Chloe's POV
Sneaking down the stairs, with my back pressed against the banister, i peer over the top towards the living room. A figure sits on the sofa watching the TV. Its Gary, of course. I've texted Mark minutes ago, agreeing to meet up, the fresh air will do me some good after earlier's little moment. A good talk with a long term friend will help, i don't want to argue anymore with Gary, plus i shouldn't just be thinking about the pair of us, i should be more concentrated on this little one in my stomach. Whilst Gary continues to doze off watching the TV, very quietly i tip toe down the stairs, before espacing through the front door, it almost feels like i'm a prisoner. The reason why i haven't told him where i'm going is, because i don't want to stress him out, and now that he's got a bump to the head the past has repeated itself, the old wounds have been reopened.
Brushing away my thoughts, i finally reach the cafe where i've argreed to meet Mark in. Already i notice him straight away, wearing his usual style of clothes, he's the only man i know to wear those type of hats at his age. Walking into the cafe i swiftly force out a smile, as soon as his eyes latch onto mine. "Chloe!" Beaming me with a grin, he stands to his feet pulling out my chair for me, he knows how much i love a man being a gentlemen.
"Hiya Mark." We kiss one anothers cheeks before taking our seats.
"I've already ordered you a drink, fresh orange juice, its suppose to be good for you and the baby... vitamins an all." He points to the glass of brightly coloured orange juice, which sits in front of me.
"Oh...thanks Mark... how thoughtful of you. You haven't been reading baby books have you?" I joke, whilst taking a gulp of the liquid.
Shaking his head he laughs slightly. "Nah, i'm a doctor aren't i? This is just basic stuff. Anyway...how are you?" He asks the words i've been dreading to hear, Mark is a smart man he can easily tell when i'm lying, after all we've been friends for what feels like forever.
"Erh... i'm up and down... have you been up to anything lately?"
"Nothing i can't handle, the usual head deep in paper work saving a few lives here and there." Sipping his coffee he doesn't take his eyes off me, even though i'm focused on the bubbles popping in my glass, i can still feel his eyes burning in the side of my head. "Are you going to tell me how you really feel? Your body language tells me different to how you are saying you feel."
"Can't hide anything from you Owen, can i?" Gently i smile, whilst stroking my stomach where i release a deep sigh.
"Never...now come on...spill."
Hitting my fingers against my glass, i avoid his piecing eye contact. "It was nothing really...I...I mean... he didn't mean it... he was just upset..."
Mark lifts his hand with a face full on confusion, as he almost chokes on his steaming coffee. "Woah hold up. 'He didn't mean it'? What do you mean by that? Has...Has he hurt you?!"
"No! N...No...i mean...-"
"He has hasn't he?! That stupid fu-"
"Mark. Just...please don't..." Slumping back against my chair, i fold my arms feeling the tears prick to my eyes. I don't like talking about Gary whilst he's not here and espeically when its nothing positive. Mark slides back his chair, before nudging me over slightly, sitting now beside me on the empty chair.
"Come here..." An arm is coiled over the top of my shoulder, as my arms remain crossed. It doesn't take long until i surrender, allowing my head to freely rest against his chest, which is covered by only a thin material t shirt. "Now tell me...what happened...? Did you have an argument?" A gentle nod which is hardly visible is all i reply with, looking grim at my half drunken orange juice. "May i ask what it was about? You can call me a nosy old prick, but i'm only looking out for you, because i care about you silly." He tightens his grip a little, helping me to relax and feel safe once again.
"His...er...memory is still foggy...and its been getting him worked up over the simplest things..."
"As in?"
"Well today i wanted to finish off packing, but dinner was almost ready to be served. We were on the sofa talking and Gary offered to turn the oven off once the chicken was cooked, so me not thinking i agreed to not smoother him and allow him to take on such tasks..."
Mark listens carefully to me, stroking his hand against my arm, showing me support. "Right, ok..."
"So i guess he forgot, because the next thing i know is the house is full of smoke. When i finally turned everything off, Gary walked into the kitchen without a care in the world. He didn't even notice what had just happened, then he started pointing the finger. 'You didn't tell me' etc."
Looking stunned at me, Mark strokes his forehead with his free hand. "Wow... i didn't realise his memory was that bad... i can understand how frustrating it must be for you, its like having another kid."
"I'm not the frustrated one... he is... he started yelling then the tray almost ended up hitting me... i can't keep doing this...i need to protect the baby...i sound awful don't i? Protecting our baby from Gary?"
Breathing a heavy sigh, he looks down at me. "No woman should feel the need to protect her baby from its own father. Wait until i get my hands on him." Already he clambers to his feet, setting alarm bells off in my head.
"Will you stop this?! Hitting him isn't going to knock any sense into him!"
"It might do..." Mark smirks.
"And you really think its going to make it easier for me? He doesn't even know i'm here and especially not with you... he would go off his head if he knew."
"Oh big bad hard Gary... i'm shaking." Sarcastically he laughs, whilst holding his hand out into my direction, hoisting me out of my seat. "How about you come back to mine?"
Rising my eyebrows surprised over his comment, i let go of his hand. "Excuse me?"
"Well you need somewhere to stay, right? And i could do with the company..." His fingertips stroke my bare shoulders, for a moment my eyes close, just admiring the softness trace my skin. My emotions have been all over the place recently, its as if i'm a new person for all the wrong reasons. Suddenly something abruptly pulls me from my thoughts, a pair of lips skim across mine.
"Mark?!" Loudly i yelp, jumping backwards out of his contact. He even looks stunned over his own actions.
"Oh...Oh shit...er...s..sorry...Chloe... i just..."
"Don't bother. I knew this wouldn't be a good idea after the last time. I thought you were a friend, someone i could talk to... i guess i was just a ticket to you so you could get in my underwear."
"Wait! Chloe! It wasn't like that i swear, i just got caught up in the moment, i'm sorry ok?"
Swallowing hard i hold back the tears, i just need to get home and have a long sleep, maybe in the guest room tonight. "Forget it..." On that note, i trail out of the cafe, leaving Mark call and sigh for me to come back.
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After taking the extra long walk home, i finally reach our house again. Quietly opening the door, I'm greeted by complete darkness. The door creaks shut, whilst i fiddle around the wall, frantically searching for the light switch. Out of nowhere a pair of arms wrap around me, crushing my body. Feeling my eyes stretch, i try and make out who the figure is. The sound of sniffling and fast breathing echoes in my ear. "G...Gary?" Lifting my hand to touch the figures head, the street lights from outside shine through the door and onto his face. Its Gary. And he's crying. "Oh Gary...what's happened?" Still seeing nothing but darkness, we try and make our way to the sofa.
"Y...Y...You left...and...and i was...alone...and...I...I hurt you..." His body trembles ever so slightly.
"Hey...baby no... don't beat yourself up about it... i went out to erh... just for a quick shop whilst you were dozing on the sofa. I didn't want to drag you all over town, not the way you're feeling."
"B...But you didn't say anything? I...I...I thought you left me...for good...so i started panicking..."
"Gaz, no. Never would i leave you... no matter what...there's no one on this planet i love other than you... and this baby... you need to believe that..."
"S...Sorry..." He sniffs loudly with a blocked nose, finally catching his breath back and breathing calmly once again. "S...S...So did you buy anything?"
"Buy anything?" My mind goes blank.
"From the shops?" He looks up at me, whilst his arms are around my waist.
"Ohhh...um...n...no i didn't...went in a few baby shops, but there's no point buying anything without knowing the sex, is there?" Putting on a fake smile, my fingers run through the strands of his hair.
"Yeah...guess you're right... shame you didn't look anywhere else though." Its like Gary's started talking in riddles and at the state of my mind i can't figure them out.
"Eh?"
"You know..." Knocking me softly against my ribs with his elbow, he continues to stare up at me, this time with a smudge of cheekiness spreading at the corners of his mouth.
"Am i missing something?"
Both of Gary's hands press either side of my face, stroking my cheeks, until finally pulling my lips against his. The kiss lasts for around 5 seconds. 5 wonderful seconds which i've been craving all day. "God i've missed you, Miss Matthews..." Gary whispers. He hasn't called me Miss Matthews in a while, but it still manages to give me butterflies in my stomach. "I've missed having your skin pressed up against mine..."
"B...But your...stitches Gary...we can't...i'm not risking that..." Breathing faster from the kiss, i feel the warmth of his breath tickle against my neck.
"There's other ways...baby..." His breath is replaced with a tongue. A tongue which snakes down my neck, tracing my jawline all the way up to my earlobe. Gary's long fingers press deeply into my skin through my shirt as he speaks hoarsely.
"M...M...meaning?"
"Mhmmm..." Planting kisses up my right arm, which is above his head, his hands stroke in between my inner thighs. He's loving this. He might not be 100% healthy, but his luring and seductive charms are back. Nothing has changed that way, thankfully. His fingers swirl around my navel, until sinking towards the hem of my jeans, flicking his fingers against the steel button. "I want to feel you so badly..."
"A...Are...you sure?" Gripping to my bottom lip, my eyes remain closed as Gary's fingers begin to explore my exposed skin.
"More than ever... sit...sit-" He pants in the heat of the moment.
Prying open one of my eyes, i glance down at the flushed man's face. "W...Where?"
A mischievous look spreads on Gary's face, as a glint sparkles in his eyes, whilst still in the darkness. "On...On my face..." He instructs.
"Gary...but I...-"
"Now!" Demanding, he unzips my jeans before rolling backwards onto the sofa, settling into the right position. Confused and surprised over Gary's sudden mood change, i don't argue, not that i want to refuse this offer anyway, carefully i kick my jeans and knickers from my body. The bottom half now naked. Gary stares over into my direction, licking and smacking his lips. "Someone's been a naughty girl..." He growls, leaning forward. Digging his nails into my flesh, i feel my blood begin to boil from pleasure. Squeezing my backside, he gives me a hard whack, causing my skin to burn. Repeating his actions, i can't take it any longer, my body pleads for more.
"G...G...Gary...p...please...". I whimper.
For the first time, Gary listens to my pleadings. He rests his head against the back of the sofa, staring up at the ceiling. Very carefully, i step onto the sofa, both of my legs turn to jelly when placing one each side of him. Securing me, Gary grips to my thighs allowing me to turn around. Once in position there's only one thing left to do. Without hesitation he pushes down my hips, so i fall onto his face, sitting over the top of his mouth. There's no slow build up or pokes here and there, we both know exactly what we want and whats going to happen. Gary immediately dives in, flicking his tongue up inside my entrance, scratching his nails down the backs of my legs. "O...O...oh god yes..." Stuttering slightly, i place both of my hands onto his shoulders. Gary speeds up the licks, swirling here and biting there, adding as much pleasure as he can. Moving my body in time with Gary's licks, loudly i begin to moan. It seems like a decade since we've been this close and i still get the thought in the back of my mind that Gary being here is all a dream, but that thought doesn't matter anymore because he's added a finger or two to the mix, and boy does he know how to use them! Curling his fingers inside of me whilst his mouth is still occupied, he pulsates them deep inside of me.
