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Episode 2-17 |
Tom Residence “Congrats!”
Patrick Donovan announced as Kassie Tom came back into
the living room. “You got the job! This is great.” Kassie
was beaming with energy. “I can hardly believe it! And
it is at Natural Exposure. That place is so
beautiful.” Patrick
was still on the floor, but he managed to bring himself
onto the couch. “I’m not native to this town. What
exactly is this company about?” “Well,”
Kassie started, sitting next to Patrick. “Presence is
the location for one of their advertising and design
departments. I’ve been inside their building a few
times. I knew I wanted to work there.” “Why
didn’t you?” Kassie
scratched her neck. “Jake… my ex-fiancé… was an
orderly at Presence Memorial, so money was never an
object.” “Oh,
yes… well, this is great!” Patrick continued.
“What exactly are you going to be doing?” Kassie
shrugged. “I think I’m going to be Internet
advertising and site development. My father told me to
learn HTML since it would come in handy some day. He was
right.” Patrick
looked over at Kassie, and noticed how she was just
glowing. He couldn’t believe how beautiful she was;
her blonde hair framed her soft skin and blue eyes,
making him melt. Patrick
slowly inched his way beside her. Just
then, Darla Tom slipped into the room. “What was that
scream I heard a while back?” Kassie
blushed. “I just got a call. I got the job at Natural
Exposure!” “That’s
wonderful, Honey,” Darla said, wrapping her arms
around her daughter. Darla let out a yawn, and pulled
back. “Mom,”
Kassie began. “It’s getting late… Maybe it is a
good time to get some sleep. You look very tired.” “I
feel tired,” Darla responded, smiling. “I just
can’t get to sleep with Noah-J and all.” Kassie
patted her mother on the back. “He’ll be fine!”
she proclaimed. “He’s in our room, right? Then I can
care for him! He hasn’t been a problem yet.” Darla
nodded. “Thanks.” “No
problem,” Kassie insisted, pushing her mom into the
hallway. “We’re family. You did this with me once,
so I’m just returning the favor!” As
Darla climbed up the stairs, Robert Carlyle headed down
them. “Where
are you going?” Darla asked, noticing him head to the
door. “A
hotel,” Robert answered. “I’m not feeling right in
this house – I feel like an outcast. I’ll be back
tomorrow. This is just for the evening.” Darla
wanted to insist against it, but he left the house
before she could get anything out of her mouth. It left
her wondering. Consuelos Residence Mateo
Consuelos was doing wrist exercises, feeling strange at
how difficult lifting and throwing Ian Huber by his neck
was! He needed more work on that move. “It
has been done!” Skye Lore exclaimed, bursting through
the door. Mateo
rushed up to her, and removed her leather jacket.
“Honestly?” “You
bet your soulless demon heart!” Skye retorted,
practically skipping into the room. “It was the most
beautiful sight I had ever seen.” Skye lifted her
hands, moving them as if painting the scenes. “A
crushed car… Torn metal everywhere… And the body!
Blood coming from her head and a pulseless wrist hanging
over the seat…” Mateo
came up to her. “I really hate to have missed it… It
sounded great!” “Quick,”
Skye declared, moving to the television. “The eleven
o’clock news was on the site once I left. They should
be on the TV right now.” Mateo
slumped down on the couch, and picked up the champagne
bottle. “To evil!” “Cheers,”
Skye responded, flipping through the channels. “Here!
This is it!” A
male reporter was mobile along Mystique Road.
“Following the earthquake a month ago, another
terrible incident has occurred.” The camera followed
him to the side of the road. “A woman, currently
identified to be Brianna Huber, drove off the side of
the road and down the rocky incline. The paramedics have
brought her to the hospital, but they have listed her as
dead…” “Yes!”
