Three Word Wednesday- Obsession -Part 2

Three Word Wednesday- Obsession-Part 2 

Edgy; adjective: Tense, nervous, or irritable; (of a musical performance or a piece of writing) having an intense or sharp quality; informal at the forefront of a trend; experimental or avant-garde.

Iconic; adjective: Of, relating to, or the nature of an icon; depicting a victorious athlete in a conventional style.

Lithe; adjective: (Especially of a person's body) thin, supple, and graceful.

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                                               Obsession- Part 2

               The voice sounded so familiar, I racked my brains trying to remember where I heard it before.

          “I’m hurt. I’m really hurt you don’t recognize my voice.”

          “Alexander? Why do you hold a gun on me?”

          “I didn’t know whether you would cooperate and I needed you to come with me,” he commented.

          “But I thought...”

          “You thought I was dead?”

          “You know I did. I loved you how could you?”

          “Natalia, I couldn’t tell you. I couldn’t tell anyone.”

          “We were married and I was pregnant with your children, our twins.”

          “You moved on quickly enough with him,” Alexander reproached.

          “He was there for me. I was pregnant and alone. Where were you?”

          “I was in a hell hole thanks to him.”

          “Thanks to who?”

          “Your husband, that’s who he is now! Isn’t he? Except you are still legally married to me. Quite a quandary, wouldn’t you say?”

          “You’re saying Jack did something to you? Jack doesn’t even know you.”

          “Jack knows me,” he laughed then continued, “Jack is my cousin.”

          “Are you delusional, or just obsessed with me? This sounds ridiculous. Jack has no family.”

          “I wish Jack had no family. He said with a flick of his fingers he could take over everyone and everything in my life He told me that if I made it out of that hell hole he had me thrown in, that you would never believe me.”

          “Jack has been there for me. He was there when the twins were born. He’s a great father to them. You’re lying!”

          “My children, not his! He took them too. I’m sure he’s kept you but saying things like. I love you, but you could stand to lose some weight. Don’t you think that color is wrong for you?”

          Jack had said things like that to me. I started to waver and wanted to believe Alexander, but I also knew my former feelings for Alexander could betray me.

          “That’s what a good husband does,” I insisted.

          “I didn’t. I would have said you were lithe and beautiful, with an edgy, iconic style, all your own. That after all these years you are still the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen.”

          “You weren’t around long enough to say anything that nice, or as constructive as Jack did.”

          “You call that constructive? Natalia, you should be glad I’ve come to rescue you. You deserve compliments every day and kisses that leave you breathless and wanting more.”

          “You need help Alexander. This is all in your head. Don’t think you can woo me to your side with flower phrases. I’ve moved on you should too.”

          “Pull over. I can prove he’s my cousin.”

          I pulled over the car. I couldn’t believe that the love of my life was alive, let alone that he claimed my husband Jack had orchestrated the whole thing. I didn’t trust the story I heard, but I could hear Alexander out, couldn’t I? Alexander put his gun away and climbed into the front seat beside me. Taking my hand in his he placed a worn piece of paper in my hand.

          “See, here is his birth certificate. My aunt, Paula, is listed as his mom. You remember meeting my Aunt Paula, don’t you?”

          “Actually, I do remember Paula. She’s been dead now, for what ten years? There’s no way, I can confirm your story. Just say for your purposes I believe you. Even if you and Jack are cousins, that doesn’t prove your other claims.”

           “Natalia, look at me. Jack had some guys kidnap me and take me to Mexico. He dumped me in some drug lord’s territory hoping they’d kill me. Instead, thrown into a jail cell, accused of murder and drug trafficking, I plotted my escape.”

          “But they found a body. They said the corpse was yours.”

          “Jack said he’d found a body double. He said you think I was dead.”

          “You’ve were there for five years?”

          “They held me in a fake name and I escaped. I came to rescue you.”

          “Rescue me? What about our kids? If Jack is really so dangerous why would you leave them with him?”

          “I didn’t a friend picked them up at the school and took them to a safe location. Don’t worry Ivana and Gregor are safe.”

          “A friend?”

          “A woman I know, Caroline Hensel.”

          I admit I almost fell for the story then, but I knew Caroline too. She had always been a rival for Alexander’s affections. What were the two of them up to?

          “Take me to my children, then disappear again with this ludicrous story.”

          “Natalia, you have to believe me. If I ever meant anything to you...”

          “What do you expect me to do? Believe you instantly?”

          Alexander reached over pulled me close to him and pressed his lips tightly to mine. My lips tingled and my whole body felt like it came alive. I felt his hands start to roam, in that moment I knew what I had been missing, craving his touch. What can I say I was weak, putty in his hands. I started to believe Alexander and remembered how he’d always made me feel like I was the only one in the world. I lost myself in the kiss that seemed to go on forever. Then we heard a knock at the steamed up windows.

          “Is this her?” the man asked.

          “Yes,” Alexander asked.

          “Come on then, leave the car and let’s go. I had a hell of a time finding you Alex.”

          “I’m not going anywhere,” I cried suddenly afraid of this new man.

          “I think you are,” the man answered pulling a gun and gesturing for me to get into his car.

          “Hey don’t hurt her,” Alexander cried.

          “But before you get in put these on,” the man placing plastic cuffs on us both.

          “Alexander,” I whispered, afraid “Who is this?”

          “Trouble,” he answered.

                 ©Sheilagh Lee March 20, 2013