My knees tremble like a leaf, this is all getting too much. Gary's a man with many talents and its exciting to explore those talents every once in a while. "Mmm...come on baby..." Gary grunt, as he begins to taste me slowly, acting hungry for me.
"F...fuck...oh god...yes...yes Gary..." Panting loudly, i can't hold it back any longer, as much as i want to, it feels far too good. Speeding up his fingers until they hit the correct spot which causes me to squirm. I finally surrender. "OOOOOH GARY!" Groaning loudly, my orgasm washes over me multiple times, filling Gary's delight. He licks every part of me up, including off his lips. Exhausted, i drop my head onto the arm rest of the sofa, trying to get my breathing back.
"Feeling de-stressed now baby?" Wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, delicately he plants tender kisses onto my covered breasts. Its almost like his kisses are acting as a way to say 'round 2 baby?'
The house phone rings, interrupting Gary's kisses. "Ignore it..." His lips vibrate against my shoulder. There's two thoughts running through my head, one being its the doctor maybe asking for Gary to come in for a check up... or the other one being Mark. Now that's one person I'm trying to avoid right now, after this evening...
"I...I better get that..." Silently i whisper, as my finger tickles his stubble.
"Oh...why? They'll ring back...I've got better things to do." He winks at me, whilst continuing to trail his lips over my body.
"It'll only take a sec... we don't want to be missing appointments now do we?"
Gary exhales a sigh, backing away against the sofa, where he folds his arms, child-like. "Go on then, but don't go into deep conversation...i need you right now." Obeying his instructions, i swiftly make my way over to the phone. Switching on the table lamp beside the TV, i pick up the wireless telephone, focusing my eyes onto the caller ID. Blinking my eyes a few times, i refuse to believe them.
"Who is it?" A mumble sounds behind me, as the feel of hands stroke along my spine, stopping at the bottom of my back.
"E...Erh...its...its your Dad..." It feels like someones dropped a led weight, as the room drops completely silent.
Friday, 11 April 2014
Saturday, 22 March 2014
Chapter 36
Chloe's POV
A week had passed since i was reunited with Gary. Finally we've made it home, even if Mark hasn't really spoken to either of us, i guess he's just giving me and Gary time alone to try and sort things out. Every day Gary is slowly getting stronger and hopefully as time goes on, his memory will be fully restored. Setting the timer on the oven, i walk back into the living room to find Gary sprawled out on the sofa watching TV. "Hiya babe..." Kneeling down in front of the sofa, my hand rests on Gary's kneecap whilst he flicks through the TV channels.
"Uh? Oh hi love."
"How are you feeling now? Do you want another coffee?"
Setting down the remote onto the sofa's arm above his shoulder, Gary shakes his head. "Oh god...i've had enough coffees in the past few days, i'll never be able to sleep at this rate. Yeah, i'm ok. Just a bit sore here and there, but nothing major... how're you?"
Running my hand through his soft blonde hair, softly i breathe a sigh of relief. It still doesn't feel real that Gary's here, that he's actually alive. "I'm good..." Gently i take Gary's hand in my mine, placing it over my stomach. "...We both are..."
"Erh...g...good..." Slipping his hand from under mine, carefully he tries to sit up on the sofa. Taking hold of his hand i try my best to help him to sit comfortably, until he pulls his hand out of contact again. "I don't need help." He winces.
"S...S...sorry..." Quietly i whisper, whilst standing back to my feet. Since the whole accident, Gary's moods have changed, making him have less patience which means he can become a little angry now and again.
Sighing deeply once he's positioned himself onto the sofa, he gently pats the empty space beside him. "No...i'm sorry... i shouldn't keep snapping at you for no reason...i know you're only trying to help and i can't thank you enough for sticking with and supporting me." The corners of my mouth curl into a smile. "...I love you... and erh... the little one too...of course..." An arm coils around my shoulder, allowing me to rest my cheek against his steady breathing chest.
"Can you believe i'm almost coming up to two months?" My hand rests against my own stomach, whilst i stare up at Gary.
"Hmm...yeah... can't believe a lot of things at the minute." It's almost like he's acting as if he isn't interested in the baby, maybe the whole accident has changed his mind about fatherhood? Hopefully the memory loss will only be temporary.
"You are happy...aren't you babe?" Lifting myself up a little, my hand remains still placed on my stomach.
"Chloe, what have i said about the question overload? I'm not 100% and being fired with questions aren't making me feel any better." He speaks as if he's telling off his pupil in class. Feeling slightly embarrassed i now sit perched on the edge of the sofa.
"S...Sorry... Gary..."
"Anyway... enough chit chat... i'm starving...what's for dinner?" Smacking his lips together, his hands massage my shoulders, rubbing away the stress and tension in them.
"Erh... i've just put the chicken on... it should be ready in about 10 minutes it's one of those ready cooked ones so it doesn't need long, i was going to pack our belongs away whilst we were waiting, but there isn't any point by the time i'm up there i'll be back down to turn the oven off."
Gary's fingers skim along my knuckles, as he takes my hand in his. "I'll turn the oven off. You've set the timer, right?"
"Are you sure? Yes... i have."
Playfully he rolls his eyes. "Of course i'm sure, i've had a knock to the head. I can still work an oven, dear. Go and sort whatever you want doing and i'll turn the oven off once the alarms gone off, ok?"
"If you say so... i wont be long... 20 minutes...max." Maybe it isn't a good idea to leave Gary alone with an oven, but then again he's right, if he says he can do these things then i shouldn't smoother him as if he's a child.
"Take your time..."
Giving him a cautious smile, i do as i'm told...this time. "See you in a sec, babe." Pecking his cheek, swiftly i make my way upstairs to our bedroom. The quicker i am the quicker i can go downstairs again. Walking over to the suitcases, which are carelessly thrown onto the bed, i'm soon stopped in my tracks by the vibration of my mobile. Sitting onto the empty space on the bed, i take a deep breath by the sight of the contact name - Markie . If things couldn't get any worse, then they sure will now. Opening the message i glance at the short sentence. 'Are you free this afternoon?x'
Even though the conversation is lacking explanation, i know exactly what he means. He's after a chat from the recent experiences we've had during the holiday. 'I'm looking after Gary, i can't leave him alone at the minute.' Once i've typed a message back to his question, i start to unzip the cases. Within a few seconds my phone begins to vibrate again. Wow. Someone's desperate for this chat. (1) new message- Markie - 'Oh come on, he's not a child. We need to talk and obviously i can't come round to yours. On the other hand...maybe Gary will be interested to know what exactly went off whilst he was fighting for his life?' Mark's new reply has left me with a slight heart rate increase. He wouldn't do that to me... or the baby, surly? I guess he's just trying to scare me, to make me agree to go and meet him... well i hope that's what he's doing anyway. Suddenly i feel my entire body freeze, preventing me from typing back another message. The smell of burning swirls around my nostrils. Dropping my phone in shock, i make a dive for it out of the bedroom. "Gary?!" Calling his name at the top of the stairs, i'm greeted by a small cloud of grey smoke. "Gary?!" Running down the stairs, a figure catches my eye who sits on the sofa.
"Chloe? You alright?" A voice speaks through the smoke.
"Gary?! I told you to turn the oven off?!" Covering my mouth from the smoke, i open the back door and windows in the kitchen, trying to get as much smoke out of the house as i can. Gary walks into the kitchen as i'm turning off the oven.
"Woah." Loudly he coughs, waving away the smoke in front of his face. "What happened in here?"
Using a tea towel to remove the remaining smoke from the kitchen, i look at him surprised. "What?! I told you to turn the oven off once the alarm went off? I even heard the alarm going off whilst i was upstairs! What on earth was you doing?"
"Oh so that's what that noise was!" He releases a quiet giggle. "I was searching through the TV channels thinking the noise was coming from there. I didn't even know you were cooking anything?"
Stepping backwards i study his face. "Are you kidding me? I'm not in the mood for jokes, Gary."
"And i'm not joking? You went upstairs to toilet whilst i was watching TV, then you come flying downstairs yelling my name and here we are standing in a smokey kitchen, because you forgot to turn the oven off."
Words fail to leave my mouth. Did i just imagine telling Gary to turn it off? No. Of course i didn't, he's forgotten. "I knew i shouldn't of left you alone." Shaking my head, i pull down the oven door to reveal the now charcoal chicken which is burnt to a crisp.
"Excuse me?" Gary folds his arms whilst frowning his eyebrows at me.
"It's too soon after your accident... i shouldn't of left you alone... and i shouldn't of given you a hard task...i'm sorry."
"Hold on a minute." Gary tugs my shoulder, not hard, but enough to make me flinch. "Why are you acting as if i'm a child? You didn't tell me to do anything, so don't you dare blame me." His voice rises.
"I told you Gary. I told you i was going to go upstairs to unpack and you offered to keep an eye on dinner."
"Will you stop with the lies? I'm not some sort of...senile old man. I do have a brain so stop fucking acting as if i haven't got one!"
Reaching a hand out to his bicep, gently i stoke it. "I'm not acting like you haven't got a brain, Gary. I'm just telling you what hap-"
"And i'm telling you the truth! What is it? You don't listen to me, because i'm not fucking Mark Owen?!" Taking hold of the tray with the burnt chicken on, he throws it across the kitchen, missing me by a couple of inches.
"Gary!"Almost being hit by the tray, it causes me to scream from the shock.
"Ughhh my head!" Angrily, Gary rubs his forehead whilst closing his eyes firmly. "J...Just leave me alone."
Breathing faster, again i reach my hand out into his direction. "G...G...Gary...are you...ok?"
"Leave me alone!" His voice bellows, as his fist hits against the worktop, causing me to flee back upstairs. For the first time of actually being with Gary, i'm scared. I'm actually scared of my own boyfriend. The tears stream down my cheeks, as i curl up onto the bed next to the still unpacked suitcases. Things can't get any worse than this, right? He was just upset... he wouldn't hurt me. I know he wouldn't "...would he?" I ask myself in a shaky breath. Footsteps creak along the floorboards in the kitchen, followed by the sound of the TV being switched back on. He's settled again. Looking around the bedroom, my eyes fix onto my mobile which is still in the same position i had dropped it in. "M...Mark..."