Mateo declared, giving Skye a high five. “You
weren’t lying.” Skye
grabbed the bottle. “How could you have thought that I
would lie?” “I
don’t know…” Mateo shrugged, taking a swig. “You
have been known to… not follow orders. You couldn’t
finish your first assignment! You came here last March,
and all you did was drive that poor man crazy.” Skye
turned to him. “And Dean had it coming to him… and
yu know damn well I couldn’t get started until you
came!” “And
I was waiting for months as you wasted more
time!” Mateo finally said. “But we can start it
now… Oh, before we do any planning – guess what I
did while you were out?” Skye
thought about it, looking into his eyes. “Let me
see… Going along the lines of something productive…”
Skye thought, and then, “Did you do something to
Ian?” Mateo
touched his nose. “Bingo. I scared him a little… And
then I launched him across his living room and knocked
him unconscious. This way he won’t try to rush and
save his precious wife till he comes to in the
morning!” “Wow,”
Skye gasped, inching towards Mateo. “I’ll be you
could have killed him… with your bare hands.” Mateo
nodded, leaning over to Skye. “I was strangling him…
I could have killed him in a snap…” Bringing
her legs on his, she reached over for his hands. “I
want you to do something for me.” “What?”
he spoke, shifting his weight closer to hers. Skye grabbed his hands
and placed him on her chest. “Touch me with those
hands…” Huber Residence Ian
lay unconscious on the floor beside a broken lamp. The
phone rang off the hook, but he couldn’t answer. Even
though it was news regarding his wife, he couldn’t do
anything… Presence Memorial Hospital: Emergency Entrance A
doctor came out of the wide automatic doors. “What do
we have here?” A
paramedic came out of the ambulance. “It is Brianna
Huber. Ian’s wife. She was in a terrible accident. She
was killed instantly.” The
doctor’s eyes widened. “Have you tried contacting
Ian?” “We
have,” he responded, bringing the body out on a
stretcher. “He’s not answering.” He brought the
stretcher through. “We have declared her already. Ten
forty.” Nodding,
the doctor sadly brought the body in. “We’ll keep
her. I’ll ask Betty to keep trying to contact
Ian…” King
Mansion Iris
Torres and Adam King were both sitting down at a table
in the King Mansion’s dining room. The tables had been
pushed to the outside, leaving dozens of couples dancing
in the center. “This
place is so wonderful, I don’t care how
pretentious,” Iris laughed, admiring her surroundings.
“I had no idea that you could just hire a string
quartette like that!” Adam
nodded. “It is a perk of being filthy rich… But I
would trade it all to be… well… normal.”
Adam took a sip of his wine. “I hardly know my
father… Spending my life in private schools and
ignored by him did that. My big brother got all the
attention.” Iris
nodded. “That’s too bad. I had the same problem, but
it is a little more complicated than –” Before
Iris could finish, Henderson came up to their table.
“Muriel and the chef are preparing a shrimp casserole
and salmon steaks. Would Mr. King and his lady friend
care for some?” Adam
smiled. “Sure. Did you want some?” “I’ll
have the salmon,” Iris said. “But please skip the
casserole. I’m allergic to shrimp. Unless you want me
to blow up like a balloon…” Henderson
nodded. “Very well, madam.” Adam
tugged at Henderson’s penguin tail. “Could you skip
mine as well? See if the chef could prepare some Chicken
Kiev.” To Iris: “You like chicken, right?” Iris
nodded, smiling. “Especially Kiev. That’s
perfect.” In
agreement, Henderson left. “This
is beyond anything I’ve ever experienced,” Iris
said. “Servants and parties… But I could never get
used to it.” Adam
couldn’t help but stare at her. Her delight and her
eyes kept him enticed. Iris caught him looking, and she
turned her head away, blushing. “Constance!”
came a shrill, female voice. Taking
a break from grilling Muriel about the shrimp casserole,
Constance turned around to see her two friends rush to
her. “How are you doing, Priscilla?” Priscilla
was all smiles. “You’ve outdone yourself this
time!” “The
decorations are magnificent!” Lourdes said, carrying
around a trademark glass of wine. She was known to take
to the bottle. “I wish I could get my husband to throw
something like this.” “Do
it yourself!” Constance instructed her friend,
excusing Muriel. Priscilla
pushed her red hair back. “We’re also here to get a
name.” “Yes.
