Behind The Mask (Nurses Book 2) (19 page)

No, no fucking way is Sam not involved. She has to be, I just know it. But Damian explained that she clocked out at four, and the crappy security cameras in the lobby show her leaving and never returning. He also said that they have traced the number that sent the picture but it was to a disposable phone. Or burner as they call them. They are trying to ping its location now.

I can’t just stand here, I need to move. This is driving me in-fucking-sane, where the hell could he be? Did the cameras show something and Damian isn’t telling me?

“D, did the cameras show anything? Did they show him leaving? What if he is still here?”

“We are looking into that, but this is a big building, so it’s going to take some time to search. We will find him, Cori, I know you’re scared, I am too. I like him, he seems to be a good guy. Go sit back in the day room. I will get you once we know more.”

I’m not sure that he isn’t hiding something from me. I trust Damian, and if he is hiding something it’s for good reason. I don’t like it, I hate being out of any loop when I can add valuable information.

Going back to that shitty day room I see that Kim is here now. I’m sure this is against police protocol to have us all here, especially when Kim and Olivia had zero to do with anything. I appreciate Martin and Damian for letting them come, but I just want Gage back.

“Hey, girly, I came as soon as Olivia called. She was telling me what they know. I’m really sorry, Cori, but I think they will find him. Your man is pretty buff, I’m sure he is a fighter. He will come back to you.” It’s hard to take her seriously when she is wearing scrubs with rainbows all over them.

“Thanks for trying to make me feel better. I just wish I knew who took him. I wish I knew where he was. I hope they aren’t hurting him.”

The waiting game is the hardest part in all of this. I keep wringing my fingers and pacing around the room. Mentally I’m exhausted, emotionally I feel as if I’ve run the gamut of feelings, but physically I’m hanging on.

Sam has gotten here and the detectives are talking to her now, but that doesn’t make me feel better. This girl hates me. She wants Gage, and I’m positive she has something to do with this.

“She will come, and she will love me for this.”

This girl has been saying that over and over again. I have a feeling I know who this is, but I don’t want to believe that it’s true. If it is Emily then Sam has to be behind this. I wouldn’t put it past Sam, but Emily I would think just had a bad case of sour grapes. Kidnapping wouldn’t be her thing. She showed she wasn’t fake like Sam.

I wish I could question her, maybe try and talk her down from the ledge she seems to be on. Anything, something. If I could get this hood off of me that would be even better. I  move my head back and forth, hoping that it might snap the hood around because this thing is very loose. But it doesn’t seem to be helping.

“You want to see who the fuck I am? You need to see me, Gagey boy?” She hits the back of my head as yells. I don’t know what is pissing me off worse, her hitting me or her calling me Gagey boy.

She rips the hood off my head and my suspicions have been confirmed. Emily stands before me with a wild look in her eyes. Her blonde hair is stringy and nasty like she has been sweating, and I notice that she does have a knife. I knew this bitch was nuts, I just didn’t know she was kidnap me nuts.

I try to say something but with whatever over my mouth only sounds come out. Emily laughs a snicker that sends shivers up and down my spine.

“You got something to say, Gagey boy? What? I can’t hear you?” She cups her ear with the hand holding the knife, and the handle hits her in the head but it doesn’t slow her.

I keep making sounds because I want her to take the cover off my mouth. Maybe try to talk some sense into her crazy head. But she just keeps walking around mumbling about how ‘she is going to love it.’

“Did you know that before you came along, Gagey, she seemed to want me? I saw it in her eyes, she wanted me. Then you had to come. All of her affections went toward you. Thought about killing you then, but then you refused her. Then that stupid cunt Cori comes and you start coming outside of your room. She wanted you all over again!”

Sam. It was all I could say, even though I couldn’t say it. But she must have understood anyways because she starts talking again.

“Of course, Gagey boy, it was Sam. Who the fuck did you think I was talking about? That fucked up loser Cori? Ugh, her face. But I did this for her. She will get over you, she will love me for purging her life of you. You don’t deserve her, I mean look at you. Been here for months and still can’t walk. I tried so hard in the beginning to get you to come out and walk so you could leave this place behind and not see Sam again. She would be sad, but I could comfort her. I could help her and make her feel better. But no, you had to go and be some depressed little bitch in your room. She just sat there and pandered to you, always to you. Ugh, it was so disgusting. She used to call me to talk about you. Did you know that? Of course, you didn’t. How could I forget you have eyes for that slasher face. But, yep, she used to call me all the time about you. It was like she was obsessed. I don’t understand how people can become obsessed with another. Either the person wants you or they don’t, no need to stalk them. Sam has noticed everything I have done for her. She knows how I feel, she knows. She has to know. Gagey, does she know?”

This is the rambling of a truly crazy woman. I don’t know what she is capable of, but I feel like if she keeps talking she might talk herself out of this. She keeps hitting herself in the head with the hilt of the knife.

