" Make it tight so he can't get loose, Flower, dear ," Pamela commanded as she stood in Alfred and Gerald's bedroom where she watched as the man knelt uncomfortably on the floor with Flower tying thick sturdy rope around his ankles and wrists.
Flower looked up with her vacant blue eyes at her fellow mental hospital escapee. " I don't want to hurt him. He doesn't look well. I think he's hurt himself like Zippy did. Do we have to..... I don't want to hurt him. "
" Don't be stupid, Flower ! We're not hurting him. We're making sure that he can't hurt himself. " Pamela held the small antique pistol on Alfred whose eyes sorrowfully looked towards his walker that the woman had dragged to a far corner of the room. Too far for him to reach. It didn't matter anyway , he mused with a feeling of increasing dread building within himself. He was a Giadello. He knew that since he knew what they looked like, knew who they were , that there was no way he was making it out of this situation alive. He was going to die. He felt like crying and laughing at the same time. Of course he would die when he had fallen in love again. When he was so fucking happy with Gerald. Gerald...... Oh dear God...... If they were here when he returned from school..... His eyes went to his cell phone that was on the nightstand on his side of the bed. They couldn't hurt Gerald..... Oh , please God.....
Pamela shot out tersely," We're making sure he's safe. After all , we can't have him missing the get together here , right? "
Flower nodded. " Okie dokie. I just don't want anyone to get hurt. You promised me nobody would get hurt. That there would be lots of fun and games for Diamond. "
Flower ducked her head back down as she tightened the bindings on his wrists and ankles.
" I don't think you will get away with this," Alfred said softly, his eyes trained carefully on Pamela. " Look. If you leave now without hurting me or Dawson or Cook I.... I will give you money. I have money. I can write you a check. I can give you my debit card. You can get enough to leave the state. Just don't....."
Pamela looked at him with amusement. " Oh , I don't care about your money. I almost had money. If Gerald had been nice enough to die from the poison I gave him I would have been a rich widow. But he didn't. Because of that interfering DuBuis Lane and Lyle Peters. And , don't get me started on Faith. Oh , I can't wait to see Faith again. I saw her engagement announcement in the newspaper at the hospital. "
Flower finished tying and stood up gingerly to return to Pamela's side with the doll in her arms. " I'm sleepy, Pamela. So is Diamond. "
Pamela sighed. " Then go find a bedroom in this mausoleum of Gerald's and take a good long nap. But don't go wandering away. You won't want to miss the fun and games later. "
Flower nodded and walked towards the door to the room. As she exited the room Pamela called out," And , don't untie the other ones. Especially not the woman. The old one I'm not worried about. But don't untie him either. "
When they were alone she shook her head of blonde hair. " I should have left her behind. Crazy bitch. She'll be with her Diamond soon enough though. "
Alfred said," You don't really have to tie me up. My hands, arms, legs , they're not strong enough to be a threat to you. You can untie me. I won't do anything. I can't do anything. I can barely stand up without my walker or cane. "
" Yes. I know. You have cerebral palsy. I know the signs. I am a nurse you know. I'm surprised you lived this long. But I'm not stupid like Flower. Your body is weak but that mind of yours..... No. You stay tied up. "
She stepped over closer to him and grabbed his phone. She flipped through it until she found what she wanted. Then she smiled. She was about to dial the number when the phone rang. She held it up and Alfred saw it was his mother. Oh .... God..... Please don't let his mother and Drew come over, he prayed. Not now. Please....
" Tell her everything is fine," Pamela demanded as she answered with the phone on speaker.
Alfred heard his Momma saying in an urgent and rushed tone that was so unlike her normal voice," Alfred, honey, are you alright? That awful Pamela Perkins woman has escaped along with the woman who kidnapped Miracle. Please stay safe. Lock the doors and stay inside. Gerald told us you were home sick. "
Alfred licked at his lips as he watched his captor who held both his phone and the gun. " I'm fine, Momma. I'm just.... I'm resting now. I was tired earlier. "
Glory said sharply," Are you alright? You don't sound like yourself. Andrew and I are coming over there to check on you. We have the kids with us. Richard and Nigel are going to the hospital to check on a friend of Richard's. "
Alfred felt panic rising in him. " No. Momma, don't come over. It's too dangerous. Stay away ......"
Pamela hung up the phone and cussed steadily. Then she slapped him in the face with the gun butt. " I told you to say you were fine. I didn't say for you to tell her all that, you ...... ! You're lucky I need you right now. Otherwise I would just kill you now. "
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ODDS OF LOVE - SEASON THIRTEEN
General FictionThe ongoing original soap opera about disabled math genius professor Dr. Spencer Norland - Lane , his doctor husband DuBuis Lane and all their family , friends and enemies in the Washington DC metro area. Multicultural. Diverse.