12: Stepping up and big fears
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*Elias*
Luna is choking down a sob. Her voice quivering. "So what you are saying is that there is no hope for Nathan… he is basically dead and if we don't leave now Elias will be too ?"
Chris nods. "I don't like it… but yes".
I can't accept this… it's just not fair and I slap my hand down on the table, making Luna jump in surprise. "No… f**k that, I am not running and leaving Nathan to a certain dead. Not on my watch".
"There might be one possibility". Chris looks at me like he is considering if he should continue. "But it will be dangerous and hard, and you need to be ready to do things you never thought you had to do". Chris is still looking at me.
I nod, grabbing Luna's hand. "Anything, just tell me what I have to do".
"Okay, let me just make some calls, see what I can find out if it is even possible". He gets up and walks outside.
Luna is looking at me and I can't help asking. "What ? Are you going to try and stop me ?"
"No… that wouldn't work… you would never let down someone you care about". She says softly, but there is fear in her eyes and I pull her into my arms, just hugging her.
3 hours later
*Luna*
I walk into the bedroom where Elias has been getting ready. Stopping when I see him. Admittedly I can't help thinking how damn hot he looks. Like a hero from an action movie. He is wearing army green cargo pants and a gray mottled very tight long sleeved sports t-shirt. Over it he is wearing one of those old fashioned leather shoulder holsters with a gun in. He has another gun strapped to his thigh.
He turns and sends me a nervous smile. "Well at least I look the part of someone who knows what he is doing… right ?"
"Oh you definitely look the part". I say walking over to him, placing a hand on his chest. "Actually you look ridiculously sexy like that. I know I shouldn't even be thinking that right now, but damn".
He chuckles. "Just you wait till I get the rest on". He grabs a camouflage jacket and sling a semi automatic rifle over his shoulder. "Ready to go off to war…". His voice suddenly becomes serious. "There is a real chance I won't return, Luna… I...".
"Elias, don't say that… don't make it sound like a goodbye". I put a finger on his lips. "Come back to me, get through tonight and then tell me, okay ?"
He grabs me, pulling me into him and kissing me with all the passion and fear of someone who fears he might not live to see tomorrow. "I promise to do anything in my power to do that".
"And bring that outfit too, I can think of a lot of fun games we can play with you wearing that". I tell him, trying to lighten the mood, as we walk out from the room.
Chris is waiting, wearing a similar outfit. "So the yacht is unlocked. Enrique is getting you out of here as soon as we get off board. He has the coordinates where we'll meet up with you in the speed boat".
"Thank God you got the lock removed. Thanks again Chris". I smile at him. Without him we would have been at a total loss here.
"Actually it was your lover-boy there who got it off, something about it looking like something he once defused on a tv show". Chris says grinning.
Elias just shrugs with a sheepish smile, and I fold my hands around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. "My hero".
"Yeah come on lover-boy we better get going… this will be a long night". Chris says.
I walk with them, desperately holding onto Elias's hand, kissing him one last time before he gets off the yacht, whispering against his lips. "Come back to me Elias, I'll never forgive you if you don't".
I watch them move down the docks, and disappear into the shadows. But I'll stay there as the engines start and we slowly sail out from the harbour. It is a slow and intense trip out through the fjord, knowing we are not safe till we reach the open sea and international waters.
Enrique gets us to the place Chris has told us to wait. We are to wait there until sunrise, if they don't come back by then, we have promised to sail back to Miami and notify the right authority.
*Nathan*
I am sitting in the corner of the holding cell, the light is cold and one of them are blinking in a way that makes you feel like you are in some nightmare.. but if you should think yourself asleep, the stench of dirty bodies and the even dirtier toilet in the corner would instantly remind you that this hell is very much real.
I have to admit that I am scared out of my mind and my whole body is hurting. I am thinking of Aurora. My biggest wish right now is to get to hold her in my arms again.. just one more time. To be able to tell her how sorry I am about everything that has happened.
To say they have treated me harshly would be a gross understatement. I haven't gotten any food or anything to drink and I have been pushed, pulled, kicked and slapped around. I know that I have no hope of a fair trial here. Apparently the woman who claims I r***d her, is the daughter of someone called the general and he is on his way to torture a confession out of me.
There are seven other men in the cell, an old man sitting in another corner, keeping to himself. A young man that looks like an addict of some kind, he is pacing in front of the door talking to himself, having ticks. The last five look like some gang-bangers and they kind of take up the whole cell.
I have kept to myself too. I just want to be left alone for what could easily be the last hours of my life. Thinking of all the things I regret. Not seeing my family enough. Not telling Aurora often enough how much I love and adore her. I shouldn't have pressured her with kids, I mean yeah I wanted a family with her… so badly, but she is more important.
Suddenly I notice that the five guys in the middle of the rooms are casting glances at me and honestly it is making me feel very uncomfortable. I try shrinking even farther into the corner, wondering how I got myself into this mess and promising any deity listening that I will never again fight with my wife if I get out alive.
My memory has come back somewhat. I remember this young beautiful woman coming onto me, and I remember telling her that I am happily married and not interested. She tripped and dropped her bag, seeming very embarrassed by her own action. I picked up her things and I have a feeling that she slipped some kind of drug into my drink while I was occupied with picking up her stuff.
The next thing I remember is her kissing me, I wanted to tell her no, but my body wasn't responding. I couldn't get the words out. It was like my body was reacting on some primal level. I don't remember everything, it is bits and glimpses, but I remember Elias pulling me out from the bathroom, where she was trying to open my pants. I remember him telling me I was an i***t and how damn grateful I was for his help.
Elias disappeared, but Enrique was there... but then he disappeared too. The woman was there again, pulling me out back, groping me. I pushed her away, telling her to stop, suddenly there were three men there, asking what the hell was happening and she started screaming that I r***d her.
Then pain, blinding, gut wrenching pain. I was sure they were going to kill me. But then Elias was there again and one of them jumped him with a knife. I remember knowing I had to do something and then kicking a stone, hitting the attacker by sheer luck. Then I don't remember anything else before being pulled off the couch by the police.
"You seem familiar". Suddenly one of the men is standing right in front of me. "Where do I know you from ? Wait… you are that British tv guy, right ?"
"Sorry, I just want to be alone okay ?" I mumble, looking down on the floor, repeating in my head… please just leave me… please just leave me alone.
But his hand shoots out and he grabs my hair, janking me painfully to my feet. "That woman you r***d, she is my cousin you know". I blink against the pain, wondering if everyone here is related or what.
"I didn't r**e anyone, I swear. She was the one that wanted to... I said no. I promise I didn't want to". I ramble in panic, grabbing his wrist, pressing in at it to make him let go of my hair. "Just leave me alone".
He nods and two of the men grab me. I wonder if they are going to beat me up too. "Are you saying my cousin is a liar ? That she is a w***e who would come on to someone like you ?"
I don't answer, the truth is yes I think she is a liar and a w***e, but I know that saying that will only make it worse. He grabs my chin, smiling evilly as he looks me over. "Do you know what we do to rapists here ? The same as they do in jail... we give them a dose of their own medicine, over and over until they beg to die".
"Don't...". Is all I manage to say. Feeling tears burn in my eyes… but I can't let them see me cry. The thought of what they want to do makes me almost throw up with fear.
The leader grins evilly as he reaches for his belt bucket. "Hold him and bend him over, I want to go first".
- Writer