A week had passed since i was reunited with Gary. Finally we've made it home, even if Mark hasn't really spoken to either of us, i guess he's just giving me and Gary time alone to try and sort things out. Every day Gary is slowly getting stronger and hopefully as time goes on, his memory will be fully restored. Setting the timer on the oven, i walk back into the living room to find Gary sprawled out on the sofa watching TV. "Hiya babe..." Kneeling down in front of the sofa, my hand rests on Gary's kneecap whilst he flicks through the TV channels.
"Uh? Oh hi love."
"How are you feeling now? Do you want another coffee?"
Setting down the remote onto the sofa's arm above his shoulder, Gary shakes his head. "Oh god...i've had enough coffees in the past few days, i'll never be able to sleep at this rate. Yeah, i'm ok. Just a bit sore here and there, but nothing major... how're you?"
Running my hand through his soft blonde hair, softly i breathe a sigh of relief. It still doesn't feel real that Gary's here, that he's actually alive. "I'm good..." Gently i take Gary's hand in my mine, placing it over my stomach. "...We both are..."
"Erh...g...good..." Slipping his hand from under mine, carefully he tries to sit up on the sofa. Taking hold of his hand i try my best to help him to sit comfortably, until he pulls his hand out of contact again. "I don't need help." He winces.
"S...S...sorry..." Quietly i whisper, whilst standing back to my feet. Since the whole accident, Gary's moods have changed, making him have less patience which means he can become a little angry now and again.
Sighing deeply once he's positioned himself onto the sofa, he gently pats the empty space beside him. "No...i'm sorry... i shouldn't keep snapping at you for no reason...i know you're only trying to help and i can't thank you enough for sticking with and supporting me." The corners of my mouth curl into a smile. "...I love you... and erh... the little one too...of course..." An arm coils around my shoulder, allowing me to rest my cheek against his steady breathing chest.
"Can you believe i'm almost coming up to two months?" My hand rests against my own stomach, whilst i stare up at Gary.
"Hmm...yeah... can't believe a lot of things at the minute." It's almost like he's acting as if he isn't interested in the baby, maybe the whole accident has changed his mind about fatherhood? Hopefully the memory loss will only be temporary.
"You are happy...aren't you babe?" Lifting myself up a little, my hand remains still placed on my stomach.
"Chloe, what have i said about the question overload? I'm not 100% and being fired with questions aren't making me feel any better." He speaks as if he's telling off his pupil in class. Feeling slightly embarrassed i now sit perched on the edge of the sofa.
"S...Sorry... Gary..."
"Anyway... enough chit chat... i'm starving...what's for dinner?" Smacking his lips together, his hands massage my shoulders, rubbing away the stress and tension in them.
"Erh... i've just put the chicken on... it should be ready in about 10 minutes it's one of those ready cooked ones so it doesn't need long, i was going to pack our belongs away whilst we were waiting, but there isn't any point by the time i'm up there i'll be back down to turn the oven off."
Gary's fingers skim along my knuckles, as he takes my hand in his. "I'll turn the oven off. You've set the timer, right?"
"Are you sure? Yes... i have."
Playfully he rolls his eyes. "Of course i'm sure, i've had a knock to the head. I can still work an oven, dear. Go and sort whatever you want doing and i'll turn the oven off once the alarms gone off, ok?"
"If you say so... i wont be long... 20 minutes...max." Maybe it isn't a good idea to leave Gary alone with an oven, but then again he's right, if he says he can do these things then i shouldn't smoother him as if he's a child.
"Take your time..."
Giving him a cautious smile, i do as i'm told...this time. "See you in a sec, babe." Pecking his cheek, swiftly i make my way upstairs to our bedroom. The quicker i am the quicker i can go downstairs again. Walking over to the suitcases, which are carelessly thrown onto the bed, i'm soon stopped in my tracks by the vibration of my mobile. Sitting onto the empty space on the bed, i take a deep breath by the sight of the contact name - Markie . If things couldn't get any worse, then they sure will now. Opening the message i glance at the short sentence. 'Are you free this afternoon?x'
Even though the conversation is lacking explanation, i know exactly what he means. He's after a chat from the recent experiences we've had during the holiday. 'I'm looking after Gary, i can't leave him alone at the minute.' Once i've typed a message back to his question, i start to unzip the cases. Within a few seconds my phone begins to vibrate again. Wow. Someone's desperate for this chat. (1) new message- Markie - 'Oh come on, he's not a child. We need to talk and obviously i can't come round to yours. On the other hand...maybe Gary will be interested to know what exactly went off whilst he was fighting for his life?' Mark's new reply has left me with a slight heart rate increase. He wouldn't do that to me... or the baby, surly? I guess he's just trying to scare me, to make me agree to go and meet him... well i hope that's what he's doing anyway. Suddenly i feel my entire body freeze, preventing me from typing back another message. The smell of burning swirls around my nostrils. Dropping my phone in shock, i make a dive for it out of the bedroom. "Gary?!" Calling his name at the top of the stairs, i'm greeted by a small cloud of grey smoke. "Gary?!" Running down the stairs, a figure catches my eye who sits on the sofa.
"Chloe? You alright?" A voice speaks through the smoke.
"Gary?! I told you to turn the oven off?!" Covering my mouth from the smoke, i open the back door and windows in the kitchen, trying to get as much smoke out of the house as i can. Gary walks into the kitchen as i'm turning off the oven.
"Woah." Loudly he coughs, waving away the smoke in front of his face. "What happened in here?"
Using a tea towel to remove the remaining smoke from the kitchen, i look at him surprised. "What?! I told you to turn the oven off once the alarm went off? I even heard the alarm going off whilst i was upstairs! What on earth was you doing?"
"Oh so that's what that noise was!" He releases a quiet giggle. "I was searching through the TV channels thinking the noise was coming from there. I didn't even know you were cooking anything?"
Stepping backwards i study his face. "Are you kidding me? I'm not in the mood for jokes, Gary."
"And i'm not joking? You went upstairs to toilet whilst i was watching TV, then you come flying downstairs yelling my name and here we are standing in a smokey kitchen, because you forgot to turn the oven off."
Words fail to leave my mouth. Did i just imagine telling Gary to turn it off? No. Of course i didn't, he's forgotten. "I knew i shouldn't of left you alone." Shaking my head, i pull down the oven door to reveal the now charcoal chicken which is burnt to a crisp.
"Excuse me?" Gary folds his arms whilst frowning his eyebrows at me.
"It's too soon after your accident... i shouldn't of left you alone... and i shouldn't of given you a hard task...i'm sorry."
"Hold on a minute." Gary tugs my shoulder, not hard, but enough to make me flinch. "Why are you acting as if i'm a child? You didn't tell me to do anything, so don't you dare blame me." His voice rises.
"I told you Gary. I told you i was going to go upstairs to unpack and you offered to keep an eye on dinner."
"Will you stop with the lies? I'm not some sort of...senile old man. I do have a brain so stop fucking acting as if i haven't got one!"
Reaching a hand out to his bicep, gently i stoke it. "I'm not acting like you haven't got a brain, Gary. I'm just telling you what hap-"
"And i'm telling you the truth! What is it? You don't listen to me, because i'm not fucking Mark Owen?!" Taking hold of the tray with the burnt chicken on, he throws it across the kitchen, missing me by a couple of inches.
"Gary!"Almost being hit by the tray, it causes me to scream from the shock.
"Ughhh my head!" Angrily, Gary rubs his forehead whilst closing his eyes firmly. "J...Just leave me alone."
Breathing faster, again i reach my hand out into his direction. "G...G...Gary...are you...ok?"
"Leave me alone!" His voice bellows, as his fist hits against the worktop, causing me to flee back upstairs. For the first time of actually being with Gary, i'm scared. I'm actually scared of my own boyfriend. The tears stream down my cheeks, as i curl up onto the bed next to the still unpacked suitcases. Things can't get any worse than this, right? He was just upset... he wouldn't hurt me. I know he wouldn't "...would he?" I ask myself in a shaky breath. Footsteps creak along the floorboards in the kitchen, followed by the sound of the TV being switched back on. He's settled again. Looking around the bedroom, my eyes fix onto my mobile which is still in the same position i had dropped it in. "M...Mark..."
Tuesday, 4 March 2014
Chapter 35
Mark's POV
Edging inside the room, Gary looks at me through his foggy vision. "M...M...ar...k..." His voice hums, echoing around my ears. For a few seconds i stand still, just glancing from Gary to Chloe, noticing the tears run down Chloe's face as her hand remains in contact with Gary's. Taking a deep breath i force out a fake smile.
"O...Oh... Gaz... mate, we've been terribly worried about you... Chloe's been going out of her mind." Walking over towards his bed, i place both of my palms over the tops of Chloe's shoulders, feeling her tensed muscles. Rolling his eyes over towards Chloe's, he breathes a heavy sigh, as his fingers trail along her knuckles.
"...I...I'm...s...sorry...baby..." Wincing as he speaks, he still looks slightly dazed.
"Sssh... Gary...please...please don't apologise... none of this is your fault... i'm just relieved you're here now... i don't...i don't know what i would of done without you..." Cupping her face, she continues with the water works.
"Chloe, hunny... you need to have some rest yourself... you haven't slept properly since Gary's disappearance... how about you go back to your room for a sleep? It's not just for your sake, but the baby's also."
All of a sudden Gary's eyes snap open. "B...B...baby? What baby?" He asks with confusion soon filling his face.
"Erh... your baby? You and Chloe are having a baby...remember?"
Squinting his eyes, Gary shakes his head with annoyance. "Excuse me?" Chloe tilts her head backwards, locking her gaze onto mine, whilst her eyes fill with worry and slight fear.
"I...I told you...b...before...it...happened..."
"No you didn't?!" Surprisingly Gary finds the energy to snap in reply. "I think I'd remember something like that."
"Gaz... just calm down, mate." Brushing my finger tips down Chloe's arms, i try and relax her from Gary's reaction.
"Don't tell me to calm down! Is...is it mine? Or..." Focusing his eyes onto mine, he stares at my hands touching Chloe's bare arms.
Shrugging her arms, knocking my hands out of contact with her flesh, she shakily wipes away her tears. "O...of course it's yours! You've had a knock to the head... that's all... the doctors said your memory will be back shortly, but in the mean time we just need to try and rest you up, OK?"
Gary scrunches up his face in response to Chloe's comment. "And look after me like I'm some sort of mental old person? I don't need help, i just need my home and my work." Sitting up in his bed, a pain from his stomach prevents his moments. "Good grief!" He hisses holding onto the covers.
"Gary! Sit down!" Easing Gary back into the bed, my patience soon starts to run out. "What you need is your family around you and shouting your mouth off isn't going to get you anywhere is it? Just get some rest and we'll see you tomorrow."
"Mate." Gary sarcastically laughs. "Not after what you've done to me, you're no 'mate' to me. Life wrecker."
