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|Just Before Dawn Chapter 11 (standard:mystery, 4561 words)|
|Author: Sarah Spenser||Added: May 22 2005||Views/Reads: 2042/1362||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|conclusion to Just Before Dawn see how Allison and Connor's adventure ends!|
11. The Proposal She just stared at him, transfixed. She couldn't believe he had broken out of prison, she knew he risked being captured again, and an even harsher sentence for escaping. Allison tried to focus through the drugged haze. “I'm sorry, Allison. I didn't mean to get you mixed up in my mess.” “Now I know why you were so defensive whenever I brought up your past. You didn't want me to find out about you and Grace.” “It's all out now, sweetie. I never meant to hurt you.” “So was that some sort of game? It wasn't a game to me! I still have weeks of recovery to endure, and I'm weak from all the blood loss and transfusions. I can't believe you're my father!” “I can see that you're weak, honey, I didn't want to wake you, but I just had to talk to you one more time before I'm sentenced. They'll want to give me death.” “Like you don't deserve it>? How many women did you kill?” there was a pause as he contemplated her question. “About 16 and then there was Greg Brindle.” “Was Mark involved at all?” “Some what, but he didn't actually kill anyone, he just took the fall for me. He's your cousin, Allison.” “He's my what?” “Aunt Renee's son.” “boy you've got some line! You're even starting to believe yourself!” “No, sweetie, it's true. Renee sent him away to reform school because she and Rick couldn't control him. After he got out, I used him as my henchman of sorts.” “Did you pay him to kill Mom?” anger flashed in her eyes, hot and fiery. Jack knew he was upsetting her, she was weak and couldn't handle this now. But when would he really have another opportunity to tell her he loved her? “Yes.” She stared at him, her eyes were ice cold, and he thought that if she could, she would rip out her IV's and kill him. “I don't know what to say! You killed Mom because she found out and was going to go to the police wasn't she?” “Yes.” “And you couldn't handle that so you just hired your nephew no less to kill her! And then you pretended to be the grieving father, the loving husband! Do you know what I went through?” “You were an alcoholic, Allison! And you slipped into a deep depression. I tried to get you all the help you needed. It was a very trying time for all of us.” “Trying? How about torture? How about watching the one person you loved more than life itself get ripped away from you senselessly? Trying doesn't even begin to describe it! I won't have Mom there on my wedding day, or to see her grandchildren because you decided that she had to die because she took the moral road! Did it give you pleasure watching me suffer?” “What kind of a question is that? I never wanted you to suffer.” “Then why did you kill her? You knew what that would do to me.” “She was going to ruin me! She was going to report me to the cops and I couldn't let that happen!” “So you did to her what you did with me, huh?” “No I told you I hired Mark.” “No, I mean that when she outlived her usefulness and wasn't willing to keep your secret you killed her! Just like you almost did to me!” “I'm not the one who shot you!” “Oh come off it! You'd say anything just so the judge won't throw the book at you!” “I'm telling the truth on that one! You're stupid boyfriend shot you! Connor!” he spat with an evil laugh. “You'd say anything to destroy what Connor and I have.” “No, I'm telling the truth this time.” “You arrogant son of a ...” “Don't get yourself worked up over me. I just wanted to tell you I loved you one more time. See you.” With that he left, Allison watched him go and knew she would never see him again. Connor arrived at the hospital a few hours later. The floor that Allison was on was quiet, and the nurses spoke in low whispers. He went to the nurses' station and inquired about Allison's condition. “Well, we had to sedate her. She's sleeping right now.” “Sedate her? Why?” “She kept saying that she saw her father.” “Jack? He was here?” “Not to our knowledge, it could've been a hallucination from the medications she's on. But she became very insistent and tried to get out of bed. So we had to sedate her.” “Is she going to be all right?” “Absolutely, you can go in.” Connor hurried down the hall to Allison's room, she was asleep like the nurse had predicted. He pulled a chair beside her bed. She still looked weak and pale, Connor thought about what the nurse had told him, did she hallucinate? Anything was possible, she was on a heavy dose of pain killers, because every breath hurt. She began to have a nightmare. “No! stop! Stop!” Connor put a hand on her shoulder. “Allie?” she jumped and turned in fear to face him. “Oh, Connor! I just had the worst nightmare.” “About Jack?” “Yeah, that he shot you and made me watch.” “Nothing's going to happen to me, sweetness. We're all worried about you. The nurse said she had to sedate you.” “It wasn't a hallucination, Connor. Jack was here.” “Maybe you're on too much medication, Allie. How could he get out of a maximum security prison while locked in solitary?” “Listen, my love I know what I'm talking Click here to read the rest of this story (314 more lines)
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