Chapter 19: Desire
Sheridan woke up, but she didn't open her eyes just yet. She was lying on
the cold floor with ropes tied around her arms and her legs. She tried to
move a little and she flinched as she felt the sharp pain at her side. She
remembered the car accident that she had been in. She wanted to scream when
she went off of the road, but it came so fast, she couldn't do anything, but
where was she now. Or maybe just because, it didn't matter anymore whether or
not she died. Maybe she had wanted to die. Because living without Luis would
be so painful.
She still hadn't forgotten that Luis said he couldn't see her anymore.
That was the most awful day of her life. She tried to push negative thoughts
out of her head and tried to figure out where she was and how she got there.
Sheridan opened her eyes and saw that she was in a dark small room that
looked like a basement. Her hands were tied behind her back and her feet were
tied to a chair. Sheridan was suddenly alert. "Oh god. The drug cartel.
They've found me. Oh dear god. Luis was right all along."
Suddenly, the door flew open and a tall, dark figure walked into the
room. It stood in the doorway, looking at her for a few moments. It was very
dark and she could not see who it was at first. Then, the person stepped out
of the shadows and Sheridan gasped, "You?!?! Antoine. You're the bodyguard
from Paris. You've been working for Roger and Pierre all along." Antoine
bowed to her and said, "Nice to see you again, Madmoiselle Crane." "When Luis
finds out about this__." Sheridan snarred. "It won't matter, because by the
time he gets here, you will be dead." Antoine laughed. Sheridan started to
cry. "Why? Why are you doing this to me? I don't mean you any harm. Please,
just let me go. I won't tell anyone. I promise you." "Not a chance,
Madmoiselle Crane. Soon, you will die and that is your fate." Antoine grinned
before walking out of the room.
Sheridan thought, 'He's right. It is my fate. My destiny. Just like the
fortune teller said to me when I was little. But I won't let these drug lords
ruin my life.' Sheridan looked out a small, dusty window on the wall. A small
beam of light shown through the glass. Sheridan knew that Luis didn't want to
see her anymore, but she still prayed that he would come to her rescue.
Somehow, someway, she would have to get out of here. She would not give up
and let herself die. She had to live, but she was all tied up. How was she
going to get out?
Sheridan looked around for something that might help her. She looked over
on the other side of the room and saw a big blade. If she just rubbed the
robbed againsty it, maybe she could break free. She scooted the chair over to
the blade and started to rub the ropes against the blade. Finally she was
free and onced she was completely out of the roped, she went over to the
phone. She picked it up and dialed the Harmony PD.
At the police station, Luis and Sam were looking up some facts that might
lead to where Sheridan was. Suddenly, the phone rang. "I'll get that," Luis
said. He picked up the phone. "Hello?" "Please, help me. They're trying to
kill me. Please, help." Sheridan cried. "Sheridan!" Luis jumped, from both
shock and excitment. "Luis?" Sheridan asked. "Yes. It's me. Are you all
right?" "Luis. Please help me. It's that cop from Paris, Antoine. He's
working for the drug cartel. He's holding me hostage and he's going to kill
me. Please, help me." Sheridan cried into the phone. Luis's heart was
breaking, hearing her in pain. He felt tears welling up in his eyes.
It's all right, Sheridan. Just... tell me where you are." Sheridan looked out
the dusty window and saw that there were a lot of trees everywhere. "I don't
know... I think up in the mountains." "Okay, Sheridan. Hang tight, all right.
You're gonna be fine." "All right. Please hurry." Sheridan smiled, feeling a
little bit better. "Oh and by the way," Luis said, "... I love you." Sheridan
started to smile from ear to ear and she cried, "Oh Luis. I love you too."
"I''ll be there soon. Okay. Bye." Luis said. Sheridan hung up the phone and
smiled. He loves her. He really loves her. Maybe she was wrong, maybe there
was hope for them yet...
To Be Continued...
