Chapter Forty-Five
Maya
“Maya!”
I smile, I love hearing his voice. Even in my dreams he sounds desperate for me.
My body starts to wake and I feel the warmth behind me, glad that Tommy must be close at least. Feeling the heat of him at my back.
I’m in that state of still being blissfully asleep but gradually rousing awake, conscious of both my dreams and my thoughts.
Hmm, my head hurts. The more my mind comes into the world of the living, the more the pain intensifies.
Was I drinking last night? I try to bring my hands up to rub my face but I can’t.
What the hell? Why can’t I move my hands?
I try to peel my eyes open but they feel as thought they full of sand they’re that heavy.
“Tommy?” I croak, my throat so dry I start to cough. Which in turn, makes my head ache even more.
My whole body feels cold, yet my head and neck feel warm. So, Tommy mustn’t be behind me after all. After another attempt I finally manage to open my eyes and complete horror grips me.
I’m still here, stuck in this nightmare.
My hands are tied in front of me to one side of the bed. My bed, in this fucked up Sim’s version of my home. I slowly move my head side to side to see what else is around me. It’s the same room as earlier, just the other side that I didn’t notice in my haste to get out of here.
I try to lift up to see what it is that is so hot behind me and realise with dread that it’s blood.
A huge fresh pool of blood radiating warmth as it spills from what can only be my own body and soaking the sheets behind me.
Fuck. I remember. He hit me! The heat is coming from another wound he has inflicted, it must be bad if it’s still bleeding this much. No wonder I feel like shit.
Where is he?
I don’t know if I’m relieved or more worried that he isn’t here. At least if he was around I couldn’t imagine up all the things he could be up to.
“Maya! Baby! We’re coming for you!” Tommy’s voice shouts from somewhere. I just don’t know where exactly.
“Tommy,” I attempt to shout, my voice sounding feeble.
I try again and again, until I eventually say his name loud enough he should be able to just about make it out.
“Tommy! I’m here!”
I yank at my restraints but the energy I used to call for him has drained me, the blood loss is taking its toll on me.
There is literally nothing at all I can do right now, I just want to get to him.
The door I entered in the first time starts to shudder as bangs come from the other side.
The force they’re using shakes all the walls around me.
Please hurry, I don’t think I can stay awake much longer.
A wall next to me opens… no, not a wall, a secret door.
Jake strolls out causally like this is just a lovey little day out at the park.
Even in the state I’m in, my body curls away from him.
I have never hated someone so much in my life.
He just stands there, smiling. He looks like the joker, but not the sexy Heath Ledger/Jared Leto type, the lost the fucking plot type.
He is staring at the door casually, like he is waiting for the moment they walk in here. I don’t understand how he looks so calm. He is a bloody fugitive with a kidnapped woman tied up beside him.
That’s when I notice the gun in his hand. Not just any gun but a massive thing that looks like something the army would use.
“Tommy! He has a gun!” I scream, needing them to know what they’re walking into.
“Maya, Maya, Maya. You never learn,” He tuts, as if scolding a child. “What are we going to do with you? I’ll make sure I kill him first so he’s out of the way,” He smiles again. “You can watch if you like?”
He’s Satan, straight from the fiery pits of hell.
I whimper. I’m stuck with no way out.
The door rattles again, the booms coming more urgently this time. The door flies off the hinges at full force, landing five feet away from where it originally stood but the strange thing is, no one rushes through. The doorway is empty, quiet even, my brain must be playing tricks on me.
I glance over at Jake, his face for the first time is showing the smallest amount of emotion; confusion creases his eyebrows as he stares.
I can’t say I blame him, I expected people to run in all guns blazing too.
Hesitantly, he stalks towards the door, his eyes never leaving his mark.
The closer he gets, the slower his movements become.
I hold my breathe, waiting for what’s to come.
Yet still, nothing happens. It’s that silent I can hear my own pulse thumping through my ears, or maybe it’s from the blood loss.
My vision has already started to drift in and out of focus and shivers scatter up my arms as my body grows colder, this can’t be a good sign.
Tommy, please find me before it’s too late, we need more time.
Images of our life together flash through my mind, the times when he would come and whisk me away from my childhood home, when he would make sure to bring extra lunch at school knowing my mum wouldn’t have bought any for me, our first kiss and the first time I heard him say those wonderful three words that changed everything.
I love him so much, he is my constant source of safety, love, comfort and joy. To be loved by Tommy is the greatest gift I could have ever wished for, he made my life worth living, even when we were apart.
“Fuck it!” Jake shouts, running toward the now empty space where the door used to stand. Screaming, he opens fire as he goes through to where the car was parked.
Everything happens so quickly, my mind unable to keep up with it all in my current state.
The sound of more guns and multiple voices penetrates the room.
Shadows move around quickly in the distance as my vision swirls even more.
I cant keep my eyes open for much longer, I feel so sleepy, the pain is easing as my eyes begin to close.
“Maya!” Someone is screaming my name, and I try to open my eyes to find out where it came from but fail. “Baby, I’m here. I’ve got you.”
I feel weightless as I float off the bed but the scent of Tommy surrounds me, calming me, It feels like home.
I smile. “Tommy.”