A name.” Lourdes took a sip from her glass. “Do you
know who your son has invited with him?” Constance
turned to the table where Adam sat. She could see him
laughing, and having what looked like a good
conversation with his guest. “That’s Iris Torres.” “Iris.
That’s a pretty name,” Lourdes complimented, her
speech slightly slurred. “But Torres. The name
doesn’t ring a bell.” Constance
swallowed. “She’s from in town. If I’m not
mistaken, she works with my son at the company in
town.” Priscilla
looked to their table. “They look… happy. Why did
Adam choose to work at the bottom? He could have easily
snatched a position much higher.” Constance
shrugged. “It is just who he is. He enjoys what he
does… And he obviously has made a good friend.” Julian
King came down the long flight of stairs, and carried
himself through the crowd of people. They were all
chatting, hardly noticing him. Slipping into the dining
room, he spotted his son at a table. With the hussy. “Hello
there,” Julian said, interrupting their quiet
conversation. “Mrs. Torres: How are you enjoying
yourself?” Iris’
stare turned cold. “I was enjoying myself.” “Leave,
father,” Adam said blankly. Julian
reached into his back pocket and pulled out a roll of
sheets; he tossed them at Iris’ side of the table.
“I went to the liberty of getting the lawsuit papers
finished for this evening.” Iris
couldn’t believe the nerve of the man. Adam
reached over to her side and snatched up the papers.
“I don’t know what you’re trying to pull, father,
but this is wrong. Not only is this suit groundless, but
you’ve chosen a very bad time.” Julian
disagreed. “This is needed. Do you know what she did
to you?” “Yes,”
Adam said. “I am well aware. But I showed up at her
house out from jail, convicted of stabbing her, like a
raving lunatic. Thank God I’ve gotten over
that.” Adam
picked up the papers, and ripped them in half.
Consequently, Julian stormed away. “Thanks,”
Iris spoke softly. “That man is infuriating.” “Don’t
worry.” Adam tore the papers up even more. “He has
no case. This won’t go far without me.” Minutes
later, Henderson came by with plates and drinks for
them. Many of the guests also say down as tables were
starting to be served. Presence Memorial Hospital Addy
Evans stared incredulously at the gift she had just
opened. She could hardly believe her eyes. Noticing that
Gillian Evans and Giovanni Pike were coming her way, she
quickly stashed the gift. “Mom?”
Gillian asked, entering the room. “Are you feeling
better?” Addy
nodded. “Good,”
Gillian continued. “Giovanni and I are going home
right now, but I will visit you again first thing in the
morning.” Addy
shook her head. “Don’t you bother doing that. I’m
doing great, and I hope to come home tomorrow.” Gillian
nodded. “Very well. But call if you want anything.” “I’m
fine,” Addy finally stated. “Don’t let an old lady
like me keep you young people from doing what you
like.” Taken
aback, Gillian could have sworn that her mother no
longer cared if she dated Giovanni or not. It felt
strange, but she managed to accept it. As
the two left, Addy remained unbothered by their
closeness. Tom
Residence Upstairs,
Darla fell into her bed and fell asleep immediately. She
hoped that she wouldn’t have any nightmares like
previous nights. The
secret was wearing on her. Several
minutes later, downstairs, Kassie was cleaning up the
kitchen. Her mother had actually gone through the
trouble to making homemade baby food with cooked carrots
and peas. “What
a resourceful woman,” Kassie concluded, wiping the
counter. She washed up, and slipped into the living
room. She saw Patrick doing several pushups. Patrick
noticed her, and stopped. “My upper body is the only
part I can use right now. I need to make the best of
it!” “You’d
better not pull anything!” Kassie stated. “That
would not be good.” “Don’t
you worry about me,” Patrick insisted, continuing his
exercises. Within
seconds, the sound of a baby crying perked Kassie’s
attention. “Noah’s
at it,” Patrick said. “This better not start a
pattern.” Kassie
ignored his comments and rushed through the hallway and
up to her room. She opened the door to a dark room with
two beds and a crib. Kassie moved up to the crib, and
reached in to grab Noah. “Shhh…”
she cooed softly, rocking him back and forth. She moved
to the entrance and slipped out to the hallway. She
moved over to the stairs. Noticing an odd sound, she
moved to the stairs. “Patrick!” Patrick
was pulling himself up the stairs. “You’re
crazy,” Kassie stated, continuing to rock Noah. “Why
are you doing this to yourself?” Patrick
kept pulling himself up. “There is no way I’m
going to remain confined in that chair. And if I can
start feeling my legs, than full recovery is only a few
steps ahead.” Shaking
her head, Kassie saw that Noah was asleep. His small
face was scrunched up, and his breathing was soft and
comforting. “You
did it,” Patrick groaned, lifting up the final step.
