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Where was I?

             
I looked around the room. Nothing look familiar. What was that beeping noise? I tried to turn my head to the sound but the pain exploded. I screamed out.

             
“Georgina!” Someone said surprised.

             
Who was he?

             
A tall blonde man was staring down at me. He looked familiar but I couldn't place him. It was something to do with his eyes. He had wonderful emerald eyes. I keep trying to think who he was but nothing.

             
He stumbled back in shock and began shaking his head. “You don't know who I am, do you?” I didn't reply. He ran a hand through his roughed up blonde hair. “Fuck!” He ran out of the room and returned a few moments with someone else.

             
The woman began to fuss around me and I laid there still trying to think who he was.

             
“She doesn't know who I am!” Yelled the man.

             
“Its okay” the woman said calmly. “Its probably just a little trauma from the blow. Give her a couple of days and everything will come back. You have nothing to worry about. The scan showed no damage. She just needs to rest and she will be fine.”

             
“Who are you?” I asked looking at the man. The nurse smiled down at me and placed a hand over my belly. What was all this about?

             
The man ran back over to me and grabbed hold of my hand. He pushed someone hair out of my face and looked deep into my eyes. “I'm Blake” he slowly looked back at the nurse. “Your boyfriend.”

             
“Your not going to tell her the happy news?” The nurse beamed at me.

             
Blake?

             
Boyfriend?

             
Happy news?

             
Why did none of this feel right?

             
Blake took something out of his pocket and placed it in front of my face. I studied the picture and didn't have a clue what it was. It was all dark with a tiny, barely there white spot.

             
The woman placed her hands to her chest and was still smiling at me. Was she crazy? “Congratulations......I am really happy for you both. I am such a sap for happy ever afters.”

             
Blake leaned froward and kissed my cheek. “We are having a baby. Your pregnant!”

             
My eyes moved back on to the picture unable to speak.

             
What was going on?

 

 

             
“Daddy” Olivia screamed running into the room. She jumped up on to the hospital bed and hugged me. The first hug I had in ages. Just having her here was wonderful.

             
“Be careful” I smiled hugging her tightly back with one good arm. At last something to help me forget the anxiety for a while. Even though nothing could take the thought of my Miss Dawson away.

             
A few seconds later the devil  entered the room. She placed her phone and bag down on the bed table in front of me.

             
“I wasn't going to come” she snarled. “But Olivia insisted to see her daddy.” I ran a finger through Olivia's hair. Just having her here made me feel a little better.

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              “Everyone is extremely worried about you” Debbie began. “Your Mum keeps calling the hospital on the hour to see how you are. She hasn't slept for a while.”

             
A little smile sprung to my lips. I looked back over at Olivia and the sadness hit me. Even with my daughter by my side, I still had that wanting need for Georgina.

             
“Have they found her?” I asked.

             
Dread swept across Debbie’s face. All of a sudden she went pale. I narrowed my eyes. This was bad and the panic set it. Her face wasn't one of good news. Her eyes diverted to her feet and she shook her head.

             
“No” she mumbled. “Not yet!” Within an instant her whole persona changed. “Let me go and grabbed you a few bits.” She quickly grabbed her bag off the table. “Olivia, will you be okay with Daddy?” She smiled.

             
“She will be fine!” I snapped. I had this feeling she knew more than she was letting on. She raced out of the room leaving me alone with my daughter. At least I had half of my world was with me. I clung on to her tightly.

             
Debbie's phone began to ring. I leaned over the table and took a glanced at the caller ID.

             
Mrs Waterman?

             
I grabbed the phone. Why was she calling Debbie? I was intrigued and hit the accept button. Before I could say anything, Mrs Waterman began talking.

             
“Don't speak” she hissed down the phone. “Listen and listen carefully. Georgina is out of the coma so your not a murderer. I need that gun back A.S.P!! The police are now investigating everything and that gun has my prints on it. After all I did try to help you and you don't want me getting arrested for shooting the man you love.” She gave a little evil laugh. “Oh, and I'm not too pleased that you threatened my son! Bring that gun back or who knows.... You could have a bed next to that Whore!”

             
The line went dead and I was sat in shock. I looked at Olivia and then back at the phone.

             
There was no way!

             
Sly fucking bitch!

             
Olivia was looking back at me as if she knew there was something wrong.

             
What had those fuckers done to Georgina?

             
Mrs Waterman shot me?

             
And Debbie was involved?

             
Why would they do something like this?

             
My mind was racing and I could grasp the situation. I felt even more out of control now and the frustration was building inside again. I reached out and hit the call button and a nurse rushed into the room.

             
“Mr Thomas?” By the sound of her voice they were getting fed up with my demands.

             
“I need you to tell me if a Miss Georgina Dawson is in this hospital and if she is, you need to call the police straight away!

