I finally managed to get up. Fortunately I had grabbed my clutch handbag before I fled from the car so I had my phone and my money. At least I wasn't stranded somewhere in that huge city with nothing. I was confused and I was scared those filthy assholes would come back so I walked, barefoot, around the next corner and found a foyer of a bank that was open. I went in and not knowing what to do I dialed Hugh's number.
He picked it up after ringing twice. "Hello?" of course, he didn't know my number that was displayed on his side. "Hugh..." my voice broke. "Kriss, 's that you?" I simply couldn't talk. I tried so hard to suppress my sobs I wasn't able to speak at all. "Hello?" he asked. The door of the foyer opened and a customer came in. He looked at me and shook his head in disapproval. I tried to hide but it was just bright light everywhere. I was a mess – and hung up the phone. It rang almost immediately.
"Kriss?" Hugh's warm voice made me choke up again. "Yes, it's mmm..e" I mustered to say. "Where are you?" "I don't know", I snuffled. "I don't understand, Sweetie. What happened?" "I can't tell you. Sorry. I need to find my hotel. I'm sorry I disturbed you." I was just too embarrassed to tell him. I couldn't bother him, could I? I took a few deep breaths and went back to the street. My phone went off again but I denied the call. After a few attempts and various raised eyebrows from by-passers I managed to stop a taxi. While we drove through the City, I received a message from Hugh: Which hotel? Was the simple question he asked. I texted back The Madison, 223.
Ten Minutes after I arrived at my room, needless to say I got several looks from the staff until I reached it, a knock on my door. I still wore my dress, hadn't removed my messy make-up but my tears had just dried. I opened and as I had expected, Hugh was there. His eyes widened at the look of me, he came in and wrapped his strong arms around me and hugged me tightly. I was safe – finally. The floodgates opened.
Hugh carried me to the bed and lay me down softly. He took of his shirt and shoes and slipped under the duvet with me, holding me. He didn't ask and I still couldn't talk. I held on to him as if my life depended on it. I couldn't let him go. I was shaking from crying and I felt so cold inside. Hugh deserved an answer. I knew that. He held me for what seemed like an eternity, until finally I felt I was able to talk. I turned my back to him I started to tell him what happened. I couldn't face him, it would have made it even worse. I felt so stupid, embarassed and ashamed.
By the time I had finished, this time silent tears were rolling down my face. Hugh hadn't said a single word through the whole story. Now he released me and made me turn around to face him. The expression on his face was a mixture of shock, anger and a sadness in his eyes. "Kriss, we need to call the police!" he said firmly. "Please, Hugh, no! I can't. I had let them have their will, if only for a minute to make my escape; and also if we call the police there will be questioning and examinations and... and... I can't!" I exclaimed. "OK OK. It's your decision. You take a shower, get that dress off. I'll call my lawyer." "It's in the middle of the night!" "Don't worry, I'll sort it out."
I did as Hugh said. I stripped off the dress, took a hot shower and got into my pjs. The hotel wasn't so luxurious that it had bathrobes on hand. When I was in the bathroom, removing the remainder of my make-up, I heard him talk in a hushed voice but I made out some words "bastards" "police" "can't let them get away". When I left the bathroom he just said "Alright. Thanks and sorry for the late call." and hung up.
He told me that his lawyer said that it was difficult to find proof for what I had said, and if we called the police it would be my word against theirs. So I was right, there would be endless questioning. Instead, he suggested, that he, Hugh's lawyer, would not only send them a letter telling them that Hugh wouldn't be available for the project or any other in the future; but also another one informing them that he knew what they had done and that he would tell every actor that he knew of to not work with them ever. "That'll ruin them, for sure" Hugh said triumphantly. My superhero.
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New York - New York (Hugh Jackman Fan-Fiction 9)
FanfictionThis story takes our characters to New York for new ... adventures. This story has adult content with explicit language! You can read my stories separately, but there are references to the one before... If you like, you can comment and vote.