"Jesus Christ, Gary. We've sorted this out ages ago. You really have had a knock on the head haven't you? Is work and old history all you care about? Do you understand the amount of stress and pain you've caused Chloe and your child?!"
"You really think i can forget something like that? Just leave us alone. If i see you place one finger onto my girlfriend again, you'll regret it. Who do you think you are? I bet you loved it without me, didn't you? I go and you step in. Typical. Just...just fucking do one, yeah?" His eyes burn with anger. Looking down at Chloe, who's face is tear stained still, a smile spreads across my face.
"A finger, eh? More like a snog." I think to myself, sensing by the look on Chloe's face, she can tell exactly what i'm thinking, with the words resting on the tip of my tongue, i hold them back with my teeth. Believe me it'll be more than a snog next time.
"I...I...i think... you better go Mark..." Quietly a small voice speaks, which is hardly audible to my ears which seem to be deafened by my thoughts.
"Excuse me? You're asking me to go? He's the one out of lin-"
"You heard her." Gary interrupts, whilst a smug looking grin spreads across his face. If only he wasn't in this bed, i'd teach that smart ass mug of his a lesson. Looking down into Chloe's eyes, she immediately bows her head avoiding any further eye contact with me. After a few seconds i decide to do as she wishes, nodding my head i swiftly make my way over towards the door again.
"Alright... i'll go... but that doesn't change things... just remember that." Leaving on that note, the door loudly slams behind me.
Gary's POV
My head starts to spin almost as if i've necked a bottle of vodka. "Mhmm..." Smacking my lips together, my eyes remain firmly closed. Flickering my eyes open, i stare up at the night's starry sky. I'm back on the island? But it can't be?! Panic rushes through my body, as i hurry to my feet, soon being stopped by the pain.
"Gary... stay calm..." A pair of hands wrap around my under arms, instantly calming me down and soothing the pain. "I'm here now... ssshhh..." Steadily a hand rakes through my hair, massaging my aching temples. Resting my head backwards into the crook of the figures neck, i inhale a deep breath. "You came back..."
Tilting my head over my shoulder, i'm greeted by a bright shining smile, enough to warm my entire frozen body. "I promised you...didn't i?" Tiarna continues running her hands along my bare flesh, her fingertips beating any sort of treatment i need for my wounds and aches.
"There's one more thing i need you to do for me... if you can do that?" Her warm breath brushes against my over grown stubble cheeks.
"Anything..." Our lips now inches away from one another, whilst my eyes gently press together. Waiting for the feel of our lips to collide.
"Wake up... you've got to wake up for me Gary..." Her words echo around my heavy feeling head, it almost feels like I've got a lead weight on my shoulders.
"H...huh?" Confused by her words, my eyes instantly widen once I've reopened them, getting lost by my new view. I'm in a boat?! The water splashes against the partly broken wooden boat I'm standing in. "T...T...Tiarna...?" Looking around the abandoned island, its soon becomes lifeless. Where is she? We were just together?!
Suddenly something catches my eyes. A injured figure rushes to the edge of the island. "H...H...Help..." Weakly a female's voice calls in the distance.
"Tiarna?! Tiarna is that you?!" Searching around the boat for a stick or ore, it soon becomes clear that i must of left them on the island. "Stay there! I'm coming back for you!" Dipping both of my hands into the water, i start to move them in a doggy paddle motion.
"Pl...pl..please...help me..." She continues to beg, as three or four darkened figures begin to approach her, dragging her along the sand. It's almost like the boats stuck, as it continues to move further away from the island.
"Leave her alone!! Get off her!" Yelling at the top of my lungs, i feel the tight grip of hands pull onto my hands. "Tiarna! Tiarna speak to me!" Fright enters my emotions hearing nothing but the sound of the calm sea, hitting against the sides of the boat. "Please! Talk to me! Tiarna!"
"Gary? Gary wake up?" Something pushes against my chest like a pair of hands.
"No...no..." Its like someone's removed the moon and stars from the sky, drawing a pitch black curtain over my eyes. Moving my head side to side frequently in panic, there's a sudden sharp pain in the pit of stomach, which cause my eyes to open automatically. "TIARNA HELP ME!" Light reappears and the island has gone out of sight. I'm back in the hospital.
"G...G...Gary?" A heavy breathing female holds onto my arm, looking as shocked as I'm feeling. The pain seems to have gotten worse, almost unbearable. Pulling back the thin covers, it reveals a blood stained bed. "Oh...g...god..." I mutter, noticing that my stitches have come undone.
Edging inside the room, Gary looks at me through his foggy vision. "M...M...ar...k..." His voice hums, echoing around my ears. For a few seconds i stand still, just glancing from Gary to Chloe, noticing the tears run down Chloe's face as her hand remains in contact with Gary's. Taking a deep breath i force out a fake smile.
"O...Oh... Gaz... mate, we've been terribly worried about you... Chloe's been going out of her mind." Walking over towards his bed, i place both of my palms over the tops of Chloe's shoulders, feeling her tensed muscles. Rolling his eyes over towards Chloe's, he breathes a heavy sigh, as his fingers trail along her knuckles.
"...I...I'm...s...sorry...baby..." Wincing as he speaks, he still looks slightly dazed.
"Sssh... Gary...please...please don't apologise... none of this is your fault... i'm just relieved you're here now... i don't...i don't know what i would of done without you..." Cupping her face, she continues with the water works.
"Chloe, hunny... you need to have some rest yourself... you haven't slept properly since Gary's disappearance... how about you go back to your room for a sleep? It's not just for your sake, but the baby's also."
All of a sudden Gary's eyes snap open. "B...B...baby? What baby?" He asks with confusion soon filling his face.
"Erh... your baby? You and Chloe are having a baby...remember?"
Squinting his eyes, Gary shakes his head with annoyance. "Excuse me?" Chloe tilts her head backwards, locking her gaze onto mine, whilst her eyes fill with worry and slight fear.
"I...I told you...b...before...it...happened..."
"No you didn't?!" Surprisingly Gary finds the energy to snap in reply. "I think I'd remember something like that."
"Gaz... just calm down, mate." Brushing my finger tips down Chloe's arms, i try and relax her from Gary's reaction.
"Don't tell me to calm down! Is...is it mine? Or..." Focusing his eyes onto mine, he stares at my hands touching Chloe's bare arms.
Shrugging her arms, knocking my hands out of contact with her flesh, she shakily wipes away her tears. "O...of course it's yours! You've had a knock to the head... that's all... the doctors said your memory will be back shortly, but in the mean time we just need to try and rest you up, OK?"
Gary scrunches up his face in response to Chloe's comment. "And look after me like I'm some sort of mental old person? I don't need help, i just need my home and my work." Sitting up in his bed, a pain from his stomach prevents his moments. "Good grief!" He hisses holding onto the covers.
"Gary! Sit down!" Easing Gary back into the bed, my patience soon starts to run out. "What you need is your family around you and shouting your mouth off isn't going to get you anywhere is it? Just get some rest and we'll see you tomorrow."
"Mate." Gary sarcastically laughs. "Not after what you've done to me, you're no 'mate' to me. Life wrecker."
"Jesus Christ, Gary. We've sorted this out ages ago. You really have had a knock on the head haven't you? Is work and old history all you care about? Do you understand the amount of stress and pain you've caused Chloe and your child?!"
"You really think i can forget something like that? Just leave us alone. If i see you place one finger onto my girlfriend again, you'll regret it. Who do you think you are? I bet you loved it without me, didn't you? I go and you step in. Typical. Just...just fucking do one, yeah?" His eyes burn with anger. Looking down at Chloe, who's face is tear stained still, a smile spreads across my face.
"A finger, eh? More like a snog." I think to myself, sensing by the look on Chloe's face, she can tell exactly what i'm thinking, with the words resting on the tip of my tongue, i hold them back with my teeth. Believe me it'll be more than a snog next time.
"I...I...i think... you better go Mark..." Quietly a small voice speaks, which is hardly audible to my ears which seem to be deafened by my thoughts.
"Excuse me? You're asking me to go? He's the one out of lin-"
"You heard her." Gary interrupts, whilst a smug looking grin spreads across his face. If only he wasn't in this bed, i'd teach that smart ass mug of his a lesson. Looking down into Chloe's eyes, she immediately bows her head avoiding any further eye contact with me. After a few seconds i decide to do as she wishes, nodding my head i swiftly make my way over towards the door again.
"Alright... i'll go... but that doesn't change things... just remember that." Leaving on that note, the door loudly slams behind me.
Gary's POV
My head starts to spin almost as if i've necked a bottle of vodka. "Mhmm..." Smacking my lips together, my eyes remain firmly closed. Flickering my eyes open, i stare up at the night's starry sky. I'm back on the island? But it can't be?! Panic rushes through my body, as i hurry to my feet, soon being stopped by the pain.
"Gary... stay calm..." A pair of hands wrap around my under arms, instantly calming me down and soothing the pain. "I'm here now... ssshhh..." Steadily a hand rakes through my hair, massaging my aching temples. Resting my head backwards into the crook of the figures neck, i inhale a deep breath. "You came back..."
Tilting my head over my shoulder, i'm greeted by a bright shining smile, enough to warm my entire frozen body. "I promised you...didn't i?" Tiarna continues running her hands along my bare flesh, her fingertips beating any sort of treatment i need for my wounds and aches.
"There's one more thing i need you to do for me... if you can do that?" Her warm breath brushes against my over grown stubble cheeks.
"Anything..." Our lips now inches away from one another, whilst my eyes gently press together. Waiting for the feel of our lips to collide.
"Wake up... you've got to wake up for me Gary..." Her words echo around my heavy feeling head, it almost feels like I've got a lead weight on my shoulders.
"H...huh?" Confused by her words, my eyes instantly widen once I've reopened them, getting lost by my new view. I'm in a boat?! The water splashes against the partly broken wooden boat I'm standing in. "T...T...Tiarna...?" Looking around the abandoned island, its soon becomes lifeless. Where is she? We were just together?!
Suddenly something catches my eyes. A injured figure rushes to the edge of the island. "H...H...Help..." Weakly a female's voice calls in the distance.
"Tiarna?! Tiarna is that you?!" Searching around the boat for a stick or ore, it soon becomes clear that i must of left them on the island. "Stay there! I'm coming back for you!" Dipping both of my hands into the water, i start to move them in a doggy paddle motion.
"Pl...pl..please...help me..." She continues to beg, as three or four darkened figures begin to approach her, dragging her along the sand. It's almost like the boats stuck, as it continues to move further away from the island.
"Leave her alone!! Get off her!" Yelling at the top of my lungs, i feel the tight grip of hands pull onto my hands. "Tiarna! Tiarna speak to me!" Fright enters my emotions hearing nothing but the sound of the calm sea, hitting against the sides of the boat. "Please! Talk to me! Tiarna!"