I want to know if Sam knows I’m here. I wouldn’t put it past her to know, but I can’t be sure. I’m still laying on this god forsaken bed, but at least, I can tell what is piled on top of my legs. She put weights that the therapists use to strengthen limbs. They aren’t like weights at the gym, these have cushion on them, too.

The sounds in the hall stopped a bit ago, so I still dunno if she is working with anyone. We seem to still be at the rehab, so hopefully someone finds us soon. There is physical therapy equipment in here, so it must be some kind of store room.

I mumble noises in hopes that she gets curious and takes this shit off my mouth, but she just keeps walking around repeating the same shit over and over again. Something about she will love her for this.

“I swear I never did anything to him. I would never hurt him.” Sam is crying in the corner to Damian, who is listening to her ramblings.

“Well, tell me what happened. I know you guys had some issues. So start from the beginning of your day.”

“Well, Emily and I saw Cori helping Gage get out of her car. I was telling Emily how much I like him. Then we went on about our day. I left at four. I went home and ate dinner, then you guys called.” She’s sniffling and it’s driving me insane. I want to rip her hair out by the roots.

“You didn’t talk to Emily at all during the day?”

“No, she works in physical therapy on the opposite side of the building. Normally we eat lunch together but she said she had a patient and had to take a late lunch.”

“If you can think of anything more, anything you saw that was out of the ordinary, anything at all, come let me know. Until then sit tight.”

Damian walks off and Sam glances over at me. I try to give her the stink eye, but I fail miserably at it. I have always been too nice to look that way. I just hope she stays on her side of the room. But she’s not, she’s walking towards us. I hope she chooses her words wisely, because right now, whether I’m nice or not won’t stop me from pulling her hair out.

“Cori, I swear I had nothing to do with this. But I did do other things. I’m so s-s-s-sorry.” I don’t know by what other things she did other than sit on Gage when he was sleeping and start kissing him.

“Look, Sam, I don’t have much to say to you right now. Just stay on your side of the room.”

She nods and looks like a wounded dog, but slowly she walks away. I still feel deep inside that she does have something to do with it.

I hear sounds again outside of the room. Sounds like people searching for something. I need to make a move because it’s now or never. Mustering all the strength that I can, I try to roll the weights off of me and roll myself onto the floor. I succeed in getting a few of them off of me but it doesn’t seem to be enough. I heard one of the men ask another if they heard something. But it didn’t get them looking in here. Emily however, seems to be enraged by my stunt.

“Gage, I will fucking kill you then I will get that scarred up bitch, too. Pull shit like that again and it will all be over for you.”

As soon as she turns her back I will take my chances again. She’s not only threatening me but Cori, too. I’ll be damned if I let this psycho get to her. Thankfully she doesn’t put the weights back on me because I don’t think I would be able to roll them off again.

She keeps pacing in a circle too quick for me to do it. I have to do it before they leave this floor. I’m gonna have to take the chance and go for it.

“She will see, she will see that you are no fucking good, then she will love me! She has always loved me, she just doesn’t realize it yet.” She isn’t even caring that she is being loud again. Maybe they will hear her.

Taking my chance, I rock my hips back and forth, trying to gain some sort of momentum. I feel the weights moving back and forth. Sweat rolls off of me, going into my ears and dropping on the cushion behind me.

Taking one big push, myself and the weights clatter to the floor. It hurts so fucking bad, I hit my hip hard as shit. When I land I hear a sickening crunch, and I think I broke my nose because I smacked it hard on the floor.

Two men with guns drawn burst in the door. Emily is caught off guard, but when she rights herself she screams like a banshee. This guttural loud, heartbreaking scream. The scream of a broken woman. Emily falls to her knees with a loud thud. The cops yell at her to drop the knife, but she has a pretty good hold on it.

I laying her next to her, bleeding from my nose all over the floor, which is making it hard to breathe with this shit covering my mouth, too. But I’m frozen, rooted to this spot. Trying not to make myself seen to her.

I hear people running towards us. Their feet sound like hoof beats on the floor. I try to move away from Emily just a little bit, but she starts rambling then.

“See what you’ve fucking done? You ruin everything, you piece of shit! I should have killed you when I first took you! Now you need to pay. Pay for ruining everything. Now Sam will never know that I did this for her.”

“Emily, look at me. Hi, I’m Damian and you know Martin. I just want to talk to you. Will you talk to me?”

“No, he ruins everything! She was mine first! Why can’t anybody see that? She was mine!”

“Who was, Emily? Maybe we can get her on the phone and you can talk to her?” Damian is trying this soothing tone, like a mother talking to an infant. Emily keeps swinging the knife around, and I don’t know why they won’t just shoot her.

“Sam, but you’re not going to get her on the fucking phone. You’re a cop, your fucking job is to lie to me. Tell me what I fucking want to hear. Well, guess what, I don’t want to hear your shit!”