Hijacked Of Innocence Book II (Captive In Plain Sight - Eric & Tanya story)

Chapter 4. As The Fog Clears

Bonus Chapter from Eric's POV

I know some of you want to know what is going on in Eric's head concerning Tanya.  Here is a small sample.

Eric woke up next day. This is the the biggest fucking headache I have ever had. How long was I asleep? he wondered. Eric looked at the clock. "Fuck," he said. 'Was I asleep that long? no fucking way.' He was sprawled across the bed still fully clothed and with his boots still in place. He was all alone. Where was his wife, he wondered. He tried to sit up but his head felt like a fifty pound bowling ball. His head hurt like hell.  He could not remember ever having so much to drink; he had no idea how he got home.  'Fuck, this is some dangerous situation to find myself in.' he thought. If he had vomited as he slept he could have suffocate in his own vomit.  Isn't  that how they claimed the great Jimmy Hendrix died? 'Got to get my shit together; I am not fucking going out like that,' he thought. 

Eric lay back down for a minute. Then he remembered....the previous day events came flooding back. He quickly sat up. Did he kill her? He was in a panic as he looked around the room. He remembered having his hand around Tanya's neck. "Fuck," he screamed. "Tanya," he kept calling as he rushed from room to room looking for her but was met by silence.  He was afraid that he killed her.  He was afraid that he would stumble upon her dead body. He started to cry and prayed that she was ok.

He was so angry at himself for how he treated her. Yes she betrayed him, but he should have never put his hand on her the way he did. "That fucking, bombo cloth Luke," he cursed. He searched the entire house and the outside. There was no Tanya; she was gone. Where the fuck could she be? he asked himself. Then it hit him, Daphne. He picked up the phone and called Daphne's place. One of the girls that worked there picked up. He was glad that it was not Daphne. He asked for Tanya and the girl said that she was upstairs.  

"Is she ok?" Eric asked.  

"She came here all  bruised up, but yes she is fine; who is this?" The girl asked.  

Eric hung up the phone.  He said a thank you prayer that she was alive.   He would be making a trip to the capital to get his wife.

She betrayed him and lied to him but he could not see himself with out her. She just proved to him that it didn't matter what the fuck she did, he could not be without her. But how the fuck was he going to live with her after she betrayed him? His mother was right; Tanya needed to go but he just couldn't...What was it about this girl that hold such power over him? 

And then that feeling of de ja vu hit him like a bolt of lightening....like he had been in this situation before with her...Had this happen to them before in a another life?...In another time? Another place? Tanya thought that they did live in another time.  Eric shook his head.  'Maybe we were prince and princess of Egypt.  Those early times were horrendous for Egyptian women, especially those who cheated.  Didn't Luke tell me that wives were sealed in with their dead husbands in their tombs and buried  alive?'    Son of a bitch,  I would love to seal him in a tomb and burry his ass alive'  Eric thought.

Eric paced the floor, holding his head. He did not understand why Tanya turned to another man. Was he a shitty boyfriend to her? Yes he was, but he thought that he more than made it up to her after they got married. He never so much as looked at another woman. She was all he needed. He was a good husband to her. He loved her, worshipped her, protected her, provided for her every want and need, he was faithful to her, so what was lacking in their relationship? That was the million dollar question he needed to get an answer to....from her.

How did shit get so out of control? He asked himself. He was missing Tanya so fucking much after she left for New York. He made several attempts to go see her but between his father piling on work and the Festival song competition, he just couldn't get away; now he wished he had fuck everything and went to see her.

He had no clue what she was up to in New York and like a fool he made reservation at a hotel on the coast so they could chill out after she got back and spend a few days together working on that baby they both wanted so bad. And then all hell broke loose....those fucking pictures. He was still trying to piece together the sequence of events of what took place two days ago or was it three days? He wasn't even sure.  He seem to have lost track of time.

All he knew was what he saw...that mother fucker hands and mouth all over his wife. And he knew that this was just a fucking game to Luke just like when they were kids. He began to get angry all over again. His heart hurt so fucking much. Could someone hate yet love someone at the same time? He hated Tanya yet he loved her so fucking much his heart hurts. He screamed out in agony. "There is no fucking way that fucker is getting away with what he did, family be damn," Eric said.

The phone rang. Eric cautiously put the phone to his ear. It was his Dad. "Hi Dad, what's up?" Eric asked.

His Father was mad. "What's up?! Where the fuck are you?! It's been three fucking days you have not shown up for work.  What the fuck you think we running here? You are not showing me that you are ready to take this on Eric," Mr. Willbrooks said.

"Dad I have some personal shit I need to work through. I will be in tomorrow," Eric told him.

"You still crying over that wife of yours? Be a fucking man and deal with it.   I don't believe in voodoo, but maybe your mother is right because I don't understand what kind of hold this girl has on you. Don't you think it's time you show her ass the highway? Mark my word, you let this slide and she gets pregnant again and you are fucked for the rest of your life." his father said.

Eric was not about to discuss Tanya with his father.  He would not understand...no one can.   "I will see you tomorrow Dad," Eric said.

"Oh and that office furniture that you destroyed, it's coming out of your pay," His father told him

"Fine with me.  I don't give a fuck," Eric answered back and hang up on his dad. The phone rang again, but Eric ignored it. He knew it was his father.

Eric decided to make a  phone call. "Did you find him?" Eric asked.

"Yes; he is in London hiding out, but we have long arms. We can reach him, just give the word," came the reply.

"Nah, not in London...his ass can't hide forever. He has to come back for school. We wait," Eric said and hang up.

Eric made his way to the bathroom. When was the last time he took a shower. He couldn't remember.  He wanted to just  leave and go get her.  He was dying to see her face, but he couldn't go to her smelling like shit, he thought.  

His mind was still in a fog from all the alcohol he ingested and weed he smoked to numb his mind and heart from the pain Tanya inflicted on him. He sat down and pulled off his boots. He removed the gun still strapped to his boots and placed it on the counter.  ' This is fucking war and I  hope, Tanya doesn't end up a casualty of  this war...because if she does then it would be the end of the  road  for me  too.'    He thought to himself.

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Song  of Inspiration:  Cry Me a River  By  Ella Fitzgerald'

Yes this is a crazy kind of obsession or love he has for her....and she for  him as we will see.   Yes we all want and need love but  this kind is so dangerous. 

This Chapter is dedicated to one of my devoted supporters @SundayBloo. Thanks for showing your love and writing that poem "Roses and Thorns" and including it in your collection  of  poems "Flowers Of  Scorn."  That  poem is so appropriate  for what  is transpiring with  Eric and Tanya, the characters  in my book.  Thank you!!!

Much Love and gratitude to all my supporters. :)