"Gary? Gary wake up?" Something pushes against my chest like a pair of hands.
"No...no..." Its like someone's removed the moon and stars from the sky, drawing a pitch black curtain over my eyes. Moving my head side to side frequently in panic, there's a sudden sharp pain in the pit of stomach, which cause my eyes to open automatically. "TIARNA HELP ME!" Light reappears and the island has gone out of sight. I'm back in the hospital.
"G...G...Gary?" A heavy breathing female holds onto my arm, looking as shocked as I'm feeling. The pain seems to have gotten worse, almost unbearable. Pulling back the thin covers, it reveals a blood stained bed. "Oh...g...god..." I mutter, noticing that my stitches have come undone.
Sunday, 23 February 2014
Chapter 34
Mark's POV
Not believing what i've just seen with my own eyes, i still remain in the same spot for a few minutes. He's back... and he's alive. "Mr Owen?" Mumbles a voice behind me. Feeling defended from the surroundings, i choose to ignore the voice. "Hello? Mister Owen?" Suddenly a finger taps me on the shoulder, knocking me out of my own world.
"Woah?! What!?" Loudly i snap, as i jump out of my skin. In front of me stands a young looking nurse, looking slightly surprised by my reaction.
"Erm... I just came to find you, because Miss Matthews is awake... and she's looking for you..."
"Oh...right...is she." Rubbing my face with the palms of my hands, i inhale a deep breath, until the nurse's words register in my mind. "Oh shit, Chloe!" Sprinting back down the corridor i make my way back to her room. She can't know Gary's here.
Slamming open Chloe's door, a little harder than intended i stumble through it, tripping over my own feet. "Mark?!" She yelps from her bed. Heavily breathing, i walk over to her, trying to catch my breath back as quick as possible.
"We...we...need to get... out of...here..." Leaning against the bed frame, i stare in the female's frightened looking eyes.
"What on earth are you talking about?"
"We need to leave Chloe... right now... not to the hotel, but back to the UK."
Squinting her eyes and frowning her lips, she shakes her head disagreeing with my plan. "Are you kidding me? I've just woken up and i'm still in pain. Do you really want me to risk harming the baby's health? Not that you care, because it's not yours, but you could at least act like a caring friend for once!"
"I do care about you... and the baby... of course, but it's not safe here...clearly. You just get dressed and i'll go back to the hotel to get our cases packed, ok?"
"Mark, just stop it! You're scaring my now. I'm not going anywhere until the doctors give me and my baby the all clear. I don't care, it's safe in here and i'm refusing to move. If you're that fussed about leaving, why don't you just go? You haven't been much help anyway!" Her face turns a shade of red from the anger building up in her face. Choosing to ignore her hurtful comments, i go ahead with my plans anyway.
"...I'm going back to the hotel... i wont be long... make sure you're ready within an hour or so. I'll book us a taxi to pick us up outside the hospital. See you soon." Drifting out of the hospital room again, Chloe continues to call after me.
"Mark! Mark come back! You can't make decisions for me! Mark..."
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Dragging the suitcases inside the hospital entrance, i immediately walk over towards the reception area. "I'm here to collect Chloe Matthews... is she ready?" Leaning the cases against the reception desk, i rest my sunglasses in my fringe.
"Chloe Matthews..." She types the name into the computer.
"She's on the second floor, end room? She came in yesterday."
"Oh yes... Chloe, of course. We've just visited her room not so long ago, but she went with another nurse."
Frowning my eyebrows, as confusion fills my face, i give the nurse my complete attention. "I don't get it? Why has another nurse taken her? She's ok isn't she?!" Anxiety sounds in my voice, as my eyes widen from fear.
"Oh...no...no she's fine. I'm guessing she just needed help getting dressed. I'm sure if you go to her room the nurse will explain everything to you."
Breathing a sigh of relief, i nod my head. "Thank you. Is it ok if you look after the cases, whilst i go and collect her?"
"Of course. You know the room number, right?"
"Yes... it's embedded in my memory." I grin. "I'll be 10 minutes, max."
The elevator stops on Chloe's corridor. At least she has actually decided to get dressed, which means we will both be leaving back to the UK together. I guess things between the pair of us are getting better than i dreamt. With Gary out of the picture now, who knows what will happen? Happily walking back down to Chloe's room, i notice a nurse leaving the room opposite. With a grin spreading across my face, i decide to check if Chloe's still in her room or maybe she's having a final check over. "Hiya. I'm looking for Chloe? She has been staying in this room opposite. Is she ready to leave yet?"
"The last i saw of her, she was being taken to the top floor. A friend of her's just had a brain scan, so she rushed off to visit him." A faint buzzing sound fills my ears and there's a sudden numbness running through my veins. Swallowing hard, my voice stutters.
"W...W...What...? Who? How did she know about him?!" It can't be. It can't be Gary, please!
"The guy who went missing, right? One of the nurses recognised him on the missing posters from the office, and i guess Chloe over heard us talking when she was asleep in her room a few seconds after you left."
"This can't be happening. Why did you have to be so careless?! Don't you think she's been through enough? He's nothing but trouble, and this has made it even worse."
"I'm not so sure about that, Sir. Chloe was over the moon that he has been found. In fact she was speechless. He's the baby's father, isn't he? I didn't see the problem between them. Her boyfriend has been found and she couldn't of thanked us enough."
Biting my lip, i angrily shake my head in disapproval. Why did he have to come back? He's ruined everything! "...Take me there. Right now." I speak in a bitter tone.
Marching down the top floor beside the nurse, she stops outside the middle room. "Now, he's a little drowsy and his mind is fuzzy at the moment. It's been advised by the patients doctor, that you do not ask any big confusing questions. For now he doesn't even remember his own name or where he is. Although he remembers Chloe. That was the person he has been asking for since he arrived here. Good luck." Patting my shoulder, the nurse walks back over towards the office area leaving me alone, standing outside Gary's room. No matter what happens, me and Chloe will be travelling back to the UK together, even if it kills me. Pushing open the door, the soft sound of a monitor bleeping catches my attention. A brown haired female instantly lifts her head, by the sound of the door creaking open.
"...M...Mark?" Looking over at the tear stained woman, i notice her fingers interlocked with a lifeless body's hand. More tears build in her eyes, as she takes hold of the man's bicep. "L...Look...G...G...Gaz... it's Mark... you remember him, right?" Standing with my back pressed against the now closed door, my eyes glance over at the figure laying on the bed. His hand rests against his steady breathing chest, whilst a pipe hangs out the corner of his mouth. Weakly flickering his eyelids, he looks into my direction. Just by seeing the pair of them together, i can already feel my world shatter under my feet.
Not believing what i've just seen with my own eyes, i still remain in the same spot for a few minutes. He's back... and he's alive. "Mr Owen?" Mumbles a voice behind me. Feeling defended from the surroundings, i choose to ignore the voice. "Hello? Mister Owen?" Suddenly a finger taps me on the shoulder, knocking me out of my own world.
"Woah?! What!?" Loudly i snap, as i jump out of my skin. In front of me stands a young looking nurse, looking slightly surprised by my reaction.
"Erm... I just came to find you, because Miss Matthews is awake... and she's looking for you..."
"Oh...right...is she." Rubbing my face with the palms of my hands, i inhale a deep breath, until the nurse's words register in my mind. "Oh shit, Chloe!" Sprinting back down the corridor i make my way back to her room. She can't know Gary's here.
Slamming open Chloe's door, a little harder than intended i stumble through it, tripping over my own feet. "Mark?!" She yelps from her bed. Heavily breathing, i walk over to her, trying to catch my breath back as quick as possible.
"We...we...need to get... out of...here..." Leaning against the bed frame, i stare in the female's frightened looking eyes.
"What on earth are you talking about?"
"We need to leave Chloe... right now... not to the hotel, but back to the UK."
Squinting her eyes and frowning her lips, she shakes her head disagreeing with my plan. "Are you kidding me? I've just woken up and i'm still in pain. Do you really want me to risk harming the baby's health? Not that you care, because it's not yours, but you could at least act like a caring friend for once!"
"I do care about you... and the baby... of course, but it's not safe here...clearly. You just get dressed and i'll go back to the hotel to get our cases packed, ok?"
"Mark, just stop it! You're scaring my now. I'm not going anywhere until the doctors give me and my baby the all clear. I don't care, it's safe in here and i'm refusing to move. If you're that fussed about leaving, why don't you just go? You haven't been much help anyway!" Her face turns a shade of red from the anger building up in her face. Choosing to ignore her hurtful comments, i go ahead with my plans anyway.
"...I'm going back to the hotel... i wont be long... make sure you're ready within an hour or so. I'll book us a taxi to pick us up outside the hospital. See you soon." Drifting out of the hospital room again, Chloe continues to call after me.
"Mark! Mark come back! You can't make decisions for me! Mark..."
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Dragging the suitcases inside the hospital entrance, i immediately walk over towards the reception area. "I'm here to collect Chloe Matthews... is she ready?" Leaning the cases against the reception desk, i rest my sunglasses in my fringe.
"Chloe Matthews..." She types the name into the computer.
"She's on the second floor, end room? She came in yesterday."
"Oh yes... Chloe, of course. We've just visited her room not so long ago, but she went with another nurse."
Frowning my eyebrows, as confusion fills my face, i give the nurse my complete attention. "I don't get it? Why has another nurse taken her? She's ok isn't she?!" Anxiety sounds in my voice, as my eyes widen from fear.
"Oh...no...no she's fine. I'm guessing she just needed help getting dressed. I'm sure if you go to her room the nurse will explain everything to you."
Breathing a sigh of relief, i nod my head. "Thank you. Is it ok if you look after the cases, whilst i go and collect her?"
"Of course. You know the room number, right?"
"Yes... it's embedded in my memory." I grin. "I'll be 10 minutes, max."
The elevator stops on Chloe's corridor. At least she has actually decided to get dressed, which means we will both be leaving back to the UK together. I guess things between the pair of us are getting better than i dreamt. With Gary out of the picture now, who knows what will happen? Happily walking back down to Chloe's room, i notice a nurse leaving the room opposite. With a grin spreading across my face, i decide to check if Chloe's still in her room or maybe she's having a final check over. "Hiya. I'm looking for Chloe? She has been staying in this room opposite. Is she ready to leave yet?"
"The last i saw of her, she was being taken to the top floor. A friend of her's just had a brain scan, so she rushed off to visit him." A faint buzzing sound fills my ears and there's a sudden numbness running through my veins. Swallowing hard, my voice stutters.
"W...W...What...? Who? How did she know about him?!" It can't be. It can't be Gary, please!
