Sunday, November 30, 2014

Her First Day (Part 12)

"I will be careful. Please let me know when they take him out of here. I don't want her to worry about being attacked again when she wakes up," Holland said.
"I will do that," he said. Holland turned, waking toward the lobby doors. He needed to call the office and let them know what happened. He was sure he was going to need one of his colleagues to help him when the time came. He walked out the door, taking a deep breath of the fresh air. He took another to steady himself. The days events were taking a toll on him. He needed to relax, but he was not so sure that was going to happen until he knew Farmer was gone. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed the office. The other end rang three times before being picked up.
"Thank you for calling the offices of Smith and Holland. Chasity speaking, how may I direct your call?"
"Hi, Chasity. It is Andrew. Let me speak to Mike, please? Tell him it is important."
"Oh, hi Mr. Holland. I will transfer you right over."
"Thanks" he said, hearing the hold music a second later. 'We really need to change this music. Our poor clients ears are suffering,' he thought while waiting.
"Mike Smith," he heard the baritone voice say from the other end.
"Mike, it's Andrew. We have a problem."
"What's going on?"
"Well, a few things. You know the new hire we have? Missy?"
"Yes. We acquired her from Farmer and Sons. She has an impressive track record."
"She does, but there was a problem at Farmer and Sons that just traveled through to us. It seems Edwin was obsessed with her to the point of stalking her."
"Are you kidding?"
"No, he kidnapped her today. It just so happened that I seen him do it. I followed them to a remote location that he had all set up for her. I am not sure if he planned to take her life, but he was definitely planning on raping her."
"Jesus. Where is she now?"
"In the hospital. He beat her up pretty badly. She is resting now."
"Where is he?"
"That is why I am calling. I beat him up, badly. He is in the hospital and they will be taking him to the police station. There is talk that he wants to press charges against me."
"Don't worry about that. You will be represented by me. If he does press charges, then we will do the same on behalf of Missy. He will not get anywhere near her again. I am filing a restraining order against him as soon as we hang up."
"For some reason, I don't think a restraining order will stop him." 
"I don't either. I will place a call to our security firm and get a couple of our best guys on it."
"Thanks, Mike," he said, walking back toward the building. Three cops rushed past him. His breath caught in his chest. He sprinted into the building.

Sunday, November 23, 2014

Her First Day (Part 11)

She was moved to another floor. Holland was told he needed to wait outside the room until they got her settled. He paced the hallway. He could not take it. He wanted to be in there if she woke up. The nurses and orderlies walked out of the room. He rushed in to see she was still sleeping. He breathed a sigh of relief. He sat in the blue chair next to her bed. He watched her as she slept. She finally awoke after two hours.
"Hey," he said, as she rolled to look at him.
"Hi, Mr. Holland."
"Please, after the ordeal we went through today, you can call me Andrew or Andy."
"Okay, Andrew. Thank you for saving me. If you didn't show up, I don't know how far he would have done or how far he would have gone," she said, as a tear escaped her eye. She quickly wiped it away.
"Don't think about that," he said, reaching for her hand. She allowed him to take it. He ran his thumb along her knuckles, comforting her.
"I can't help it. He was going to rape me and may have killed me, if you didn't find us. I can't thank you enough," she said yawning. Sleep was overtaking her again.
"You need to rest," he said, bringing her hand his lips. He lightly kissed her knuckles. She fell asleep to the feel of his lips lightly grazing her knuckles. He waited to hear her breathing even out before he let go of her hand. He got up and left the room. What she said resonated in him. He was going to confront Farmer. Farmer needed to know he meant business. If he so much as called her again, he would be dealing with him again.  He did not want that. Holland was not going to let anything else happen to her. He would hire security for her. She would have twenty four hour protection on his dime. Farmer would never be able to get anywhere near her again. If he happened to slip by his security detail, he would be dealing with him again. And this time, he wouldn't make it to the hospital.
Holland stalked his way down the curtained wall toward Farmer's room. He found cops standing guard and Farmer screaming. They had cuffed him to the bed. He was not going to be going anywhere. The orderly who approached him when he first arrived came up to him.
"He won't be bothering her anytime soon."
"Thank you. Please make sure he doesn't escape."
"He won't. As soon as he gets the all clear from the doctor, he is headed straight to jail."
"Good. There is no better place for him. His father will get him out within hours. I am sure of it, but she will have around the clock security by that time. He will never get near her again."
"With the damage he did to her, he doesn't need to get to her. Listen, I heard him screaming, he may press charges against you. If I were you, I would steer clear of him until he leaves here."

Sunday, November 16, 2014

Her First Day (Part 10)

He kept up with them, pulling in right behind them as they reached County General. He swung his car into the parking lot. Parking it in the first available spot, he climbed out, running toward the ambulances. He reached them as they took Missy out. Following them through the emergency room doors, he was stopped by one of the orderlies.
"Sir, you need to wait here," he said, placing a hand on Holland's chest.
"But, she needs me."
"We understand that. I promise, I will come and get you as soon as we have her stabilized. Let us work on her first. Have a seat," he said. Holland walked over to the chairs and sat. He ran his hands through his hair. He stood up, pacing the room. They wheeled in Farmer, causing his blood to boil. He stormed over to the gurney. Farmer was just coming to. He tried to scramble off of the gurney when he spotted Holland.
"You son of a bitch, if there is anything major wrong with her, you can bet your ass I will be paying you another visit," he screamed, as they quickly wheeled Farmer through the doors. He paced back and forth for what seemed like hours before the doors opened again and the same orderly that stopped him came out. He waved him in through the door. He followed him, hoping he would pick up the pace.
"How is she?" he asked, as they passed a few curtain walls.
"She'll be fine. She has a concussion and some cuts and bruises, but other than that she doing pretty well. We need to get an x-ray of her face to make sure her orbital or cheek bones are not broken."
"Is she awake?"
"No. We need to get her information, but we can wait until she wakes up to get everything we need."
"I can supply you with some information, but not a lot. She just started working for me today. I need to ask you to have someone keep a close watch on her. The guy they brought in right after her is the one that attacked her."
"Shit," the orderly said, sprinting down the hall. Holland picked up his pace, keeping up with the orderly. They reached Missy's room to find Edwin standing next to her bed. They had placed him in the curtain room right next to her. The orderly rushed in, pulling Edwin away from the bed. He forced him back to the other side of the curtain. He checked the monitors to ensure she was still stable. He couldn't find anything wrong. He radioed for extra man power. Holland sat by Missy's side willing her to stay asleep until they got Farmer out of there. A few men showed up. They spoke out of Holland's earshot. The next thing he knew they were in the room with him asking him to back away so they could move Missy. He stepped aside, allowing them to work. He followed them as they moved her away from her stalker.