“You got him asleep… You’re like a real mother. A
natural.” Kassie
hadn’t realized it… until Patrick said it. Being
with Noah was like something she had been meant to do.
And it was something she didn’t want to stop doing. Consuelos
Residence “You
want these hands?” Mateo smiled, rubbing her abdomen. Skye
nodded, biting her lower lip. “Yes…” She quickly
got up and landed on Mateo. There was something about
the death that excited them! He
shifted himself on the couch, lying across lengthwise.
“You are good to me,” he said, looking up at her. Straddling
his waist, Skye brought her hands down over his white
T-shirt. She pulled it out from his black jeans and
pulled it over his head. She grabbed his hands and
brought them to her blouse. “What
have we here?” Mateo gleamed, unbuttoning her red
blouse. As he worked the buttons, she moved her hands
over his rippled abdomen and upper chest. He took off
the last button and slipped the shirt off her shoulders
and threw it to the ground. Skye
gave him and sly smile, and shifted herself down his
legs; her breasts were contained in her small, white
bra. Bringing her head down, she kissed his navel and
greedily and licked down to his jeans. She flashed him
her red eyes, and popped the button on his pants. Skye
pulled the zipper down to reveal his briefs. “You
do know your way around, don’t you?” Mateo groaned,
placing his hands on her head. He arched himself so she
could pull his pants off. Before she could go any
further, Mateo brought his legs to the ground and got
up. Skye
looked disappointed, until her bent down and picked her
up. “I love your hands,” she laughed, tracing her
finger along his arm. He
carried her down the hall to his bed, and laid her down.
He came on top of her, and loosened her pants. Dragging
them off, he threw them aside and got on her. “Yes…”
Skye moaned, closing her eyes. Mateo
straddled her legs and brought his head down to her
chest. Kissing her bra, he brought his hands to her back
and unhooked it. He slipped it off, and handled her. “That
feel nice,” she sighed as he moved his hands over her
body. “We’re going to do so much together…” Mateo
laughed, and brought himself up to her face. “You’d
better believe it! And there is one thing that is for
sure…” Gasping
in pleasure, Skye brought herself to say, “What would
that be?” Mateo
slipped out of his briefs, and brought himself to her.
“Death of everything holy in this town – and the
success of our plan.” Mateo
and Skye both let out laughs. They both fit together
perfectly and knew that they had so much ahead for them.
Their pleasure continued into the night as they made a
connection that would forever haunt the town – and
them. St.
Peter’s Catholic Church Father
McMurdy was putting out the candles that surrounded a
shine at the front of the church. He moved slowly up
between the pews. He walked to his rectory and said a
prayer. “Dear
Lord. May You bless this church and the citizens of this
town with Your love? Amen.” As
he opened his eyes, he turned on a light. He observed
the wall of the room, reading the many church notices.