"The guy who went missing, right? One of the nurses recognised him on the missing posters from the office, and i guess Chloe over heard us talking when she was asleep in her room a few seconds after you left."
"This can't be happening. Why did you have to be so careless?! Don't you think she's been through enough? He's nothing but trouble, and this has made it even worse."
"I'm not so sure about that, Sir. Chloe was over the moon that he has been found. In fact she was speechless. He's the baby's father, isn't he? I didn't see the problem between them. Her boyfriend has been found and she couldn't of thanked us enough."
Biting my lip, i angrily shake my head in disapproval. Why did he have to come back? He's ruined everything! "...Take me there. Right now." I speak in a bitter tone.
Marching down the top floor beside the nurse, she stops outside the middle room. "Now, he's a little drowsy and his mind is fuzzy at the moment. It's been advised by the patients doctor, that you do not ask any big confusing questions. For now he doesn't even remember his own name or where he is. Although he remembers Chloe. That was the person he has been asking for since he arrived here. Good luck." Patting my shoulder, the nurse walks back over towards the office area leaving me alone, standing outside Gary's room. No matter what happens, me and Chloe will be travelling back to the UK together, even if it kills me. Pushing open the door, the soft sound of a monitor bleeping catches my attention. A brown haired female instantly lifts her head, by the sound of the door creaking open.
"...M...Mark?" Looking over at the tear stained woman, i notice her fingers interlocked with a lifeless body's hand. More tears build in her eyes, as she takes hold of the man's bicep. "L...Look...G...G...Gaz... it's Mark... you remember him, right?" Standing with my back pressed against the now closed door, my eyes glance over at the figure laying on the bed. His hand rests against his steady breathing chest, whilst a pipe hangs out the corner of his mouth. Weakly flickering his eyelids, he looks into my direction. Just by seeing the pair of them together, i can already feel my world shatter under my feet.
Wednesday, 12 February 2014
Chapter 33
Gary's POV
I've been rowing for the past two and a half hours. The sky seems to have gotten lighter, so i'm guessing that it's quickly approaching the early hours of the morning, not that this mist is doing me any favours. Running my tongue along my dry, sore lips i rest against the side of the boat, massaging my aching temples. I could be hours away from people, i'm starting to think that maybe it was a good idea to stay on the island and pray that a boat would of stopped by at some point. Feeling incredibly light headed i close my eyes for a brief moment. It's cold and there's barely enough energy left in me to even open my eyes now. The thought of being reunited with Chloe and our baby is slowly fading away in my mind, i might not be much help with her and i know she can do a lot better than being tied down to me, but at least when i'm with her i can protect and support her giving my mind ease. The amount of stress i must be putting her through from the second of my disappearance sickens me, what if something's happened to our baby? What if... no... please god no... stress is a common cause of miscarriage... this is all my fault... my own child. Faintly the boat starts to rock, disturbing me from my grieving, little by little the waves start to increase in size. "Eh?" Snapping open my eyes i look around the abandoned sea, until my eyes catch something from the foggy air. Can it be? All of a sudden i get a rush of hope runs through my entire body. It's a boat, but not just a boat, by the size of it it looks like a cruise. Breathing a sigh of relief i see it slowly move closer in the distance. "HELP! HELP ME!" Cupping my hands around my mouth, i begin to yell at the top of my lungs. Surly someone has to hear or at least see me, but then again i probably look like an ant to them. Waving my arms i begin to jump a little trying to get some sort of human contact, this could be my final chance of getting home again, and i'll do everything i can to try and get some help. "SOMEONE HELP ME!"
A loud horn sounds when the boat stops suddenly in the distance. I've been trying to get their attention for over quarter of an hour now. The niggling pain in my head turns into a more icy feeling soon followed by a stabbing in the side of my temples. "Fuck!" Taking my head in my hands i curse loudly from the horrific pain i'm witnessing. I need to get myself checked out.
"Hello?" A voice echoes in the distance, which travels to my ear drums from a megaphone. "Is anyone out there?"
Chewing the inside of my check, trying to soothe the striking pain travelling now through my weakened body, i feel as if i'm on some sort of fairground, as my head begins to spin rapidly. "H...H...HEL...HELP ME! HELP ME NOW!" My body trembles and my knees start to give way. "HELP ME!" Shouting several times, the pain takes over my body. Uncontrollable i fall to against the back of the boat, giving the back of my head a hard whack enough for me to see stars, stars which are soon replaced by darkness. This is the end... isn't it?
Mark's POV
"Gave me quite a fear again, Miss Matthews..." Taking her hand in mine, i gently run my thumb across each one of Chloe's fingers. "...But i promise you... once you're well enough... and that little fighter inside of you, too... we're going back home... just the three of us...stress free..." Moving my free hand towards her ageless face, i gently stroke the back of my hand against her cheek. It's been a stressful few hours once again, but thankfully mother and baby are slowly pulling through. "You're a beautiful girl... you know that? How did he ever end up with someone like you in his life?" Sighing softly, i move away a strand of hair from her closed eyes. "...He's abandoned you... both of you.. god knows where he is now... putting you through all this... you could of lost your child today... and if you did... it would of been all his fault... right now i can't even speak his name..." Shaking my head in anger i squeeze Chloe's hand a little tighter than expected, noticing the reddened imprints of my finger nails on the top of her hand. Instantly i loosen my grip, luckily the painkillers have knocked her out for a few hours, so she's in a deep sleep at the moment, if she wasn't i'd probably be thrown out of the window by now, because of the things i've been saying for the past hour or so. "Just going to get a coffee, sweetie..." Laying my coat on the back of my chair, i quickly peck Chloe on the lips, before skipping out of the door. No matter what will happen in the future, i'm going to keep my promise of being there to support Chloe and ou-... her baby.
Rubbing my face whilst releasing a yawn, i flex my left arm at the same time. I could really do with a good kip myself. Placing my cup into the coffee machine i watch as it begins to fill with the brown sloppy liquid. Great. I can't even have a decent coffee to wake me. "Out the way! Out of the way!" Doctors run past me, which almost cause me to spill my coffee.
"Watch it." I snap, rolling my eyes over to their direction, where a crowd of doctors and nurses have formed.
"Male. Identity unknown. Possible brain damage."
Sipping from my coffee, i stand aside allowing them access through the corridor. "Ouch." I mumble under my breath. Poor sod. Continuing to watch feeling slightly intrigued, a stretcher is pushed into my direction. A fair haired man with an oxygen mask is pushed by me, only a thin paper sheeting is covering his naked body.
"He needs a brain scan right now!" They move towards the lift, where they will take him to have his brain scanned upstairs. Holding tighter to my cup i have a quick nose again. The slightly bearded man lays lifeless with his eyes firmly closed. Squinting my eyes a few times at him, whilst they wait for the lift to arrive, something snaps inside my brain. That man. I've seen him before, maybe around on the beach since being here... for some reason i can't place it. His bony looking figure, hardly breathes seeing the pain it's giving him to do so. Stirring in his sleep a quiet groan leaves his lips, which is muffled by the plastic oxygen mask.
"Stay calm sir." The lift door automatically opens, where they quickly push him inside. "Sorry sir, but you'll have to catch the next one." A doctor looks at me, before pressing the top floor.
"It's ok i'm-" My sentence comes to a sudden stop, as a pair of familiar looking eyes lock onto mine. Dropping my cup in shock, my body feels as if it's glued to the floor. No. No it can't be. The doors close, breaking our eye contact. "Gary..." I whisper to the closed metal doors.
I've been rowing for the past two and a half hours. The sky seems to have gotten lighter, so i'm guessing that it's quickly approaching the early hours of the morning, not that this mist is doing me any favours. Running my tongue along my dry, sore lips i rest against the side of the boat, massaging my aching temples. I could be hours away from people, i'm starting to think that maybe it was a good idea to stay on the island and pray that a boat would of stopped by at some point. Feeling incredibly light headed i close my eyes for a brief moment. It's cold and there's barely enough energy left in me to even open my eyes now. The thought of being reunited with Chloe and our baby is slowly fading away in my mind, i might not be much help with her and i know she can do a lot better than being tied down to me, but at least when i'm with her i can protect and support her giving my mind ease. The amount of stress i must be putting her through from the second of my disappearance sickens me, what if something's happened to our baby? What if... no... please god no... stress is a common cause of miscarriage... this is all my fault... my own child. Faintly the boat starts to rock, disturbing me from my grieving, little by little the waves start to increase in size. "Eh?" Snapping open my eyes i look around the abandoned sea, until my eyes catch something from the foggy air. Can it be? All of a sudden i get a rush of hope runs through my entire body. It's a boat, but not just a boat, by the size of it it looks like a cruise. Breathing a sigh of relief i see it slowly move closer in the distance. "HELP! HELP ME!" Cupping my hands around my mouth, i begin to yell at the top of my lungs. Surly someone has to hear or at least see me, but then again i probably look like an ant to them. Waving my arms i begin to jump a little trying to get some sort of human contact, this could be my final chance of getting home again, and i'll do everything i can to try and get some help. "SOMEONE HELP ME!"
A loud horn sounds when the boat stops suddenly in the distance. I've been trying to get their attention for over quarter of an hour now. The niggling pain in my head turns into a more icy feeling soon followed by a stabbing in the side of my temples. "Fuck!" Taking my head in my hands i curse loudly from the horrific pain i'm witnessing. I need to get myself checked out.
"Hello?" A voice echoes in the distance, which travels to my ear drums from a megaphone. "Is anyone out there?"
Chewing the inside of my check, trying to soothe the striking pain travelling now through my weakened body, i feel as if i'm on some sort of fairground, as my head begins to spin rapidly. "H...H...HEL...HELP ME! HELP ME NOW!" My body trembles and my knees start to give way. "HELP ME!" Shouting several times, the pain takes over my body. Uncontrollable i fall to against the back of the boat, giving the back of my head a hard whack enough for me to see stars, stars which are soon replaced by darkness. This is the end... isn't it?
Mark's POV
"Gave me quite a fear again, Miss Matthews..." Taking her hand in mine, i gently run my thumb across each one of Chloe's fingers. "...But i promise you... once you're well enough... and that little fighter inside of you, too... we're going back home... just the three of us...stress free..." Moving my free hand towards her ageless face, i gently stroke the back of my hand against her cheek. It's been a stressful few hours once again, but thankfully mother and baby are slowly pulling through. "You're a beautiful girl... you know that? How did he ever end up with someone like you in his life?" Sighing softly, i move away a strand of hair from her closed eyes. "...He's abandoned you... both of you.. god knows where he is now... putting you through all this... you could of lost your child today... and if you did... it would of been all his fault... right now i can't even speak his name..." Shaking my head in anger i squeeze Chloe's hand a little tighter than expected, noticing the reddened imprints of my finger nails on the top of her hand. Instantly i loosen my grip, luckily the painkillers have knocked her out for a few hours, so she's in a deep sleep at the moment, if she wasn't i'd probably be thrown out of the window by now, because of the things i've been saying for the past hour or so. "Just going to get a coffee, sweetie..." Laying my coat on the back of my chair, i quickly peck Chloe on the lips, before skipping out of the door. No matter what will happen in the future, i'm going to keep my promise of being there to support Chloe and ou-... her baby.
