important right now.
She saw him staring at her hunting knife. She had it close to her on the table.
“Oh! The knife reminded me. He said you would want this back.” He pulled out her service weapon and handed it to her.
She quickly checked it, and to her amazement it was loaded.
Well, that was it. The world had clearly gone mad. No, she had gone mad. She held onto the gun tightly and started to eat again. At least now, she could take them both to the police station herself. She had a loaded gun.
A loud horn blared outside and there was the sound of a crash. They both jumped up at once and ran outside.
“Oh no, not again —”
It was another sports car. Not unlike the one she had used. It was in the bushes with the horn on full blast.
She sprinted up to the car. There he was — Alex. He was out cold, slumped over the steering wheel. A pang of fear went through her. Why, she had no clue.
“Help me please, miss. I can’t carry him alone anymore. I’ve become old.”
She looked down at the gun in her hand. She was still in bright pink pajamas; the gun would just fall right through her waistband. There was nowhere to put it.
“Oh, forget it!” She put the gun down on the gravel and helped carry Alex back into the house.
They sat him in a chair and the man went running down the hall. She couldn’t help see Alex’s nose was bleeding. He started to wake up.
“Nikki?”
“Yes, it’s me.”
“You are up. I’m so glad.”
She didn’t know what to say. Thankfully, the man was back and started cleaning Alex’s nose and face.
“Hey, I never got your name,” Nikki said to the man.
“I’m sorry, miss. My name is Godfried.”
“What’s wrong with him, Godfried?”
“This happens sometimes. When he, well, if he exerts himself too much. If he helps someone.”
They moved him to a bed. The mansion seemed to have hundreds of rooms.
She found herself sitting on the bed next to him. Her mind was spinning like an out-of-control engine.
“Your weapon, miss. You left it outside,” he said, handing her gun back.
“Oh, God, just put it on the dresser. If you were going to kill me, I guess I would be dead 20 times by now.”
“Kill you? Oh, never, my dear.”
Did she just smile? She did. The insanity of the situation had blown her mind. Why not smile. This was funny. What else could it possibly be?
“I need to go, miss. My son, he isn’t well. I need to go see him. I’m sorry to ask you this, but can you take care of Alex tonight?”
“Take care of him?” This was surreal.
“I would stay, but my son. He doesn’t have long now.”
He looked like he might cry. “Sure, it’s fine. I will stay with him.”
“Miss, I want you to know. He cares for you very much.”
“He has a funny way of showing it. Kidnapping me and all.”
“Oh, my dear, he brought you here to save you. Don’t you see? You were dying.”
So, he knew. And yes, she was dying. She was dead, if you wanted to be clear about it.
She turned to ask him a question and he was gone.
Here she was. In a mansion with Alex, a total stranger who had held her hostage for a year. Or had he? The memories were starting to become more clear now. She had been in his car, after he fell. She didn’t remember being locked up anywhere, or mistreated in any way. She should be long dead. And instead she was caring for the man that maybe kidnapped her. Well, if anything, this would make a good book, she thought to herself.
She looked at the gun sitting on the beautiful dresser. Her gut told her she wouldn’t be needing it, at least not yet — not for Alex or Godfried. Minutes before, she had intended to arrest both of them and somehow take them to the police station. She had decided to wait. Memories were starting to return, memories of both of them helping her, not hurting her. The recollections were not clear yet, but something told her there was much more to all of this. And Dianne had said she – Nikki — was in danger if she
She saw him staring at her hunting knife. She had it close to her on the table.
“Oh! The knife reminded me. He said you would want this back.” He pulled out her service weapon and handed it to her.
She quickly checked it, and to her amazement it was loaded.
Well, that was it. The world had clearly gone mad. No, she had gone mad. She held onto the gun tightly and started to eat again. At least now, she could take them both to the police station herself. She had a loaded gun.
A loud horn blared outside and there was the sound of a crash. They both jumped up at once and ran outside.
“Oh no, not again —”
It was another sports car. Not unlike the one she had used. It was in the bushes with the horn on full blast.
She sprinted up to the car. There he was — Alex. He was out cold, slumped over the steering wheel. A pang of fear went through her. Why, she had no clue.
“Help me please, miss. I can’t carry him alone anymore. I’ve become old.”
She looked down at the gun in her hand. She was still in bright pink pajamas; the gun would just fall right through her waistband. There was nowhere to put it.
“Oh, forget it!” She put the gun down on the gravel and helped carry Alex back into the house.
They sat him in a chair and the man went running down the hall. She couldn’t help see Alex’s nose was bleeding. He started to wake up.
“Nikki?”
“Yes, it’s me.”
“You are up. I’m so glad.”
She didn’t know what to say. Thankfully, the man was back and started cleaning Alex’s nose and face.
“Hey, I never got your name,” Nikki said to the man.
“I’m sorry, miss. My name is Godfried.”
“What’s wrong with him, Godfried?”
“This happens sometimes. When he, well, if he exerts himself too much. If he helps someone.”
They moved him to a bed. The mansion seemed to have hundreds of rooms.
She found herself sitting on the bed next to him. Her mind was spinning like an out-of-control engine.
“Your weapon, miss. You left it outside,” he said, handing her gun back.
“Oh, God, just put it on the dresser. If you were going to kill me, I guess I would be dead 20 times by now.”
“Kill you? Oh, never, my dear.”
Did she just smile? She did. The insanity of the situation had blown her mind. Why not smile. This was funny. What else could it possibly be?
“I need to go, miss. My son, he isn’t well. I need to go see him. I’m sorry to ask you this, but can you take care of Alex tonight?”
“Take care of him?” This was surreal.
“I would stay, but my son. He doesn’t have long now.”
He looked like he might cry. “Sure, it’s fine. I will stay with him.”
“Miss, I want you to know. He cares for you very much.”
“He has a funny way of showing it. Kidnapping me and all.”
“Oh, my dear, he brought you here to save you. Don’t you see? You were dying.”
So, he knew. And yes, she was dying. She was dead, if you wanted to be clear about it.
She turned to ask him a question and he was gone.
Here she was. In a mansion with Alex, a total stranger who had held her hostage for a year. Or had he? The memories were starting to become more clear now. She had been in his car, after he fell. She didn’t remember being locked up anywhere, or mistreated in any way. She should be long dead. And instead she was caring for the man that maybe kidnapped her. Well, if anything, this would make a good book, she thought to herself.
She looked at the gun sitting on the beautiful dresser. Her gut told her she wouldn’t be needing it, at least not yet — not for Alex or Godfried. Minutes before, she had intended to arrest both of them and somehow take them to the police station. She had decided to wait. Memories were starting to return, memories of both of them helping her, not hurting her. The recollections were not clear yet, but something told her there was much more to all of this. And Dianne had said she – Nikki — was in danger if she
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