Stopping, he noticed a patch of the wall looked odd;
bringing his hand to the beige wall, he touched it. “What
the…” he stuttered, looking at the substance on his
hand. It
was blood. “No!”
he cried out, reaching for a Kleenex. “This can’t
be…” Once he sat down, a gust of wind blew through
his office. The light bulb burst. “Woah!”
he said, jumping back from his desk. He jotted his head
around the room, knowing very well there were no windows
or vents. “Where…?” Suddenly,
a book from his shelf fell on to the floor. The wind
came through his office again, but it was much stronger.
Without warning, the book caught fire and the wind
flipped the cover and turned the pages. “Sweet
mercy…” Father McMurdy muttered, shielding his
confused eyes from the wind. “What is happening?” Then
it all stopped. He
snuck up to the fallen book, and observed what page it
was at. Taking out a leather bookmark, McMurdy picked up
the book. He saw the page; it was littered with text. After
reading, he marked the spot and shakily replaced the
book. “There
is hope to stop what is coming,” Father McMurdy
whispered, exiting his office, crossing his chest.
“But something in this town is doing to deliver an
evil unknown to this world. An evil that will destroy
goodness…” Evans
Residence Gillian
walked up to the door of her home with Giovanni. The
night was cool, and they both looked tired. It have been
a trying period. “Good
night,” Gillian said, getting the keys from her
pocket. Giovanni
responded, “Good night to you, too.” “I’m
going to hate waiting for you all night,” Gillian said
plainly, inserting the key into the lock. “You
know,” Giovanni said, wrapping his arms around her,
“we don’t have to go anywhere.” Gillian
squirmed away. “No… Don’t you remember what we
discussed? All I want to do tonight is sleep.” Giovanni
backed away. “Fine. See you tomorrow.” They
parted. Presence
Memorial Hospital “It
is amazing.” “What
is it?” Addy asked. Nurse
Betty was in the midst of checking Addy’s vitals and
charts. “You are doing surprisingly well.” She
double-checked the charts. “You seem very
energized.” Addy
shrugged. “It must be the new year.” Betty
smiled at her. “Whatever the reason, I don’t think
we need to keep you cooped up in this room any
longer.” “Thank
you,” Addy said as Betty tore a section of her chart.
“Am I free to go?” Betty
nodded. “There are a few papers, but they will be only
a minute.” As
Betty left, Addy was all smiles. Sitting upwards on her
bed, she reached under her pillow and picked up the
item. “I
know why I have energy,” she said. “And I know how
I’m going to use it…” King
Mansion “You’re
kidding,” Adam said, feeling terribly embarrassed.
“I can’t believe any of this!” Iris
nodded her head. “It is the truth.” She put down her
fork on a plate containing only fish bones. The meal had
been delicious. “Let
me get this straight,” Adam started, he too putting
his utensils down. “Your brother, Wyle, framed me for
your stabbing because he knew that I would be at work
with you the evening you were stabbed.” “It’s
crazy,” Iris laughed. “So
he planted blood around the guest house?” Adam
questioned. “Why would your brother do this?” Iris
felt as if she needed to tell someone. “Um… I think
it was childhood. My sister and I had a very competitive
relationship. But she died as a result of a
misunderstanding. My brother blamed me… My father,
too. The first time I have seen my father in ten years
was last spring.” Adam
was slightly shocked. “Wow… I didn’t expect
that.” “Well,
the good part was after my mother was murdered I
finally got closer to my father. Our first outing was
the funeral you brought us to.” As
if on cue, the quartette began playing a slow song. “Want
to dance?” Adam said. Iris
looked around, then back. “Sure…” It
felt as if the evening wouldn’t end. She didn’t want
it to. Everything was perfect and as she had wanted it
to be all her life. Julian
King muttered loudly in his room. He paced back and
forth, loosening his lie. Within minutes, his personal
line in his room rang. “Julian
King,” he said, picking up the cordless phone. “Father?”
came the very familiar voice. “How’s the party?” Julian’s
eyes lit up. “John! It is so great to hear from you.
It feels like you’ve been gone for an eternity. How is
life in office?” “It
is okay,” John replied. “But you didn’t answer my
first question. How’s the party mom threw?” Julian
shook his head, and quickly made his way to his drink
bar. He poured himself a brandy. “It is a good party.
