“I’m not signing anything. You must be drunk or out of your mind to think that I’ll sign those without an explanation. Whatever happened to you? You’re acting so strangely.” Becca ground out through clenched teeth, anger finally overcoming the pain that had been ravaging her and pushing it to the background. It was a welcome emotion, for Becca was sure that if she continued to feel the pain, she will faint from the force of it.
“Oh, but you would sign them, Becca. You’re going to sign them whether you like it or not, or I’m going to make your life really miserable. You know I can do that.”
Becca did not doubt that he could do that, but at that moment, she did not give a damn. “Do whatever the fuck you want, but the fact remains that I’m not going to give you the satisfaction of signing those papers since you can’t be bothered to act civil in such a matter as delicate as this.” She finished and flounced out of the room, heading straight for the room that she shared with him. She got a few things she needed for the night, like her cream, nightie, and others, after which she headed over to one of the large guest rooms, which were hardly ever used, but were always in pristine condition.
Once she had finished having her bath, she reclined on the bed and tried to get some shuteye, but sleep never came. In fact, she knew that she was not going to get any sleep that night. She had been expecting her dear husband to come to his senses and come over to the guest room to apologize and admit that he did not know what had come over him, but when it was past midnight, and she did not see him anywhere around, Becca knew that she was only deceiving herself.
She hated fighting with anyone, especially the man she was in love with, but this was no ordinary fight. Still, her pride did not allow her to get out of the bed and seek him out, so she stubbornly lay there in bed, shut her eyes tightly, and pretended that she was asleep. Finally, she managed to get some sleep, but her sleep was troubled with dreams in which Ryan left her and she died of a broken heart and was all alone in her old age.
At dawn, she got up and began pacing the room, lost in thought. What would happen if Ryan refused to listen to her and insisted that their marriage was over? She knew that refusing to sign the papers would make no difference and he could divorce her if he really wanted to, not that she would want to stay where she was not wanted, but she had to at least know why he was saying all this. Making a decision, she got up from bed and padded back to the room she shared with Ryan to reason with him, figuring that he would be more reasonable now. Whatever was his problem with her, surely they could work it out and save their marriage.
On getting to their bedroom, however, she found it empty, but even worse, Ryan had moved his things from the bedroom to God knows where, and was nowhere to be seen. How he had managed to have that done overnight without her hearing a single thing was a puzzle to her. Becca looked around the room in bewilderment, as though if she looked hard enough, things would be back to normal. She left the room and went to check one of the guestrooms, but he was not there.
Finally, realizing that standing there and doing nothing was doing no good, she began searching the house and later found him in one of the other guestrooms. He was as wide awake as she was, and hope blossomed in her chest. Maybe he had had time to sleep on the matter and had seen how unreasonable he was being. However, when he opened his mouth to speak, her heart sank again.
“I see that you’re not taking me seriously at all. What are you doing in here?”
“I wanted to talk to you.”
“There’s no need for any talk. I’m moving out of this house today. Giving you the house was not in the prenuptial agreement you signed, but. I’m willing to do that. However, you must sign those papers today.”
“You’ll go nowhere and I’ll do no such thing,” Becca stated, feeling like a broken record with the number of times she kept on saying the same thing.
“I had a feeling you would say that, but no worries. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging to sign those papers.” It was a casual threat, which was said in a light tone, but she knew it was anything but light.
“W…what are you going to do? Hit me?”
“You know as well as I do that I’m never going to do that, Becca. I’m not that kind of man, but I know what you hold dear very much, and I’m going to use it against you mercilessly.”
Becca had no idea what he was talking about, and neither did she ask. Instead, she was opening her mouth to persuade him again when he said something that caused her blood to run cold.
“I’m no longer putting your brother through medical school. He can find his way himself, or you can do it for him, after all, you’re his big sister.”
“You’re kidding…” Becca retorted, unable to believe that he would do such a thing. Granted, it was his money, but he had been the one who had encouraged the poor boy to go to medical school, that he was going to foot the bills for him.
“I’m not kidding. As a matter of fact, that is what I’m preparing to do right now. I was only giving you one more chance to sign those papers without fuss. If you refuse to do so, then you do so at your own peril… oh, and that of your very intelligent brother, if I might add.”
Becca lifted her chin. “Do your worst. I still refuse to grant you that divorce without you telling me what I’ve done wrong.”
“Alright then. Have it your way.” Ryan said and stood up. He began taking off his clothes with Becca standing there and watching him. Even with the state of mind in which she was, Becca could still take time to admire how perfectly sculpted and toned his body was, and she wondered what that said about her. Without saying a single word to her, Ryan walked into the bathroom to have his shower, while Becca stood there in the guestroom feeling like an unwanted piece of property.
He took his sweet time in there too, so that before long, she became tired of waiting, and padded back to her room dejectedly. There was still time to change his mind, she decided. After all, he could not just serve her divorce papers out of the blues without any fight between them, and expect her to sign them without reservations on her part or some explanation on his own part. No, no sane person would do that. She was not some sort of puppet that he could control anyhow and anytime he wanted and she was not going to have any of this.Resolute in this decision, she went downstairs to the dining room to have her breakfast. She was just chewing her last piece of toast, when she heard the loud rumble of what sounded like a big car… like a tractor, or a truck outside the house. Perplexed, she finished off her cup of tea and went to look out the window to see a very large moving truck in the driveway. At the same moment, Ryan came into the dining room, glanced at her, and then glanced away dismissively.
