10-27-2020, 04:38 PM
That elevator ride couldn't have felt any longer. Each floor an eternity. Her mind racing, her heart
beating wildly. She knew the trouble for which she was in store. All the fear, grief and pain. But somehow
this time it didn't matter. She welcomed it. Secretly. As though keeping it hidden from herself would
soften the blow. Not only was she in, but she was in deep. Delia knew, amidst all her restraint, that
her heart was destined for Johnny. Fear and uncertainty finally giving way to the inevitable.
She was in Love.
Opening the door to her room, thoughts keeping her preoccupied, she failed to scan for signs
of intrusion and as if by habit flicked on the light. She turned and was startled.
"Your night just keeps getting better" said Orville Shotsworth, who was sitting on her bed waiting
to greet her on arrival.
Delia was frozen. Standing there with Orville's gun trained neatly upon her.
"What do you want?" she asked in an unsure rasp.
Orville reached down onto the bed for a walkie-talkie sitting beside him.
"Do you see him?" he asked. A tinny voice lit by static returned "Yeah, we see him."
"Bag him!" Orville commanded. Delia's eyes widened in horror.
"NO! Don't!" she cried.
Orville lowered the talkie. "Excuse me?" he asked.
"Don't. Please! Just let him go. This has nothing to do with him!" Delia pleaded.
Orville noticed the sheer terror in her eyes. He knew what this was.
"You have feelings for him" he said in an almost caring tone.
Tears welled up in Delia's eyes. Emotion had just gotten the better of her.
"I'll do whatever you want. Just leave him out of this. Please!" she begged.
Orville then raised the talkie back to his mouth. "Leave it. Let him go" he said.
That same radio voice came back "Are you sure?"
Orville confirmed "Yes, let him go."
Relief washed over Delia like a crashing tide but it was tears that wet her face.
"So what now?" she asked.
Orville shot her a cold glance before informing her of the night's plan.
"Well, we wait for lover-boy to get a little further on his way, then we leave." he said matter-of-factly.
"Where are we going?" she asked fretfully.
Orville's hard expression suddenly turned into a malicious grin.
She was worried.
beating wildly. She knew the trouble for which she was in store. All the fear, grief and pain. But somehow
this time it didn't matter. She welcomed it. Secretly. As though keeping it hidden from herself would
soften the blow. Not only was she in, but she was in deep. Delia knew, amidst all her restraint, that
her heart was destined for Johnny. Fear and uncertainty finally giving way to the inevitable.
She was in Love.
Opening the door to her room, thoughts keeping her preoccupied, she failed to scan for signs
of intrusion and as if by habit flicked on the light. She turned and was startled.
"Your night just keeps getting better" said Orville Shotsworth, who was sitting on her bed waiting
to greet her on arrival.
Delia was frozen. Standing there with Orville's gun trained neatly upon her.
"What do you want?" she asked in an unsure rasp.
Orville reached down onto the bed for a walkie-talkie sitting beside him.
"Do you see him?" he asked. A tinny voice lit by static returned "Yeah, we see him."
"Bag him!" Orville commanded. Delia's eyes widened in horror.
"NO! Don't!" she cried.
Orville lowered the talkie. "Excuse me?" he asked.
"Don't. Please! Just let him go. This has nothing to do with him!" Delia pleaded.
Orville noticed the sheer terror in her eyes. He knew what this was.
"You have feelings for him" he said in an almost caring tone.
Tears welled up in Delia's eyes. Emotion had just gotten the better of her.
"I'll do whatever you want. Just leave him out of this. Please!" she begged.
Orville then raised the talkie back to his mouth. "Leave it. Let him go" he said.
That same radio voice came back "Are you sure?"
Orville confirmed "Yes, let him go."
Relief washed over Delia like a crashing tide but it was tears that wet her face.
"So what now?" she asked.
Orville shot her a cold glance before informing her of the night's plan.
"Well, we wait for lover-boy to get a little further on his way, then we leave." he said matter-of-factly.
"Where are we going?" she asked fretfully.
Orville's hard expression suddenly turned into a malicious grin.
She was worried.
