Angels are real.
1432 Words
Lavender Blue
I was smiling, thinking of Charles Hudson. He wants to protect his sweet Joey. I get it.
I feel that way about her now too. I mean, not many know my secret and she somehow fished them all out of me like I was a f*****g rookie operative.
But, I see something in her. One might call it honor, integrity. She has these rare qualities that I haven't often seen in another person.
I am very attracted to her attributes, not to mention she is a total babe. Grrrr.
I would ignore Charles and was planning on calling Josephine on my way to the airport, but my phone started to ring just as I began to dial her.
I took the call as thick tears fell from my eyes.
" Ian!" I said, my voice breaking.
" Baby, are you okay?" He asked. He sounded, tired...maybe stoned.
" Where are you Ian?"
" Florida, hospital. I jumped from a moving car and went over a cliff. I'm OK. But Baby, Manuel Ortega was taken by a real piece of s**t, she goes by Grislan.
I need you in Florida to help me rescue him. Please hurry wife. I'm afraid that he might already be dead."
" Of course my love. Please tell me you are ok first." I cried like a little girl, scared for him.
" Baby, I was able to signal for help. I crawled up from the bushes I landed in.
I nearly went tumbling down over the edge. It was very close love. But...all I could do was think of you my love. Are you ok, are you behaving?"
I nodded," Of course my love."
" Ian, I found Josephine. I am heading to Mexico with her boyfriend Charles.
We are going to take out Sanchez together, then obtain a divorce from Ortega for Josephine."
" No, you need to come here, hurry baby no time to waste."
" Ian, I will tell Charles that Sanchez is in Florida. Otherwise, I don't think he is interested in a rescue plan for Manuel Ortega."
" Come see me at the hospital first. I will debrief you there my love." Ian said to me with a deep timbre to his voice.
He needed me, my body. It had been too long.
I wouldn't tell him what Blue did to Lana. I didn't tell him Blue's secrets.
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Manuel
Josephine, come lay with me. Give me your sweet mouth. Make love to me wife.
She smiled at me and nodded, I felt her tongue wrap around me as I moaned in pleasure.
Then the laughter began. It was not my Josephine.
I opened my eyes and spasmed as I orgasmed at the touch of that witch Grislan's mouth on me.
I shook my head in disgust.
"Ah, sweet boy. I'll be your wife. Any time you dumb f**k, any time at all." She threw her head back and cackled.
I begged her now.
" Release me, I have money. I can pay you very well." I slurred.
" I need to get home to my family, please. Let me call Enrique Garcia. He can get the money to you."
I saw her eyes open widely.
" You...uh..you do business with Enrique Garcia? As in the head of the cartel's personal accountant? That Garcia?"
" Yes, yes of course. He is my accountant as well. Let me call him. Let's do business and end this little charade Grislan.
I can give you a fortune, within the next hour it's all yours. Name your price." My mind was finally clear enough to try and barter with the f*****g witch.
I could see fear on her face now. She looked at me with new eyes.
" Your name again?"
" I am Manuel Ortega. I thought you knew this?" I said, struggling to keep my eyes open.
My arms burned from being held by chains to her gross bed.
" I need to go out." She suddenly got up and hurried out the door, not bothering to even lock it.
My chance, take the chance Ortega, do it now!
I began to rock my body back and forth trying to losen the bed frame.
I worked my body, side to side.
I felt so dizzy and sick.
I threw up everything in my stomach, and it wasn't much.
Then I did something that I never expected to do. I raised my eyes up to heaven, well the stained ceiling really.
" Is this a test Lord?"
Just as I had heard my Jo once do. I now called up to heaven and searched for a little help. Just a bit.
Just then the door cracked open.
A young girl was looking at me sheepishly.
" Please, can you loosen my wrists, so much pain." I closed my eyes, perhaps she wasn't even real.
I felt the weight of her on the mattress. She undid my chains, releasing me from the pain.
I fell down on the ground.
" Thank you, you are my angel. Thank you so much bonita."
I saw her looking at me with pity.
" I had a dog once, she chained it up and beat it. I tried to feed him.
His name was Benny. She beat me if she caught me feeding my dog, I did it anyway. I hate her.
Mister, I heard what you told her. You made her very afraid.
I have never seen her look so afraid. I want to take that deal. I'll release you if you take me with you.
Oh...and you will never touch me, ever!" She crossed her young arms over her chest.
I just nodded. "Done. What do I call you?"
" My name is Angelina. Grislan is my step mother, she kept me when my father left her, she was hoping he would return for me, he never..he never came for me."
" Angelina, my angel.
I have a daughter who is your age I think, she's 8.
Her name is Estella, I think you two could be good friends. Would you come home with me, I promise you will be safe."
I looked at her brown eyes, she had doe eyes. I needed her to say yes very badly.
" Ok, but...promise me you will help me find my daddy?" She quickly finished untying me and grabbed my clothes, I was naked.
Seeing a grown man naked didn't seem foreign to this child, it made me feel sick.
Yes Josephine changed me, changed my cold heart. I could never go back to my old life.
Angelina and I left out the back door and hurried to the bus station.
She told me to call her daughter. I nodded. My head wasn't very clear or clever, I just needed to get away from there, my body was in pain.
It wanted the drugs. I didn't have any idea that I would want to die from the withdrawals.
We got on a bus heading towards Orlando. I felt free.
That feeling was fleeting though, Grislan had contacts throughout the state of Florida, she soon had her people looking everywhere for the "pedifiler" that stole her young daughter.
Angelina was only a child, she wasn't good at not looking suspicious. I guess I wasn't either. I tried to borrow a phone, no one wanted to help a skinny long haired, junkie.
I thought about Josephine, I made a collect call from one of the last pay phones in the city.
" Hello, yes I will accept a collect call." Her voice, her magical voice. I choked up.
I could barely speak, hearing her sweet voice.
" Oh Bonita, I'm so glad to hear your voice, you have no idea what I have been going through. I was kidnapped and sold as a s*x slave to this insane woman." I blurted out.
I guess in hindsight I didn't think about the fact that I had basically done the very same thing to her. She was very quiet on the other end of the phone.
" Manuel? Where the hell are you?" She yelled.
She no longer pretended with me, no longer calling me Benedict. My stomach flopped thinking about her rejection.
" Manuel, let me come and get you. Please tell me where to find you."
I felt relief, she wanted to come get me.
" Jo, I'm at a coffee shop in Orlando. Please send the police. I have a young girl with me, she is running with me. Jo, I love you very much."
The phone went dead.
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