Becca shuddered at the disgust and hatred that was in his eyes. She had never imagined that she would see such a look directed toward her from Ryan’s face, and the discovery was not pleasant in the least. Ryan walked towards the huge refrigerator in the room, took an apple from it, and was about to walk out of the room when Becca spoke.
“What on earth are those people doing here, Ryan?”
“What does it look like they’re doing here, Becca? They’re coming to move my stuff out of this house, of course.”
It felt as though large bags of cement were holding down Ryan’s eyelids, and try as he might, he could not force them open. He could hear his daughters’ voices as they talked over themselves about something that he did not have the energy to follow. Then he heard Becca’s low voice asking them to keep it down so as not to wake daddy.“But daddy won’t wake up. He never does. I want him to wake up.” Taylor said, banging on the table and chanting ‘wake up, daddy’ several times. Within seconds, Emma took up the chanting too, while Becca tried in vain to get them to quieten.“Your dad is unconscious, but we have to hope that he will wake up soon. If you don’t behave yourselves, I won’t let you come visit him again. The doctors think that he might be able to hear you. He wouldn’t like it if you both were being stubborn and disturbing him, would he?” Becca asked.“No. I just miss him so much. I’m glad that those bad men are gone.” Emma’s voice said, and then Ryan felt a small hand patting his
Becca watched in horror as Sam and Ryan collapsed to the ground, almost as though in slow motion. They fell gracefully, as though they were doing a dance, and then both remained unmoving. By the time all this happened, Ben had gotten to the car and opened the door to the backseat in which the children were, the remaining cash from the ten thousand that Ryan brought firmly clutched in his hand. He opened the car door, produced a knife from seemingly nowhere, and although it took great effort because of his busted shoulder, he managed to cut off the ropes binding them and told them to make a run for it. Then as the shots rang out, he somehow managed to get himself into the driver's seat and drove recklessly away from the scene. The children ran towards Becca, crying and shivering, and after hugging them all briefly, she ordered them not to move from where they were. Ryan’s head of security was combing the bushes, trying to find a sign of any other person there, after he called for help
“He’s clean.” The man who was watching Ryan and who had searched him said at last after he was satisfied that there was nothing incriminating on him.“Where’s the other car?”“Travis is bringing it.”“Good. He'll leave with this one.” The man said. Ryan’s heart sank further. There was yet another of them, making them four, and those were the ones he knew about. Ryan wondered which of them was Sandra’s ex-husband.“I’ve fulfilled my own end of the bargain. Release my children.” Ryan said.“The man in the car will take them back to town, where they’ll easily be found.” The man who had been giving commands told him, staring at him in a way that made him extremely uncomfortable. Ryan had already dubbed him ‘commander’ in his mind.They stood there waiting for the person called Travis to bring the car that they were waiting for. Ryan was on edge the whole time, wondering if at any moment now, all hell was going to break loose. If only the children were already out of there. The Travis guy
The night air was cold, and the streets deserted, which was not a surprise, considering how late, or early it was. Ryan hurried through the streets, his head down, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible as he hurried through the night with the bag in his hands, even though there was nobody around. He had been warned not to take his phone along with him, so he left it in his room, along with a note for Becca in her room, explaining what he had done. Even though everything in him pushed him to look back to see if he would notice his head of security following him, he resisted the urge to look back.The kidnappers might be watching him and the last thing he needed was to look suspicious. He trusted his people's ability to do the job. The other man had once been a private investigator before coming into Ryan’s employ, so Ryan was confident in their abilities to blend in with the shadows. Finally, he got to the place where he had been told to come and saw the car that had been provide
Sleep was a long time coming for Ryan, as it had been since he got the news of his children’s kidnap got to him. Tonight, he was sleeping in his room as against the previous night, when he had spent the night comforting Becca. She was sleeping in the guest room again, with Sandra this time around. Ryan was trying his best to be strong for her, but he was getting to the end of his endurance. The thought of his sick daughter and her sister holed up somewhere with some bloody kidnappers was enough to make him go insane.He got up from his bed, pacing to and fro the wide length of his room, his mind in turmoil. The money was in the process of being sent, but since it was such a large sum, it would be days before the kidnappers would get it in the account details they sent. Were the children supposed to remain with the kidnappers till then? The thought of that sickened and scared him to no end. He was operating on autopilot, having not had more up to five hours of sleep in two days, but ea
“Ben has to go.” Sam thought to himself, as he sat with the children, watching them. It wasn’t as though they had anywhere to go, or that they could escape, considering that one of them was sick. If they even managed to escape, the chances were that they would die of starvation in the dense forest, that was if some animal did not get to them first, as he had told them. None of it mattered to him anyway, because they were going to die one way or the other. What mattered was that the millions that he was expecting became his before they died. He had thought and thought of the best way to dispose of them, and he had finally come up with a smart plan to dump them in a river some distance away from here. it would be ages before they would be found, if they were ever found, that is.One thing was sure, however, and that was the fact that he was not going to let them get back to their parents and let them know that he was the one who had kidnapped them. For all his tough talk while they were