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Rated: 13+ · Fiction · Drama · #2234676
Jamie is given the chance for against revenge Pedro and Delilah.
RECAP: Jamie was thrown into the swimming pool by Pedro to retrieve a rake from Major (Pedro’s dog). There was a confrontation between Pedro and Major, occasioning him a second chance of escaping. He headed back to the same house and was given sanctuary by Evelyn. She allowed him to have a shower and gave him some of her Grandson’s clothes to change into whilst she put his saturated apparel into the drier.

A knock at the door sounded sometime later. Fearing it might be Pedro coming to look for him, Jamie hid behind a couch, where he was startled to find Oscar. The person at the door comes into the living room and introduces himself as Diego.

Things seem to be going Jamie’s way until they both refuse to inform the police of his whereabouts. They also emphasize the fact no one knows his whereabouts, including Pedro and Delilah.

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First Contact


“I wanna go home.” asked Jamie with tears in his eyes. “Please ring the police and tell them where I am.”

“Sorry Jamie but that’s a no can do, for now,” said Diego. “Your unexpected arrival has presented us with a unique opportunity; one that might dig us out of a fiscal cesspool, so to speak.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, and I really don’t care. I just want to go home.”

“And you will in due course.”

“But I wanna go home now.”

“Why are you in such a hurry to go back to a family that kicked you out of their home and told you never to return again?” retorted Eve.

“It was just a misunderstanding,” insisted Jamie “If I had gone back that night and knocked on the door they would have let me back in…I am almost positive of that.”

“Sit down mi amiguito, we need to talk,” said Diego.

“No, I don’t wanna talk, I wanna go home,” begged Jamie.

“Do as you’re told Jamie,” said Eve.

“You can’t force me to stay here against my will. Look, if you don’t want to get involved that’s fine, I’ll just make my own way home.”

“Park your little bottom on the couch, or you’ll get a clip across the ears!”

Silence befell the living room and Jamie sensed the same tension he’d experienced the afternoon he had thrown the salt shaker at his stepmother. The unexpected change in her temperament had taken him by surprise and felt panic stricken, like a luckless insect that had wandered into and activated a Venus fly-trap. It was hard to judge the sincerity of her threat but he was not willing to find out.

“Why are you being so mean to me?” he whimpered slumping down and wrapped a protective arm around Oscar’s waste. The couch was a grey Seattle Three seater; similar to the one in Pedro’s living room, except the chaise foot stool, which Delilah utilized as a naughty chair.

“I’m sorry darling,” said Eve in a calmer tone. “Please listen to what Diego has to tell you. It’s very important.”

“Okay, but if you strike me I’ll tell the police. That’s a promise.”

“Do you know how much trouble Pedro and Delilah be in if they were arrested? We’re talking serious jail time. Inmates don’t tolerate crimes involving children. They would more than likely end up getting assaulted and who knows, even stabbed.”

“My heart bleeds for them.”

“How much do you think they’d be willing to pay to get you back from Evelina and me?”

“You wouldn’t hand me back to those arseholes would you?”

“Language Jamie,” warned Eve.

“We want to be our rehén; our hostage. They pay a pretty ransom, but never actually get you back.”

“So, basically what you’re saying is; you guys get all the money and I take all the risk of getting re-caught and probably killed, and my family continues worrying about me for however long that insanity will take.”

“Your safety is guaranteed,” said Eve. “However it may take a few days to execute such a plan. We’d take very good care of you.”

“Do you think I can have time to think this over?”

“Sure darling. In the meantime, I’ll get your clothes from the drier. They’re bound to be dry by now.”


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“Diego’s minions should be making first contact with Pedro about now; negotiating a ransom for your return,” said Oscar, sitting on top of Jamie’s stomach.

“Their insane plan has disaster written all over it,” said Jamie, lying on Greyson’s bed; staring up at the cracked ceiling. “Something’s bound to go wrong, and I’m gonna end up back with Pedro and Delilah…I just know it.”

