To Live For Once (Set Me Free II) - Episode 42

 

Jessica:

  Even though the place is pitch black, the smell of alcohol confirms that Watson is in the room. I feel against the wall and finally touch the light switch. The light comes on and blinds me for a few seconds before my eyes adjusts. Watson is currently giving me the stink eye. My eyes move down to his hand clutching a bottle of liquor . It's a local brand. It's probably lethal! Is that good for his mental condition? I hope not. The more irrational he is, the more I can use him.
"Turn the light off." He groans and turn his back on me.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Drowning my sorrow. If it isn't pretty obvious." He bites out.
"So this is your plan?!" I snap at him. He turns around and those bloodshot eyes pin me down.
"There is no plan Jessy! It's over. He knows." He takes another swig off the bottle and wipe his mouth disgustingly.
"It's not over until I say it's over!" I grab the bottle from him and throw it against the wall. He's up on his feet so fast and pinning me to the wall.
"Don't do that. Don't provoke me now. No no no

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. Don't." He seethes like a crazy man. I face him head on. He doesn't scare me one bit. He's drunk. I can very well put him down with the right move.
"Look at you. Pathetic! No wonder your Nigerian adoptive parent sent you to an asylum." His eyes shoot venom at me.
"Shut the fuck up!" He says.
"No, I won't shut up! I took care of you Watson! I've always been the one to do that. Just me! When you ran away from the mental institution to the States. Who gave you a new life? Me" I scream in his face. His hold relax on my arm but he's still glaring at me.
"I'm just a charity case to you huh? Wasn't that what I was to your father as well?" He spits.
"To my father, Rory and your last adoptive parents yes. But never to me. You are my brother." I place a tentative hand against his sweaty face. He leans into it. All his life, he only want for one thing. Love and affection.
"Jess--" I place my finger against his lips.
"Shhhh. I know you want something more but I can't give that to you." When he face falls and start to curl into anger, I push on.
"I can't give that to you because it'll be unfair to you and Amaya." I finish.
"Amaya and I?"
"I see the way you look at her, Watson. It was supposed to be part of my revenge but you fell in love with her didn't you?"
"I-i--love you as well." I shake my head.
"No. I've done too much to hurt you. I don't deserve you. I can't take you from her, Watson! Especially now." I look away for effect. I have all his attention now.
"Especially now that what?"
"That she needs you the most."
"What are you talking about. Amaya only loves Rory." He sounds unsure.
"You think? After the hurt? She lost her baby because of that man. He's nothing but bad luck. He just takes from people. He took her baby from her, Watson."
"Jesus! She is pregnant?"
"She was. She miscarried after her fall. Now, Amaya doesn't want anything to do with him. You saw her right? She hates him now. She wants an out." I press on.
"Why doesn't she just leave then? I know she's shacked up at the motel in the middle of this town. She can just leave him. It's that easy."
"Not when Rory won't let her go. You know Rory, he never loses. He has a contract with her father to finish. He wouldn't let her leave just yet. She isn't even at the motel anymore. Rory took her. Against her will." I drop the bomb and wait for it to hit him.
"What? Contract?!" I can see his eyes darkening.
"Yeah. I saw him drag her into his car a while ago. Do you think he's going to hurt her?" I add more petrol to the fire. Watson is incensed!
"That bastard! It was all about the deal!" He lets go of me and punches a hole through the wall in his heated anger. My breath hitch at the feel of the fire inside him. If there's anything Watson can do is fight for love. He's been doing it all his life. He'd do it now and I'll win.
"Calm down. It's her fate, I guess." I touch his shoulder lightly.
"No. Not if I have anything to do with this." He says calmly but the eyes he shows me are anything but calm. Yes, that's the spirit Watson. Fight! She's yours! I let him stew for a while before I retrieve the little gift I got him on my trip out.
"I almost forgot. I got you medicine. You seem to be shaking a lot more often these days." I retrieve the two tiny pills and place them in his palm.
"What are they?"
"I got them from a doctor on my way home. I told him about your condition. He said they will help." I shrug.
"You sure?" He eyes the pills.
"Of course. He's a legit doctor. You can just flush them down the drain if you don't want them though. But I think you'll need your head straight if you want to save Amaya." I drop the remaining drugs on the chair beside him. He hesitates for just a beat before downing the pills. I smirk inside. With those pills inside him, he's not going to be able to think straight.
"You'll feel better in the money." I squeeze his shoulder lightly. He pulls me to his chest and hug me tight. I feel nothing.
"Thank you Jessica. For everything." He whispers.
"That's nothing. Just take two pills every morning noon and night. You'll feel better." I assure him and pull away. He gives me a crooked smile and I grin at him. I'm sorry Watson but I must get what I want this time. I didn't go through all those painful surgeries for nothing. It's either I get love or revenge. You attack Rory, I save him and he'll love me.
 It doesn't take long before I fall into a really long sleep. I feel relaxed for the first time this year.

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. It feels so good that when I wake up the next morning, the ache in my knee is only a low throbbing. I take it as a good sign. Today will be great.
 I stretch and roll out of bed only to find Watson gone. There's a paper glued to he fridge. His scribbling is nearly unreadable and I know the drugs must have him high as hell. I smirk at the paper.

 DON'T WAIT FOR ME.
PS THOSE PILLS WORKED WONDERS. I FEEL GREAT. I DON'T EVEN HAVE AN HANGOVER THIS MORNING. I FEEL LIKE I'M FLOATING.
 

  Ofc course you are my dear.
With excitement for the day coursing through my veins, I dance to the reception to get my breakfast. To think Amaya and Rory were so cosy at the high school last night. They have no clue what's about to hit them.