"What have you done!" Mrs Culhane's screeched.
"Mom, it is not as bad as you think... We just wanted to spend sometime at home-" Damien tried to explain to his mother but she was not having it.
"Do not give me that Damien Culhane! Do not even try it! Why would you call off your honeymoon! Didn't you think of your innocent wife?"
"Look at her! She is sick and pale because of you!" She barked pacing the room.
"Poor girl would be worried sick!"
Somehow, Mrs Culhane had found out about Damien calling off his honeymoon and she got to the house when Céline had gone unconscious.
"Mom, she is sick b
Céline was in deep thoughts. She would be a mother soon. She wouldn't want her child to think of her as the thief she was going to be after taking the money Damien had giving to her.Yes. He gifted it to her and that meant she could use it. Yet, her mind rejected the option. Where else could she find legit money to pay off John and within the hour; because John wasn't happy at all, making him wait would only get him riled up.She would just have to call that bank officer and make use of that money. But she would work hard and pay it back, somehow.Elizabeth returned shortly after Mrs Culhane and Damien had left the room. She brought a plate of baked rice and chicken for Céline with a fresh jug of water.
"His name is John Sherman. He dated Céline back in high school and they broke up when she had to leave for college." Lucas read from the file in his hands.They were in Damien's office going through reports they were able to get their hands on about Céline's caller."It says here, he was admitted for psychiatric care but vanished with no trace months ago." Damien said pacing the office.They were dealing with a psychopath here and it made the hairs at the back of Damien's neck stand erect. Céline must have been so scared, that was why she accepted to do it."Don't worry bro, we'll catch him. Brian has contacted the best hands in the police department. The best private investigators are searching
Céline's phone dinged, notifying her of a message. She checked it and heart stopped."Céline, what is it?" Her aunt asked.Céline was unable to talk, she passed her phone over to her aunt to check for herself. Elizabeth took the phone and squinted over the device to check. She read the name but it didn't ring any bells."Abel? Do you know this person?" Elizabeth could not figure out what had gotten Céline so worked up over a simple name."Check again, aunt." Céline whispered as tears spilled from her eyes. She couldn't believe what was happening.Elizabeth furrowed her brows and checked the message again. "Is this message from John?"Céline only nodded, using her hands to muffle her cries. It seemed to her that her problems where never ending.Elizabeth checked the message again and gasped. Like a difficult puzzle, she had been able to put the pieces together in her head."Oh my God!""Abel
They had sent a signal out. Her husband was dead, and they were coming for her. She knew it, and she had just a little time left before they located her and killed her too. There was no time to grieve for her late husband. She had her whole life to do so if she survived this. Right now, her focus was getting herself and her little daughter out of here and to safety. They needed to go somewhere far away, where they would not find them until she got back up.She rushed to the study to pick up a pen and a paper. As quickly as possible, she scribbled down a note:Whomever you are that found her, this was my last wish before I die, that you ensure the safety of my daughter and that she lives. Do have a kind heart and grant the last wish of a dying and helpless mother. Take her to her aunt at the address below:6th Avenue, New Jersey.The last thing she wanted was for her daughter to grow up in a foster home. She carefully folded the paper and rushed out of the s
Damien Culhane spends Saturday nights in a strip club with three of his friends, Lucas, Brian and Charles. It was the only way they spent their time together on their busy schedule. They were all wealthy businessmen, so they hardly had time for impromptu and unnecessary meet-ups. Saturday nights were for making up for it to avoid breaking up the circle. They were tight friends, as good as brothers.As they all chatted away, recounting their experience of the week, Damien found his focus on one of the strippers. From the VIP booth where they were, he had a clearer view. He watched her big ass vibrate along with the music, his eyes following every upward and downward movement in sync. She was twerking on the pole, and when she turned around, her boobs were bouncing along. She was not exactly beautiful, but she was sexier than all the other strippers. Damien licked his lips. He had found a girl for the night."Damien! Damien! Earth to Damien!" It was Lucas calling.
His bloodshot eyes were what scared her the most. As ghastly and bloody looking as they were, it did not shut out his other grotesque features. He looked like he had not shaved for years now. His beards scattered all over his face like it was a battlefield. His nails did not receive any attention either. They were long and sharp and looked more like claws. The unusual dark colour of lips was scary. It made Celine wonder if those were the same lips she once kissed. They were so unnaturally dark. John looked unhealthy. Painfully slim, yet she knew not to judge by appearance. From the recent news that Celine gathered, he was more than you can handle. How did John change so much and within a short time, she wondered? "What a pleasant surprise." The smile he gave her was disturbing, and it revealed yet another disconcerting feature of his. His teeth were a dark shade of yellow, with one of the front teeth broken at the tip and some of his teeth gone.She could feel
There was a mad gleam in his bloodshot eyes. She got pressed instantly and was in desperate need to pee. She knew what he was asking, but she decided to act like she did not."What are you talking about?" she managed to ask without stammering."You know what I'm talking about! Don't play games with me!" he yelled, using his whole hand to grab her jaw and squeezing it tightly. She winced in pain. With gritted teeth, he said, "I will only ask one more time." He released her jaw and took in a breath. "Do you know?""Yes, I do." she whispered, her head returning immediately to face the floor."Oh, my bad. I told you so many things I shouldn't have." He spat. "First of all, this place. I should never have brought you here."The location of the tunnel was the outskirts of the city. It was a hidden area. A place John discovered when he was a little boy. John brought her here whenever he wanted alone time with her. She had always viewed John's choice of
It was late noon by the time Céline got back home. She was so grateful that she had come out of the den that John now called home alive. That psychopath scared the shit out of her, but she refused to show it, refused to give him that satisfaction.She felt good to be home. She was in her living room with the TV on, though she was not giving it any of her attention. The last thing on her mind was whatever was showing on the TV. She was too distracted to know the station it was on. Her thoughts were on her encounter with John and their conversation. She had no idea where to get such a sum of money John demanded. Even if she saved up her salary for a whole year, she still would not be able to realize such an amount. The truth was Céline did not have any idea how to get it. She had just made a deal with John so she would be able to come out in one piece. If Céline had not made that deal, John would not have hesitated to kill her. She could not accep