Rubbing my face whilst releasing a yawn, i flex my left arm at the same time. I could really do with a good kip myself. Placing my cup into the coffee machine i watch as it begins to fill with the brown sloppy liquid. Great. I can't even have a decent coffee to wake me. "Out the way! Out of the way!" Doctors run past me, which almost cause me to spill my coffee.
"Watch it." I snap, rolling my eyes over to their direction, where a crowd of doctors and nurses have formed.
"Male. Identity unknown. Possible brain damage."
Sipping from my coffee, i stand aside allowing them access through the corridor. "Ouch." I mumble under my breath. Poor sod. Continuing to watch feeling slightly intrigued, a stretcher is pushed into my direction. A fair haired man with an oxygen mask is pushed by me, only a thin paper sheeting is covering his naked body.
"He needs a brain scan right now!" They move towards the lift, where they will take him to have his brain scanned upstairs. Holding tighter to my cup i have a quick nose again. The slightly bearded man lays lifeless with his eyes firmly closed. Squinting my eyes a few times at him, whilst they wait for the lift to arrive, something snaps inside my brain. That man. I've seen him before, maybe around on the beach since being here... for some reason i can't place it. His bony looking figure, hardly breathes seeing the pain it's giving him to do so. Stirring in his sleep a quiet groan leaves his lips, which is muffled by the plastic oxygen mask.
"Stay calm sir." The lift door automatically opens, where they quickly push him inside. "Sorry sir, but you'll have to catch the next one." A doctor looks at me, before pressing the top floor.
"It's ok i'm-" My sentence comes to a sudden stop, as a pair of familiar looking eyes lock onto mine. Dropping my cup in shock, my body feels as if it's glued to the floor. No. No it can't be. The doors close, breaking our eye contact. "Gary..." I whisper to the closed metal doors.
Tuesday, 28 January 2014
chapter 32
Gary's POV
The skies darken, as i sit alone on the edge of the island, just relaxing with the water swirling around my bare feet. "This could be it... i can finally see my family again..." I think to myself, feeling the wind brush against a tear which drips down my cheek.
"Psst... Mr Barlow..." A voice whispers behind me. Wiping my tears i tilt my head over my right shoulder, noticing a familiar face in between the trees. "...I need help pulling this thing...are you able to help?" Looking down at my reddened skin, still containing the cat like scratches on my stomach, i carefully climb to my feet. The bathe in the sea sort of helped the wound, but it sure did kill! The material which Tiarna gave me as a bandage, is now wrapped around my waist embarrassingly like a skirt, but it's better than prancing around naked. The whole island is surprisingly quiet, the only sound which can be heard is the waves or the whistling of the birds.
"Is it still in tact?" Peering my head around the bush which she's standing in, i notice a wooden boat tipped over behind her.
"It's not as good as it was... but it could possibly make just one more trip..." Her baby is sound asleep wrapped in a type of scarf on her back. "...Ready?" She places a supporting hand onto my shoulder, looking at my slightly opened wound and scratches carved onto my stomach.
"Lets do this..."
Taking one end of the boat, i begin to pull it along the sand. Gritting my teeth together i feel my wound begin to open again from straining it. Tiarna stands at the other end of the boat pushing it towards the edge of the island. "Are you ok?" Worry strikes her face, as she notices my pained look.
"Y...Yeah... just carry on.. we haven't got long..." Biting my tongue hard enough through the pain in my stomach, i feel blood enter my mouth, due to biting my tongue too hard, which i end up spitting out onto the sand beside us. After about 10 minutes of painful pulling, we finally reach the edge of the island, resting the boat partly in the sea.
"Right... get in the boat, and i'll go and get you something which can be used, as an ore."
"Tiarna...wait..." Before she gets chance to disappear into the trees again, i take hold of her hand. For a split second we gaze deeply into one another's eyes. I haven't looked into another woman's eyes like this, since the last time i saw Chloe, but of course it's not the same. "...I really do appreciate all this... and if there's anyway i could possibly repay you... please just let me know..." She turns her head over her shoulder, looking at her sleeping baby, as our hands remain locked together.
"If i think of something... i'll let you know... but for now... we need to get you back to your family... i wont be long..." Our hands slide out of contact, as she disappears into the darkness.
Carefully i step into the rocky boat. It's finally time, it's finally time to see my family again. Removing the material from my waist, i dip the very edge of it into the sea. Soft cries sound within the bushes behind me, as i begin to wipe away the blood on my stomach again. Quietly i laugh to myself, thinking about what it's going to be like when our baby is born... mine and Chloe's baby that is... "Ouch... fucker..." Wincing slightly the salt water begins to burn, as soon as i get off here they have to get seen to. Loud noises, which is soon followed by shouts echoing across the island. "Oh shit..." I mumble flinching in the boat hearing the loud screams. Out of nowhere Tiarna comes running towards me, carrying a huge broken branch, but this time she doesn't have her baby with her. "Tiarna?!"
"GO!" Loudly she yells, as the tears and worry runs down her face.
"W...wh-"
"GO!" Handing me the branch, with all her remaining energy she pushes the boat out into the sea. Using the branch i begin to move the boat further out to sea, not taking my eyes from hers. Her panic, tired, scared looking eyes. All of a sudden a huge tribe of people run from within the trees dragging her to the floor. My jaw drops, feeling completely useless, already being half way out in the sea.
"TIARNA! GET OFF HER!" Shouting loudly i start to panic even more. A few of the men try running out to catch me, but thankfully i too far out now.
"Mr Barlow! Promise... promise you'll come back for me!" She screams, kicking out her legs as she's pulled out of sight. Swallowing hard, tears come rushing down my cheeks. Turning back to face the direction i'm travelling i continue rowing the boat, with only the moonlight to guide where i'm going.
"...I promise..."
The skies darken, as i sit alone on the edge of the island, just relaxing with the water swirling around my bare feet. "This could be it... i can finally see my family again..." I think to myself, feeling the wind brush against a tear which drips down my cheek.
"Psst... Mr Barlow..." A voice whispers behind me. Wiping my tears i tilt my head over my right shoulder, noticing a familiar face in between the trees. "...I need help pulling this thing...are you able to help?" Looking down at my reddened skin, still containing the cat like scratches on my stomach, i carefully climb to my feet. The bathe in the sea sort of helped the wound, but it sure did kill! The material which Tiarna gave me as a bandage, is now wrapped around my waist embarrassingly like a skirt, but it's better than prancing around naked. The whole island is surprisingly quiet, the only sound which can be heard is the waves or the whistling of the birds.
"Is it still in tact?" Peering my head around the bush which she's standing in, i notice a wooden boat tipped over behind her.
"It's not as good as it was... but it could possibly make just one more trip..." Her baby is sound asleep wrapped in a type of scarf on her back. "...Ready?" She places a supporting hand onto my shoulder, looking at my slightly opened wound and scratches carved onto my stomach.
"Lets do this..."
Taking one end of the boat, i begin to pull it along the sand. Gritting my teeth together i feel my wound begin to open again from straining it. Tiarna stands at the other end of the boat pushing it towards the edge of the island. "Are you ok?" Worry strikes her face, as she notices my pained look.
"Y...Yeah... just carry on.. we haven't got long..." Biting my tongue hard enough through the pain in my stomach, i feel blood enter my mouth, due to biting my tongue too hard, which i end up spitting out onto the sand beside us. After about 10 minutes of painful pulling, we finally reach the edge of the island, resting the boat partly in the sea.
"Right... get in the boat, and i'll go and get you something which can be used, as an ore."
"Tiarna...wait..." Before she gets chance to disappear into the trees again, i take hold of her hand. For a split second we gaze deeply into one another's eyes. I haven't looked into another woman's eyes like this, since the last time i saw Chloe, but of course it's not the same. "...I really do appreciate all this... and if there's anyway i could possibly repay you... please just let me know..." She turns her head over her shoulder, looking at her sleeping baby, as our hands remain locked together.
"If i think of something... i'll let you know... but for now... we need to get you back to your family... i wont be long..." Our hands slide out of contact, as she disappears into the darkness.
Carefully i step into the rocky boat. It's finally time, it's finally time to see my family again. Removing the material from my waist, i dip the very edge of it into the sea. Soft cries sound within the bushes behind me, as i begin to wipe away the blood on my stomach again. Quietly i laugh to myself, thinking about what it's going to be like when our baby is born... mine and Chloe's baby that is... "Ouch... fucker..." Wincing slightly the salt water begins to burn, as soon as i get off here they have to get seen to. Loud noises, which is soon followed by shouts echoing across the island. "Oh shit..." I mumble flinching in the boat hearing the loud screams. Out of nowhere Tiarna comes running towards me, carrying a huge broken branch, but this time she doesn't have her baby with her. "Tiarna?!"
"GO!" Loudly she yells, as the tears and worry runs down her face.
"W...wh-"
"GO!" Handing me the branch, with all her remaining energy she pushes the boat out into the sea. Using the branch i begin to move the boat further out to sea, not taking my eyes from hers. Her panic, tired, scared looking eyes. All of a sudden a huge tribe of people run from within the trees dragging her to the floor. My jaw drops, feeling completely useless, already being half way out in the sea.
"TIARNA! GET OFF HER!" Shouting loudly i start to panic even more. A few of the men try running out to catch me, but thankfully i too far out now.
"Mr Barlow! Promise... promise you'll come back for me!" She screams, kicking out her legs as she's pulled out of sight. Swallowing hard, tears come rushing down my cheeks. Turning back to face the direction i'm travelling i continue rowing the boat, with only the moonlight to guide where i'm going.
"...I promise..."
Saturday, 11 January 2014
Chapter 31
Gary's POV
My wound begins to burn from the sand and the saltiness of the sea. "W...w...why...? Please...i can't be doing with games..." Clinging to the side of my head i firmly close my eyes from the pain.
"No games...honest..." She holds out a hand placing it onto my reddened sun burnt shoulder causing me to flinch, causing more sand to enter my wound
"OUCHHH!"
"Easy...easy...here..." Carefully she places her baby onto the sand unwrapping the silk material which was wrapped around it. "You need to keep it covered...we don't want any infections..." Watching the woman begin to wrap my stomach in the thin cloth i can't keep my eyes off her. She's different from the rest who is on the island. For one she speaks differently and she's actually helping me.
