Make You Mine(Redemption 2) - Episode 29

 

Cheryl:

"Wake her up." I am already awake but I feel no desire to open my sore eyes. I'm beyond tired. My head feels like the skin has been pulled off my skull.
"Get up! Hey!" I feel the hands hit my face lightly but I keep my eyes clenched. The horror continues when I open my eyes and the worse thing about it is I don't remember most of the things that happens to me.
"She's not waking up. Think she's dead?" I try to remain still and hold my breath at Damon's cold voice.
"She can't be."
"Did you give her an overdose last night, you moron?!" Damon growls . I feel fingers under my nose. He's probably feeling for my breath. I feel light headed but I hold my breath still. I want to open my eyes and check for any possibility of an escape but I know I can't risk getting caught playing dead.
"Check her pulse." Damon instructs. I know I'll get caught now so I jump up from the bed and come crashing into the head hovering over me. The man groans as he falls back. I don't feel any pain probably because of the drugs in my system so I fire on towards the open door.
"Cheryl!" I hear Damon scream but that only make me run faster. Harder

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. Adrenaline and the drugs make me lightheaded and I fall on my face.
"F*ck Don't you dare move from there!" I look back and Damon is just about on me. I use the wall to pull me up and leap on.
"Got you." His hand covers my arm and I screech.
"Get off me!" He pulls me up to his chest and I scratch at him. I feel my fingernails break with the ferocity of my scratches.
"Get her in check!" Damon deposits me to the guy who's head I butted earlier. He looks mad but just holds me harshly.
"Please just let me go. Please. I can't take anymore of this. I'm begging you Damon. I'll do anything you want." I cry.
 Damon walks up to me and grab my arm. I see the angry welt on his face from my scratches and I try not to smile.
"Anything?" He asks. I look away from the scratch and nod.
"Anything. Just don't pump me full of that drugs. I just can't think through it." I plead.
"That's exactly what the drugs are for. We can't have you thinking." He muses. He actually looks amused by the horrible things he's doing to me.
"Why are you doing this? I know I loved you from the day I first met you at dad's gala dinner but the only thing you've been bent on doing is hurt me. Why?"
"It's nothing personal. It's just something I have to do for love." His eyes glasses over and it hits me.
"This isn't your idea is it? It's that bitch, Francesca!" I exclaim. His eyes bring fire as I cuss at my step mother and his grip get harder on my arm.
"The real son of a bitch is your father. Did he tell you?" His thunder like face close in on me and I cringe.
"What are you talking about? Tell me what?"
"How he got his wealth. On the blood and sweat of his friend."
"What do you mean blood?" I feel suddenly nauseous.
"If it weren't for your father, Francesca and I would be somewhere else, living happily together. I can't even be with the one I love in public and I have to watch her sleep with a dirty old man!"
"My father isn't a dirty old..." A slap pushes me to the floor with a bang as my head hit the floor.
"Drug her. And bring her to the sitting room. Everything is ready." I hear Damon instruct the goon behind us.
"Please. Please. No. Please." My pleas fall on deaf ears as the needle is pushed into my arm. I scream as the rush goes up to my head.
"Give her another shot. We can't have her coherent for this." Another needle goes into my body and my head hang heavily on my chest.
"Bring her." I'm dragged into the sitting room where we're met with another man. This one looks older. I can't tell with the fog in my head.
"All the papers ready?" One of them ask. I sit and fiddle with the hem of my dirty dress.
"Don't we need to dress her up first?" The man holding me asks.
"Yeah. Put her in the dress I got her." Again I'm carried out, a dress is shrugged unto my body. I register that it's white and flowy. Like a wedding dress.
"Are you guys not done?!" Damon yells from the sitting room.
"She's ready." I'm presented to Damon who I just realize is wearing a suit.
"Sit her here." My hand is pulled till I'm sitting beside Damon. His hand comes up to my face.
"I must say you look great. This is a perfect way to go don't you think?" He asks me and I find myself nodding.
"Okay. I took the pictures. It will be in the media by tomorrow." I turn to the older man as he drops a camera on the table.
"Come on Cheryl, let's sign our marriage certificate so you can rest okay? You want that right?" He asks me. I try to nod but my head just swims. I dry heave.
"Sign here." He points to something I think and pushes a pen in my hand. I raise my hand but the pen slips off. I have to strength to even grasp the pen.
"Hold it damn you" I jump from Damon's angry growl. I fold into myself.
"I'll just help you then." He takes the pen, forces it into my hand then his hand comes over mine to hold it.
  My stomach churns again. Damon pulls on my arm too much and I gasp. This opens the floodgates to the vomit waiting at my throat. I puke my guts till my stomach and throat hurt before passing out.

