"Here's the deal Andrew," Moriarty glared at me, "You come with me, nobody gets hurt."
"And what if I don't?" I asked, crossing my arms.
He laughed darkly and shook his head. "A few friends of mine are gonna pay a visit to that pretty little wife of yours. I heard that you are expecting a new little addition." He smirked evilly.
That hit a nerve. "I swear to god, if you do as much as lay a finger on her, I will end you where you stand." I growled.
Moriarty's evil smirk didn't waver at my threat. "Then what will it be Andrew? Come with me, or your wife and child pay the price."
I looked down at the silver and gold wedding band on my left ring finger. I couldn't do this, I can't just walk out on her. But I couldn't lose her either.
"If I go, I have one condition." I muttered. "If I go, you have to swear to me that you will not lay a finger on her or my child. No ifs ands or buts. I come with you and you will stay away from Jade Hurley, no questions asked."
He nodded and stepped back. "Done. I will not harm your wife or child. I swear. You have five minutes to pack. I will be waiting in the limousine."
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Jade
"Andy?" I called through the house. The only answer was my voice echoing back through the house. "Andy? Where are you?"
I checked our bedroom, the nursery, the music room where we both kept our drum kits, the game room, but Andy was nowhere to be found. I called Pete and Patrick to see if he was with either of them, but no luck. But then I saw a small white envelope tucked underneath one of our wedding pictures. My name was written on the front in his handwriting. I didn't see it earlier, so I picked it up and broke the seal, pulling out the note inside. And in that moment my whole world came crashing down.
"Jade,
By the time you read this I will already be gone. I wish I could tell you why. I wish I could be there for you. I wish I could be there for the little one. But I can't. I love you Stormy Eyes. I will never forget you, I will always love you.
-Andy"
I slid against the wall to the floor, small tears pricking my eyes. I put a hand over my small bump and wiped away the tears with the other hand.
"No." I shook my head in denial. "No baby please. Please don't leave. Andy please don't leave. Baby please come home."
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Five months later
Every muscle in my body was spent. My jet black hair was plastered down on my face with sweat. Patrick was standing next to me, ice wrapped around one of his hands. The room was only filled with the rhythmic beat of the heart monitor next to me.
I curled up on my side to face Patrick. He leaned down and kissed my sweaty forehead. "You did great Jade."
I nodded. "I just wish Andy could have been here."
"I bet he does too." Patrick sighed. "We all miss him."
We soon were interrupted by a nurse poking her head into our room. "Mrs. Hurley?"
"Yes?" I sat up.
The woman smiled and came into the room with a small blue bundle in her arms. She placed the wriggling bundle in my arms, the small cries almost instantly silenced. "A healthy baby boy. Congratulations you two."
Patrick and I were too tired to explain that he and I weren't married or that he was not the father, so we just nodded and the nurse went on her way. I looked down at the small bundle. My son, my very own flesh and blood. He looked so much like Andy though. He fell asleep in my arms almost instantly. I could see a little tuft of black hair poking out from his little white hat.
"He's beautiful." I whispered to Patrick.
"What are you going to name him?" He asked.
That really hadn't came to me until now. I looked down at him and knew the perfect name.
"Andy. Andrew James Hurley."
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One month later
Andy
It has been so long since I had last seen Jade, the love of my life. There wasn't a day that went by that I didn't miss her, or our baby.
Moriarty had told me when Jade had our baby, so I could go see them myself. That was the first time I had actually left the facility on my own, no escorts or agents or anything.
I had a son. Jade had named him after me, my little Andy James. I wanted to go see Jade. I wanted to kiss her, hold her, tell her how much I loved her and missed her, and hold our son. But none of that happened. I couldn't bring myself to. The only things I had of my family was my wedding band, which I kept on a chain around my neck underneath the suit that the people who ran this place always made me wear, and the photograph of my son that I kept in the interior pocket of my jacket at all times.
It was late at the facility where I worked, but I was always more of a night owl and would block out my loneliness with the work I did. This Moriarty person was a monster, he was cold, heartless, and pure evil. I had to get out, soon.
I leaned back in my chair and stared up at the ceiling. I fished the picture of Andy out of my jacket. I unfolded the picture and stared at it. He reminded me of his mother with his little puff of black hair. My mom would have said that his name would fit him well and he looked like me. But I could feel that sinking feeling in my heart that I may never get to see him, to hold him, see him take his first steps, first word, first birthday, I wouldn't be there. This wasn't supposed to happen.
I was soon pulled away from my thoughts by screaming from outside. I slipped the picture back into my jacket pocket and walked out to the hall. I heard a woman screaming bloody murder, demanding that the soldiers let her go. I followed the screaming through the winding halls of the facility until they were silenced. I still made my way until I found the source in one of the cells.
My body felt like I had a bucket of ice dumped on me. Inside that cell was my own worst nightmare.
"Jade?"
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Thought I'd start of with a bit of a sad one. Should I make a part 2 of this?