Saturday, November 8, 2014

Her First Day (Part 9)

Dirt flew up as the cops came into the driveway at a high speed. The first cop to jump out of the car was Ryan Barber, Missy's contact at the police station.
"Get your hands up and step away from her!" he screamed at Holland, pointing his gun in their direction. Holland let go of Missy's shoulders, raising his hands.
"Ryan, he's with me. He saved my life."
"Missy, are you okay?" he asked, running over to them as a few of the other officers went rushing past them. He got a better look at her face, using the radio strapped to his  shoulder to call for an ambulance. She saw a look of worry cross his face.
"I'll be fine," she said, attempting to ease his worry. She took a step toward him, stumbling. Holland had his arms around her in a flash. Ryan caught her around her shoulders.
"Missy, you're not fine. An ambulance is on the way. They will take you to the hospital."
"I don't need to go to the hospital. I just need to sit down," she said as her head swam. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head as she stumbled again. The world went black. Holland had her scooped in his arms before she even touched the ground. He carried her to his car. Ryan opened the door, allowing him to sit her in the front seat. Two ambulances pulled down the wooded driveway. Ryan went running to them. He directed the EMTs to Holland's car where a still passed out Missy sat in the front seat. The EMTs went over with a stretcher. They were able to wake Missy long enough to get her on the stretcher. They loaded her into the ambulance as the other EMTs were bringing out Farmer. Holland saw red again and headed in his direction. Ryan stopped him.
"He isn't worth it," he said putting his hand on Holland's chest in an attempt to stop him from doing any more damage. Holland stopped, looking at Ryan.
"He doesn't deserve to live."
"I understand where you are coming from and believe me justice will be served. I don't care who his father is, he will be put away for a very long time. You already done some fine tuning up on him. I am sure he will want to press charges, but I will put a stop to it. He won't see the light of day again, except through the prison bars. Go be with Missy, they are bringing her to County General."
"Thank you," Holland said, extending his hand to Ryan. Ryan took it, giving it one firm shake. Holland got in his car and drove off. He wanted to be the face she saw when she finally came to. He would not have it any other way. He sped down the highway toward the hospital. He caught up to the two ambulances, fuming as he realized they were both going to the same hospital. He did not want Farmer any where near her.

Sunday, November 2, 2014

Her First Day (Part 8)

"Please, I'll do anything you want," she pleaded, scrambling away from him. She hit the wall between the kitchen and the living room. He reached her, snatching her up by her hair. He drug her across the floor to the couch, slamming her head into the coffee table before throwing her onto the couch. Her hands went to her nose. Blood was gushing out. She was certain it was broken. He pinned her down, climbing on top of her. He tried to rip her top off, but she fought back. She shoved him off of her. She tried to escape, but he pulled her back underneath him, ripping her shirt. She tried to cover herself up. He forced her arms abover her head, grabbing the rope he had fixed to the legs of the couch. Lying down on top of her, he tied her hands above her head.
She screamed. He tried to kiss her. She shook her head from side to side. He grabbed her face, forcing his tongue into her mouth. She bit down, hard, taking off the tip of his tongue. He pulled back, slugging her in the jaw. He knocked her out. He looked at her, smiling. He stood up, beginning to remove her pants, when the door to the cabin flew open. Splinters flew everywhere. Holland had kicked the door off the hinges. Holland set out on a dead run toward Farmer. Farmer did not have time to stand up straight to defend himself. Holland was on him, knocking him to the ground. He began punching him in the face. Farmer brought his arms up to protect himself, making Holland angrier. He punched farmer in the ribs, feeling them crack under his fist.
Missy stirred, hearing the commotion to her left. Through a swollen left eye, she could barely see someone beating up on Farmer. When her vision focused, she realized it was Holland. She tried to move her hands down to cover herself, but failed. Holland stopped punching Farmer when he realized he was passed out. He stood up, looking over at Missy. She tried to turn her body away from him. He went out to the car, leaving her tied to the couch. He came back in with his jacket, covering her up. He cut the rope from above her head, allowing her her arms to fall to her side. She slipped into the jacket, sitting up.
"I've called the cops. They are on the way. Go wait in the car. You don't need t be in here anymore," Holland said to Missy.
"H-How did you know where I was?" she asked, on the verge of tears.
"I saw him take you. I followed you, but lost you on the highway. I had to back track. I'm sorry he was able to get this far with you. I should have gotten hear sooner," he said running his hand through his hair.
"Don't be sorry. I am just glad you came. Thank you for saving me," she said, standing on her shaking legs. He grabbed her before she fell back onto the couch. He walked her to the door with his arm around her shaking shoulders.