older siblings as well. You could feel yourself grinning from ear to ear as your eyes moved over them. Oh, it was going to be so much fun.
Unknown to you, you were being observed. As you turned and continued on your way, your ‘shadow’ got up and followed you as you walked about. They wouldn’t actually approach you until you returned to your car in the underground parking garage that had no cameras, no security, and was completely enclosed. Homework had definitely been done.
You made your way down to the garage. It was quiet, even though it was nearing Christmas and there were more shoppers out and about. Almost too quiet. You got a chill, but quickly dismissed it. You couldn't place why you felt this way, but it was like there was somebody in the garage that you couldn't see. Like it was haunted or something crazy. 'You're being silly, just get home before Tom comes home and he'll never be the wiser,' you thought.
You kept walking to your Jeep, hopped in and backed out of the spot. In your rearview mirror, you saw a black, very nondescript car turn its lights on as you started to pull away. It followed you out onto the street, and turned right out of the garage. You hadn't shaken that weird feeling you'd gotten back in the garage on the way home, and halfway there, you noticed the same car still in your rearview. You tried not to believe it, that you were being followed. Surely that was the dumbest thing you could think, that you were being followed. Michael couldn't possibly have that kind of time on his hands. And anyways, why wasn't be already back home in the States? Were his wife and kids not waiting on him to come home?
You tried to block out the thought- maybe it was pure coincidence. Any number of homes lay between Tom's home and the mall you visited. That was surely the explanation, right? Of course, you decided. Still...there was something about the car that seemed weird. As you finally made the turn into Tom's neighborhood and punched the code into the gate's keypad, the car slowed to a crawl and passed you.
~*~
Sitting on the couch after getting home and triple-checking the locks, you tried to clear the thought away. There's no way somebody was following you. The charges had been dropped, and you were all but certain Michael wouldn't still be here in London. There'd be no reason to follow you.
Your head snapped up as you heard the back door knob rattle. With your thoughts still running through your brain, your heart began to race. You heard the lock slip and took a sharp, quick breath. But let it go as you saw Tom's figure step through the open door. "Darling? I'm home...where are you?" he sang out. Your heart returned to normal as you heard his voice. He had that affect on you for some time. You walked into the kitchen to greet him. "There you are, my girl. I've missed you."
"You've barely been gone a whole day, my silly man," you teased. "Doesn't matter, I miss you every time you're not with me," Tom replied. You smiled at each other as he pulled you close for a kiss and a tight hug. He really did miss you every time he left. As you pulled back from each other, he furrowed his brow at you. "Love, what's the matter? You look worried about something."
You paused. You didn't really want to tell him about your crazy fantasy of being followed, especially when it was probably nothing. But Tom thankfully came up with an answer on his own. "Are you still worried about everything regarding getting pregnant? Darling, I told you, there's nothing to worry about- I'm sure it'll all settle down soon and we'll have no trouble at all. And before long, we'll have children running all around the house. We won't even know what to do with all of them!" he comforted you playfully. You laughed at him. "I don't know about all that many, Tom! My god, someone has to take care of them all when you go all over and shoot!" you played back. The two of you shared a laugh and another sweet kiss.
"There's not a thing in the world to be worried about, love mine. Everything will be fine, I have no doubt about it," Tom assured. He kissed your forehead and you pushed the thought from earlier out of your head. There was no reason to bring it up now, especially when it could have been nothing. But a little nagging voice told you that may not be the case.
You lie awake with a small smile on your lips. Your head resting on Tom’s shoulder that was wrapped around you. God he was so incredibly handsome. Especially now when he was asleep, sex hair because you couldn’t stop sliding your fingers through it at every opportunity. After a while a small smile appears on his lips “It’s nearly impossible to sleep with someone starring holes through me darling.” He says gently as his hand starts to move over your back again.
You giggle a little hearing his remark. “I can’t help it, who could lie next to a wonderful man like you and not stare?”
He leans over kissing your forehead before wrapping his other arm around you holding you tight, resting his cheek to your head. “Were you a cat, I imagine your tail swishing back and forth wildly as though you’re about to jump on prey.”
You smile and kiss his shoulder, then his chest back up his throat as you get up straddling his middle rocking your body against his slightly. Leaning down you kiss him deeply, tasting his tongue as he slides his fingers into your hair returning the kiss anxiously. “One more? Just a quick one?” You whisper anxiously before kissing him again.
Tom groans into your mouth against your lips not being able to help but chuckle. “Mmm, sweetheart . . .” You kiss him once, then again, not allowing him to get a word in edge wise. “Darling . . .” Your body grinds against his a bit more anxiously trying to coax his body into coming out to play. However Tom grasps your shoulders holding you back just enough to catch his breath so he could look up at you. “I have to be on the set in just a few short hours and I’ve had hardly any sleep this week. The make-up crew are getting a bit annoyed with me about having to cover up the bags beneath my eyes.” Your entire body seems to slump in disappointment. He touches your chin, “Love you know it is my favorite thing in my life, in the world actually to make love to you. But I can hardly call in tomorrow and have them want to know why their leading man is delaying production. Somehow I don’t think the excuse ‘I’m all shagged out’ is going to be a viable excuse.”