“I’m sure all work itself out in the end.”

“I don’t want to play their stupid games…I wanna go home.”

“Too late, the game’s already started. I would strongly advise against going AWOL.”

“Well I can’t stay here. Don’t get me wrong; Diego and Eve are a nice couple and I really appreciate all they’ve done for me, but at the end of the day they’re still strangers, and not the sort I wanna put my trust in. You saw how she threatened to hit me when I didn’t sit down.”

“Imagine how she’d react if you stuffed up her get rich plan.”

Jamie gave a non-committal shoulder shrug and then glanced at the clock on the right hand wall. It was 1:45pm. Almost three and a half hours had passed since he had gone AWOL from his captors. He imaged their present panic and rage.

“Oscar, I’m really sorry about leaving you behind that night we went AWOL. I guess I was so busy trying to get away from Pedro that I forgot all about you until it was too late. You must really have hated me.”

“Teddy Bears are born without hate in their hearts, Jamie.” responded Oscar.

“Yeah, but being left all alone in the wind and rain and hot sun would of sucked; like big time.”

“Don’t sweat it. The important thing is you came back for me and…”

Oscar’s voice ceased as the bedroom door suddenly opened and Eve entered holding a shouldering tailor-made cigarette in her right hand. She stared at Jamie for a few seconds and at the Oscar with contempt.

“Come with me,” she ordered in a stern tone. “And leave the bear behind.”

“I’d be too embarrassed to walk around with a bare behind,” retorted Jamie, with an impish grin.

“Don’t be silly; just do as you are told!”

“Am I in trouble?”

“No dear, we need you in the living room ASAP.”

“Okay…but why can’t I take Oscar with me?”

“Because I said so, now come along.”

Jamie removed Oscar from his chest and slid off the bed. He absently took Eve’s out stretched right hand and accompanied her out the room. She led him down a short passage way and back into the living room, where a large framed woman with red hair and an anorexic looking man with sun glasses, were now sitting.

“These are our long-times friends, Anastasia and Dymtrus,” announced Diego, from the opposite side of the room.

“Hi,” said Jamie. “I’m Jamie.”

“We are very pleased to meet you, Jamie,” responded Anastasia in a distinctly Eastern European accent, though from what exact country, Jamie could not be sure. “Do you know what Karma is?”

“Yeah, I think so. It’s sort of like good things happen to someone that does something good to someone else, and bad things happen to people that do bad things to other people, or something, or whatever.”

“Ya, that’s right; bad things happening to bad people. Pedro and Delilah, they are bad people, no?”

“They used to hit me and lock me up in the basement and stuff…Pedro even threw me into a swimming pool, and I almost drowned to death and he didn’t like even care.”

“Very-very bad man,” agreed Dymtrus, “Very-very bad karma; is coming Pedro’s way.”

“Do you guys reckon you could call the police and tell them I where I am?”

“We’ve already been through this Jamie, no police,” affirmed Eve. “I’m sorry dear, but that’s the way it has to be until we get that ransom from Pedro.”

“What if they flat out refuse to pay up?”

“They’ll pay,” assured Diego. “They can’t afford not to.”

“But what if they don’t? Will you still let me go home?”

“Well, let’s cross that bridge when…or if we ever come to it,” said Anastasia. “In the meantime we’re here to make sure you remain safe throughout…”

Anastasia’s sentence was cut short by an electronic melody of an unfamiliar tune. Dymtrus reached into the side pocket of his Denim jacket and retrieved a small cellphone.

“Zdrastuyte,” said Dymtrus, and then continued the conversation in Ukrainian for a short period. He ceased talking and put his hand over the phone. “Speak of devil and he goes cellular. First contact has been made. Pedro and Delilah want to talk to you Jamie; they want to be sure we’re not playing the…er how you say, the bluff?”

“Be the swift little fox,” thought Jamie

-Continues-



 
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