The cuckoo

Part 4 Fright

May finds herself outside the hospital with Harry, and feeling very scared.  She has no idea how she got to be here and there is a feeling of panic as well rising inside her.  " Am I ill "?  May thinks to herself.   She is doubting her own sanity and the more she tries to work out what has happened the more alarmed she is becoming.  For the first time she see's the possibility that Harry has done something to her.  Drugged her maybe.

"Stop Harry" She shouts in alarm.  "I am not going to move one more step unless you tell me now what you have done to me".                              "May" harry says, "Please calm down, I'm not going to hurt you.  We are on the way to your home".

May fishes in her handbag and produces her house keys.  Although she is resisting as hard as she can she unlocks the door and lets them both in.

George Styles is fastidiously vacuuming the gravel bed of his beloved aquarium when he hears the front door open.   "Hi May, who's your friend then.  Is it a secret or what?"     May looks like a rabbit caught in the headlights of a car.  She goes to tell George that she is in a lot of trouble.  Instead what she says, to her own amazement is "Hello George, you look busy!  This is a new friend of mine from the hospital, his name is Harry.  I invited him over cos he's new in town and doesn't really know anybody yet".

Harry offers George his hand his hand and says "pleased to meet you George, you are lucky having this lovely lady for a sister."     George takes his proffered hand and shakes it.  
"Gosh you have a strong handshake mate"  said George,    "May"  he says.  "Are you alright? you look like you've seen a ghost!"

May is just relieved that nothing has happened to George.  He hasn't been electrocuted or anything.  Harry hasn't zapped him, yet!   "George!" she says with a tone of urgency.  She is beginning to feel very scared now as she stands there  and the words she needs to say just don't come and she feels like a moron standing there having got her brothers attention, and now standing there with her mouth open looking like a goldfish.  She alters tack and says will you get us all a drink Georgie please.  This an experiment really.  Now she is getting the rules, she can't say anything that is going to give Harry away.   The words just won't come.   Somehow he is controlling her mind!  not even controlling, as she feels she still has free will,  but censoring and she never calls Her brother Georgie so hopefully he will pick up on this.

While George is in the kitchen making drinks Harry says "May, I know you are scared!  don't be!  I am not your enemy.   We need as much money as you can get hold of and some food, a picnic maybe.  After we have finished your drinks we need to be on our way, so you make your excuses to your brother and we will get going.   I am going to go to my house, the house of this boys parents!"

May nods obediently, for the moment unable to comprehend her situation fully.  What does he mean, the house of this boys parents?  This is the most alarming thing to her of the whole bizarre situation. He is talking not only as if they aren't his parents but also like even his body is not his own.     George comes in with three juices and a pile of Jammie dodgers.   Funny he is not used to actually playing host.   Strangely enough Jammie dodgers seem to do the trick with all of their sugar content, and she feels much better and scoffs 3 of them down and so does Harry, and even more strange as she catches his eye he gives her a half smile and for all the world to her it looks like this strange unworldly kidnapper is twinkling at her and she feels herself blushing ever so slightly.

"Georgie we have to be on our way I need to be back at the hospital and so does young Harry here" says May.   That's it!  we are on our way after I have just lied so fluently to my brother.   I have all of my available cash in my purse and my credit card as well.   I had meant to lie to Harry and tell him I could get hardly anything.  Instead I just picked up every last penny I own.  It's that mind control thing again.  He can't control my thoughts but I am unable to turn them into words unless he allows it. What on earth am I going to do, and what is going to become of me.