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Phillip:

"He's not buying my story at all. I think he suspects something is wrong." I press my ear to the bathroom door. Noticing the looks some female patients give me for being in the women's bathroom, I turn to smile at them and whisper that she's my wife and I'm worried about her. The two women chuckle and leave without a sound. I resume my eavesdropping.
"You said you'll help me make him pay. I..." Why did she stop? The door is pushed back and I almost fall on my face. Juliet looks at me stun with her hand on the doorknob. We stare at each other for charged seconds before she tries to run past me. I catch her arm and yank her to the door. She tries to fight me but I push her into the stall and lock the door behind me. Her phone falls to the dirty floor and I kick it away from her reach before she can pick it up. She looks like a caged animal as she looks from me to the door.
"Spill." I grind out.
"I don't know what you're talking about." She clamps her mouth shut. I boil with anger and slam my fist into the wooden side of the bathroom stall. She jumps in fright and I close in on her.
"Who were you talking to? Is he even my son?!" I scream at her.
"Don't yell at me! You ruined my life you asshole!" She beat on my chest until I grab her hand and push her down to the toilet seat.
"Let me go!" She struggles with my hold.
"Who?! Where's Cheryl? Do you have anything to do with her leaving? This isn't a coincidence is it?"
"I don't know what you're saying. Let me go." She starts to sob but I feel nothing but anger boiling inside of me.
"I'm calling the police." As soon as I say this, she pushes back on me and slam her fist into my stomach. I fall back in pain as I clutch my stomach. She jumps over my body and dashes out. I make a grab for her legs but she's damn fast. I hear the bathroom door slam shut seconds later.
"Shit!" I groan as I pull myself up from the toilet floor. I lean against the wooden stall to calm my harsh breath when I notice the phone on the floor.
 I pull it off the floor and look it over. It's not broken and thankfully it's unlocked.
 I quickly check the call history for the last call but it's an unknown number. I run the number through Truecaller and gasp at the name that comes up. Francesca. The name rings a bell. I'm more convinced that this has something to do with Cheryl.
  I push myself to make it back to my room to find answers.
"There you are! You had me worried." Benedicta says as greeting. She starts to fawn over me but I brush past her.
"Where's my phone?" I ask her as I scatter around the table. I find the thing I've not seen for a week now and pick it up.
"What's going on? Where Juliet anyways? She's supposed to watch you." I tune Benedicta out as I find Cheryl's father's number and dial it. He answers on the first ring.
"You better have a reason for call me." His voice is cold.
"Where's Cheryl?" I ignore his question.
"None of your business. You know I should have you arrested for deceiving my daughter."
"What are you talking about? She left me." Benedicta whispers her question on who I'm talking to. I shake my head at her and walk out of the room not to make her panic. I lock the door behind me thankfully, she doesn't follow.
"What do you mean leave you?! You have a woman and a child she didn't know of!"
"Listen to me. I think she's in trouble. Something is not right."
"Don't cook up stories."
"I'm not. Who's Francesca. I think she has my wife." I say without pause.
"Fran.. Francesca?! That's my wife. I..."
"Have you spoken to Cheryl in a week?" I interrupt him impatiently.
"A few calls. Damon took her out of town to help her move on from you.

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. I felt like something wasnt right until I spoke to her in a video call. She seemed off but I chucked that off to feeling heartbroken."
"Damon and Francesca. I'm sure they know something we don't."
"How can I believe you. It's my wife you're talking about." The man says and I smile wryly.
"You wouldn't still be listening to me if you didn't have your doubts to begin with." I tell him. He doesn't deny it.
"How can we be sure?" He asks.
"Call her again tonight. Tell her I said what does she want me to do with the glass house now that she's left​ me. Text me her reply. We'll know for sure if something is wrong. Because only she will know the answer to that question and I'm thinking she isn't with Damon willingly. Oh and try and dig into the connection between Damon and your wife." Her father agrees to my idea and I end the call.
 God please let my guts be wrong and let Cheryl be safe. I'd rather she leaves me than for her to be hurt.