"How...how are you going to help me...?"
"My husband...he has a boat...here...hidden in the middle of the island under a few broken down palm trees..." Glancing at my naked body she smiles sympathetically at me. That's when it strikes me.
"Erm... no offence, but... i'm engaged..."
Her eyes widen by my response, but her surprised look soon fades as she giggles softly cradling her young child again.
"Don't worry... i'm not after anything...as soon as it gets darker meet me in this exact place... everyone will be asleep getting caught is the last thing you need. I mean... if they know that you're escaping you wont make it off here alive." Taking a deep breath she softly kisses her baby's forehead whilst closing her eyes for a brief moment. "...and as soon as you get off this island you must go to the hospital before anything else."
Squinting my eyes i carefully sit up to get a better look at the female. "Why are you helping me Miss...er...-"
" My name is Tiarna... but you can call me Tia." She holds out a steady hand into my direction which after a few seconds we exchange a friendly handshake.
"Nice to meet you Tia...i'm Gary."
"Gary...you're a very handsome man, Gary..." Again she glances at me a little longer, her eyes work their way up from my legs and back to my eyes. "...And i also hear you're a doctor...impressive."
"T...Thanks...er...but back to my question....why are you actually helping me?"
Her cheerful face saddens into a more pained look. "It's hard being a single Mum...trust me...I wouldn't like your child to grow up without a father who would be an outstanding role model to them.."
"Single Mum...? But you said you are ma-"
"I am... I am married..."
Rattling my brains i pull a confused look at her. "I haven't got time for games... i've told you that..."
"My husband was on this island with me... before...before...t...they...killed him." Her lips tremble and she holds her baby closer to her chest.
"O...oh...gosh...i'm sorry to hear that... why on earth would they do such a thing? Leaving you with this little one..." Stretching out a single finger i brush it against the little boy's hand.
"He didn't know. The boat...it was how we ended up here we lost control and the waves washed us out here on this...this hell hole! Luckily the boat is still sort of in tact... we tried to escape days after ending up here, but..." Shaking now she grips to her bottom lip. "They got him...they dragged me away...and...and....and..."
"Ssssh....come here..." Without causing myself too much pain with my fresh wounds i wrap my arms carefully around her showing support.
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Chloe's POV
We never made it to the airport instead we decided to stay at a hotel, but even though we're skint Mark decided to commit fraud by using Gary's credit cards. Luckily for us Mark knows exactly how to sign Gary's signature...that will be mentioned in the future as in why he's been practising it. "You're so...so beautiful...Chloe.." Mark growls against my neck as he almost drags me through the door of our room. The state of my mind at the minute i haven't a clue what's going on in the surroundings. He continues to trace my neck and jaw line with his lip, as our hands lace together. "G...Gary..." Quietly i moan resting my head against the wall which my back's pressed against.
"N...no hunny...Mark...my name is Mark...Gary isn't here anymore..." He speaks during kisses. Snapping my eyes open his words bring me back to reality. What the hell am i doing?! What are we both doing in fact!
"M...Mark...get off..." Nudging against his chest surprisingly he's gotten much stronger during this embrace.
"Come on... stop fussing...there's nothing wrong...we're just two friends..." Claiming my lips his hands press onto my stomach which causes me to lash out.
"STOP!" Loudly i call hitting my hand against his face causing it to echo in the room.
Mark steps back a little holding his cheek looking stunned over my actions. "Woah...what's gotten into you?! You started this...jeez."
Tears spring to my eyes, as i softly stroke my stomach. "Are you forgetting about Gary? We can't do this... we can never do this, ok? It was a mistake...my emotions are all over the place." Mark turns his back on my pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Seriously this has to stop!" Raising his voice he places his hands onto my shoulders. "Gary...Gary isn't coming back, and sitting around here moaning about it isn't going to bring him back...i'm sorry, but it's true. You need to think of the child's health...or that will be something else you're going to loose." Silence fills the room as my jaw drops in shock over Mark's comments. "....C...Chloe...i'm-" Nervously he tries to brush away a tear which escapes my eye, but before he does i angrily grip to his wrist. "Chloe...i...i didn't..." More tears begin to stream down my face whilst i quickly run to the bedroom locking the door behind me. Closing my eyes i slowly slide down the closed door dropping to my knees where i breakdown.
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Stirring in my sleep i get restless in bed. "Chloe...baby..." A voice echoes around my ears.
"Mmmhmm?"
"Chloe...i'm home...baby...?"
"Gary?!" The voice sounds exactly like Gary's as it seeps into my room like a windy breeze. There's a tall shadow outside my window which causes my heart rate to increase. It's him! He's actually found me! Slipping out of bed i pull back the curtains to find nothing but a tree standing beside my window. Releasing a deep sigh i cup my face. "I'm going mad...completely mad..." A good nights sleep is needed...if i can manage to actually get one. Walking back to the bed i step onto the silk duvet which causes me to slip, as i fall against the bedside table with a loud thud. A sharp pain fills my stomach. "ARRGHH!" Crying out loudly i hold tight to my stomach. This cannot be happening not now!
My wound begins to burn from the sand and the saltiness of the sea. "W...w...why...? Please...i can't be doing with games..." Clinging to the side of my head i firmly close my eyes from the pain.
"No games...honest..." She holds out a hand placing it onto my reddened sun burnt shoulder causing me to flinch, causing more sand to enter my wound
"OUCHHH!"
"Easy...easy...here..." Carefully she places her baby onto the sand unwrapping the silk material which was wrapped around it. "You need to keep it covered...we don't want any infections..." Watching the woman begin to wrap my stomach in the thin cloth i can't keep my eyes off her. She's different from the rest who is on the island. For one she speaks differently and she's actually helping me.
"How...how are you going to help me...?"
"My husband...he has a boat...here...hidden in the middle of the island under a few broken down palm trees..." Glancing at my naked body she smiles sympathetically at me. That's when it strikes me.
"Erm... no offence, but... i'm engaged..."
Her eyes widen by my response, but her surprised look soon fades as she giggles softly cradling her young child again.
"Don't worry... i'm not after anything...as soon as it gets darker meet me in this exact place... everyone will be asleep getting caught is the last thing you need. I mean... if they know that you're escaping you wont make it off here alive." Taking a deep breath she softly kisses her baby's forehead whilst closing her eyes for a brief moment. "...and as soon as you get off this island you must go to the hospital before anything else."
Squinting my eyes i carefully sit up to get a better look at the female. "Why are you helping me Miss...er...-"
" My name is Tiarna... but you can call me Tia." She holds out a steady hand into my direction which after a few seconds we exchange a friendly handshake.
"Nice to meet you Tia...i'm Gary."
"Gary...you're a very handsome man, Gary..." Again she glances at me a little longer, her eyes work their way up from my legs and back to my eyes. "...And i also hear you're a doctor...impressive."
"T...Thanks...er...but back to my question....why are you actually helping me?"
Her cheerful face saddens into a more pained look. "It's hard being a single Mum...trust me...I wouldn't like your child to grow up without a father who would be an outstanding role model to them.."
"Single Mum...? But you said you are ma-"
"I am... I am married..."
Rattling my brains i pull a confused look at her. "I haven't got time for games... i've told you that..."
"My husband was on this island with me... before...before...t...they...killed him." Her lips tremble and she holds her baby closer to her chest.
"O...oh...gosh...i'm sorry to hear that... why on earth would they do such a thing? Leaving you with this little one..." Stretching out a single finger i brush it against the little boy's hand.
"He didn't know. The boat...it was how we ended up here we lost control and the waves washed us out here on this...this hell hole! Luckily the boat is still sort of in tact... we tried to escape days after ending up here, but..." Shaking now she grips to her bottom lip. "They got him...they dragged me away...and...and....and..."
"Ssssh....come here..." Without causing myself too much pain with my fresh wounds i wrap my arms carefully around her showing support.
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Chloe's POV
We never made it to the airport instead we decided to stay at a hotel, but even though we're skint Mark decided to commit fraud by using Gary's credit cards. Luckily for us Mark knows exactly how to sign Gary's signature...that will be mentioned in the future as in why he's been practising it. "You're so...so beautiful...Chloe.." Mark growls against my neck as he almost drags me through the door of our room. The state of my mind at the minute i haven't a clue what's going on in the surroundings. He continues to trace my neck and jaw line with his lip, as our hands lace together. "G...Gary..." Quietly i moan resting my head against the wall which my back's pressed against.
"N...no hunny...Mark...my name is Mark...Gary isn't here anymore..." He speaks during kisses. Snapping my eyes open his words bring me back to reality. What the hell am i doing?! What are we both doing in fact!
"M...Mark...get off..." Nudging against his chest surprisingly he's gotten much stronger during this embrace.
"Come on... stop fussing...there's nothing wrong...we're just two friends..." Claiming my lips his hands press onto my stomach which causes me to lash out.
"STOP!" Loudly i call hitting my hand against his face causing it to echo in the room.
Mark steps back a little holding his cheek looking stunned over my actions. "Woah...what's gotten into you?! You started this...jeez."
Tears spring to my eyes, as i softly stroke my stomach. "Are you forgetting about Gary? We can't do this... we can never do this, ok? It was a mistake...my emotions are all over the place." Mark turns his back on my pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Seriously this has to stop!" Raising his voice he places his hands onto my shoulders. "Gary...Gary isn't coming back, and sitting around here moaning about it isn't going to bring him back...i'm sorry, but it's true. You need to think of the child's health...or that will be something else you're going to loose." Silence fills the room as my jaw drops in shock over Mark's comments. "....C...Chloe...i'm-" Nervously he tries to brush away a tear which escapes my eye, but before he does i angrily grip to his wrist. "Chloe...i...i didn't..." More tears begin to stream down my face whilst i quickly run to the bedroom locking the door behind me. Closing my eyes i slowly slide down the closed door dropping to my knees where i breakdown.
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Stirring in my sleep i get restless in bed. "Chloe...baby..." A voice echoes around my ears.
"Mmmhmm?"
"Chloe...i'm home...baby...?"
"Gary?!" The voice sounds exactly like Gary's as it seeps into my room like a windy breeze. There's a tall shadow outside my window which causes my heart rate to increase. It's him! He's actually found me! Slipping out of bed i pull back the curtains to find nothing but a tree standing beside my window. Releasing a deep sigh i cup my face. "I'm going mad...completely mad..." A good nights sleep is needed...if i can manage to actually get one. Walking back to the bed i step onto the silk duvet which causes me to slip, as i fall against the bedside table with a loud thud. A sharp pain fills my stomach. "ARRGHH!" Crying out loudly i hold tight to my stomach. This cannot be happening not now!
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