             
The nurse looked worried, nodded and ran out of the room. I laid down on the bed and retried to regain my breathing.

             
Was this some sort of revenge? I narrowed my eyes. Revenge for what? That little shit not getting his own way.. Spoilt fucker!

             
Was everything down to them, the pictures and the necklace?

             
My mind was working over time just trying to get a grip of it all. They were not going to get away with this... They were going to pay. I had to ring Amy and get her straight away. I needed her help! It was time to get revenge of the fucking cunts that had put me here.

 

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My name is Georgina Elizabeth Dawson. My father lives in Spain with my step-mother Caitlyn and my sister Dee. My Mother lives in London. I am unemployed and I live with Blake Waterman, my boyfriend.
I kept telling myself over and over again. The first part sounded right about my family. It was the whole Blake bit that I couldn't understand. While in the coma I kept dreaming of a man with red hair, blue eyes and this wonderful mouth. We were happy and in love. His mesmerizing mouth sent tingles through my body. I was hoping he would be here when I woke up.

             
Who was he and was he real?

             
I looked back over at Blake, he was reading quietly in the corner. Surely if he was boyfriend shouldn't I feel something for him? What I felt in my dream for this red hair bloke was real and powerful. He kept using the words “Fix” and “Crave”. I was craving for that man in my dream.               Now.... I was pregnant by him?...... Blake?

             
Why couldn't I remember anything apart from my dreams?

             
“What's wrong?” Blake asked, looking up from his magazine.

             
“Are you sure your my boyfriend?” I asked my eyes moving side to side, waiting for that light to be switched on in my head.

             
He gave a little laugh. “Yes. Don't you remember? We met while you were working in the grand café. I came in with my friends and you split coffee all down me.

             
Wait!!!

             
I did remember that. We lived in a studio flat near the river Thames in Oxford City Centre. I tried to remember more... But nothing!!!

             
Why did I still feel uneasy?

             
Why did I have that consent feeling something was wrong?

             
My head was beginning to hurt again, I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

 

 

             
I made my way to my bedroom. Why was my Dad so persistent about me going to my room?

             
I was no longer a child. I opened the door and slowly my eyes fell on to him. He was sitting on my bed and looking straight at me. My heart began to race, his perfect red hair roughed up, his blue eyes burning into me and that mouth. All the wonderful things he could do to my body with that mouth. I closed the door and stepped towards him. He stood up and made his way over to meet me.

             
“Your here?” I hushed and I reached out to touch his face. It was real, he was here and I wasn't dreaming.

             
“Do you want me here?” He asked leaning into my touch.

             
“Yes” I smiled and he pulled me into him. I rested my head against his chest. He smelled intoxicating and just being in his strong arms made me safe. Then the recent events filled my mind.                “I know what you did..” I began. “But I just kept hoping that after everything you still wanted and loved me.”

             
He pulled away and gently lifted my chin up with his finger tip. “Let me confess...” I gave a little nod. “Mrs Waterman did offer me money to hire you...” He looked away,  was this going to be difficult for him?

             
He coughed. “I accepted her offer after the interview... I was worried I would never see you again and plus I did change the terms of the deal. At the time my business was going under and I was a very very desperate man. I was foolish... I really am sorry.” He took a deep breath and looked down at me. I was taking it all in and all my attention focused on him. “I think I loved you from the first time I saw you waiting on that sofa.”

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              I raised an eyebrow and could feel myself blushing a little. “You think?”

             
He rolled his eyes and gave a amused look. “Busted!” He laughed. “I knew!”

             
“Where is this money now?”

             
“I gave it back. That's why I went to see her.” He grabbed hold of me pulling me into him. “Will you forgive, Miss Dawson?”

             
“I don't know” I shrugged my shoulders and my hand swept round to the back of his neck. “I think you should give me a reason...” His head lowered and  our lips met. I kissed with such passionate and  such force my lips began to go numb. Immediately like any other time when I was next to him that low sensual burning desire began to enlighten.

             
I pulled away biting down on my lip. “Your lucky my room has a lock.......” I walked over to the door and turned the key. I spun round and his eyes were full of burning desire. I slowly pulled down each strap of my dress and allowed it to float down  to the floor. Gracefully I removed my thong. I began to walk towards him and my heart was in my mouth. Once close he pulled me over and pushed me on to the bed.

             
He undid his trousers and allowed them to fall down to his ankles. I was naked and my body needed him to take me to the wonderful places only he could. He climbed on top of me and gazed down at me. His fingers traced along my cheek and his lips placed on to mine.

             
I grabbed hold of his arse and he knew exactly what I wanted. He sank his solid manhood inside me and I gave a little groan in pleasure. My fingertips began to move up and down his back, while he began to massaged my sweet spot. My legs wrapped round his waist and he started slamming into me.

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