It is just that Adam is dating this – woman.” John
gasped. “A woman? Heaven forbid!” Taking
a gulp of his drink, he quickly reiterated. “No, no,
no… A local woman. There is no way that the family’s
plans are going to work if this continues.” “I
see…” John stated. “What merger is it this time?
The Winthrops?” Julian
nodded. “Yes. Their daughter, Macy, to whom Adam gave
a great deal of attention last spring, is returning from
Europe this month. Her parents have excitedly approved
the marriage. Can you believe all the territory we’d
conquer in Europe? King Industries could establish
itself in dozens of countries just like that!” Julian
paused. “Are you coming home? We’ve reserved the
East Wing for you.” “I’ve
considered it,” John started. “And decided that I
will come. Hell, I never do anything here anyways. I
always have others do the work.” Julian
was elated. Constance,
standing outside the room, couldn’t help but listen
in. She could only pick out pieces of the conversation,
but knew it wasn’t good. “I
always get what I want,” she heard Julian crack. Quickly
going back down the stairs to say goodbye to guests, she
was quite worried. Tom
Residence Noah
was sound asleep in his crib as Kassie readied herself
for bed. It had been an eventful day, and while Noah was
easy to deal with, adjusting to his presence took a lot
of energy from her. “Kassie?”
Patrick asked, sounding low. Kassie
quickly turned around, covering herself with her
nightgown. She saw Patrick on the floor beside his bed.
He had removed his shirt, but he remained fully clothed. “Yes?”
Kassie responded. Patrick
tried to pull himself up, but failed. “I think I
–” “—Pulled
something?” Kassie finished, moving to his bed
opposite from hers. She passed around the crib and sat
beside Patrick. “I told you this would happen…
You’re pushing yourself a little hard, I think.” “Can
you help me up?” he asked, exasperated. Kassie
shrugged. “You’re the muscle man… I’ll see what
I can do.” She slipped her arms under his, and she
tried to bring him up. “Ow!”
Patrick yelled, countering her force. “It’s a back
muscle… I don’t think I pulled it, but I certainly
did something to it.” He popped himself on the wall
beside his bed. “It feels better just staying here.” Kassie
shook her head. “That isn’t right,” she spoke,
coming up beside him. “I’m going to give you a
massage. It might help your back.” He
was reluctant. “Do you know how to give a
massage?” “Of
course!” she responded, coming up behind him, shifting
his body onto her legs. “Where is it tense?” Patrick
brought his muscular left arm around his head, pointing
to his right arm shoulder blade. “There.” She
nodded, taking her hands and rubbing his upper back. She
pressed her fingers deep, trying to loosen the tight
muscles. Kassie felt how warm his skin was on her hands,
and couldn’t help but enjoy herself. “Uhng…”
Patrick groaned, loosening his shoulders. “I guess you
do know what you’re doing.” He breathed out, and
straightened out his jeaned legs. “I
know a few tricks,” she retorted, getting into the
kneading motions. “If I remember correctly, all I need
to do is press right here…” She dug her thumb into
the small of his back. Patrick’s
body heaved upwards. “Woah… what is that point
for?” “It
comes in handy,” she laughed. Kassie quickly made her
way to his shoulders, massaging them deeply with her
hands. Patrick
sighed. “Yes… Kassie
wanted to make small talk. “I’m starting the job
tomorrow, and I was wondering if you could come help me
get set up.” “I’m
still your bodyguard,” Patrick pointed out, writhing
in pleasure. “Even if I’ve got this silly
paralysis.” After
a minute, Kassie stopped her hand motions. She got up
and walked over to her bed. “I… I’m sure that
you’re feeling better.” Patrick
turned around, looking confused. “I do… I guess…
um… I’ll see you tomorrow morning, to bring you to
your job.” Kassie
wanted to stay with him – she wanted to be with him.
But he was her bodyguard, and they did need to remain
professional.
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