“Okay.” You say softly dismounting and lying down on your side of the bed, your back towards him as you push your pillow under your head. Tom frowns wishing he could give you want you wanted, but you’d already made love twice tonight after going to bed, and he was dead tired. He slides closer, his body melding against the back of yours as he spoons you tightly wrapping his arm around you. He kisses your shoulder, then your neck, then your face before resting his cheek to yours.
“Do you still love me?” He whispers softly.
You furrow your brow laying back enough so that you could look up at him. “Of course I do. What sort of question is that?”
He smiles and cups your face in his hand kissing your lips tenderly. “I love you, you know.” He whispers looking down into your eyes, “So very much.” His thumb strokes your cheek gently. He rests his forehead to yours, “So trust me when I tell you, this isn’t something you can force sweetheart.” He whispers. “I am totally on board with sex as many times a day, as often as we can manage. But darling, remember . . . even though we are trying to get pregnant . . . I still want to make love to you. To show you how much I love you, to make you feel good. Do you remember the first time we were together in your apartment? You invited me over and made dinner after work at the hospital.” His hand moves down your naked body before resting over your abdomen his fingertips gently circling your soft skin there. “Do you remember the pleasure that would build here, more and more until your thighs quivered, your knees buckled, and you cried out my name over and over again?” He whispers into your ear. “Do you remember how we devoured each other, again and again? How one orgasm would barely subside before another shook our bodies and take us again?”
You close your eyes remembering it quite vividly. “I thought you wanted to sleep.” If he kept talking like this you were going to raid his closet for a few of his scarves and put them to good use.
“I just want you to remember, my love. That there is a purpose beyond our wanting children to our intimacy. Perhaps instead of focusing solely on our goal, we focus on each other.” Reaching up he touches your chin once more before kissing you passionately.
He was right. You were losing sight of the most important reason for sharing a bed and as a result things were starting to become a bit routine and clinical. Of course you loved him, more then you thought it possible to love anything or anyone. When the kiss broke, you looked up at him with genuine remorse in your eyes, “I’m sorry Tom.” You whisper more than a little embarrassed and feeling like a heel. He smiles and kisses you again before cuddling up against you, both arms wrapped tight around you as he spoons tight against the length of your back.
“It’s alright darling. Let’s get some sleep now and I promise we’ll make up for lost time this weekend. I have Friday through Monday off.” He says nuzzling your ear before resting his cheek to yours. You smile a little and nod in agreement. You wrap your hands over his arms that embraced you tightly. He wasn’t a sperm donor, he was your lover. You couldn’t forget that, and he deserved far better.
The next morning after Tom went to work, you sat up on her tablet going through your e-mail finding that this month’s new medical journals were out and you always liked to read them. As a nurse you wanted to know what was new to better assist the doctors and help the patients. It was always fascinating to see what new things had been discovered, incredible to know that the minds of today were paving the way for better healthcare tomorrow. Then maybe, someday, little ones like Jacob won’t have to be sick, and can grow up and live their lives. You paused a moment and sighed rubbing your eyes a little. Whenever you thought of him, your eyes would still mist up.
Wiping the tears from your eyes, you shake it off and go back to your reading. Just then, your phone starts to ring and you reach over not even looking at it before you picked it up. “Hello?”
“Hello sweetie.” You freeze in place, your eyes wide. You look at the phone seeing that the call was from an unlisted number.
“How did you get this number?” You demand feeling a shiver down your spine.
“Oh there are many things I know. Many. Enough, that I also know if some of it was say, leaked to the media by an anonymous source . . . it would not only tarnish your precious boy toy’s reputation, but blow his promising blooming career into little bitty pieces.” He growls into the phone. “I imagine those lunatic fan girls of his would love to know your living with him and he’s trying to knock you up.”
You tablet slips out of your hands and falls to the floor when he said that. Your eyes as big as footballs. “You can’t, Michael. You just . . . .” God that would be the worst thing in the world that could happen. What you had been afraid of from the beginning. Tom’s career being affected because of your fucked up life. “Why are you doing this? Why can’t you just leave us alone? We’re not hurting you! We aren’t doing anything to you!” There’s a pause and your stomach turns as you can almost feel the grin on his face through the phone. “What do you want from me?”
“I want you to meet me that that little coffee shop on the corner in downtown in 15 minutes.” He ordered.
Dear God you didn’t want to, certainly not alone. “If I refuse?”
“Then you and your playmate are going to make the evening edition and the 8 O’Clock news. I can just see the headlines now ‘Rising star falls out of the sky because of relationship with suspected child killer’.” He says with an eerily sadistic tone of satisfaction in his voice.
Tears fill your eyes at the thought of it as you began to chew your nails, “Why do you want to see me?”
“Now you have 14 minutes to get your pretty little ass down here. If you’re so much as a minute late, I’m sending some naughty little anonymous messages out to some media outlets that will be happy to chew the two of you up and spit you out in a matter of hours.” Then the phone went dead as he hung up on you.
Oh dear God, why was the happening? Why now? Why like this? Why couldn’t Michael just go away forever and leave you alone? Ms. Cooper had put gag orders on everything in every direction, but you couldn’t very well issue a gag order to every fucking person in the universe. Once it was online and in the open it would spread like wild fire in a matter of minutes. You shook your head and hopping up hurrying to the bedroom pulling on some clothes and grabbing your car keys and purse. Locking up Tom’s house you hurry to your jeep and hop in peeling out of the driveway. You had less than 10 minutes to get there and stop Michael’s big mouth completely fucked up your lives.
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