A Pawn for Malice(65)By: Cynthia Roberts
She gazed at him lovingly and a gush of emotion escaped her.
“You saved me.”
He sat upon the edge of her bed, and drew her into his arms. She couldn’t stop the tears that slipped from her eyes, or the sobs shaking her shoulders. She was overwhelmed with relief, and sadness that Morris had died, trying to save her too. She clung to Bryan desperately, wanting to make sure this truly wasn’t a dream, that she was free of the cave, free of her tormentor, and free from Hal.
It felt splendorous to feel the strength of his arms about her, to smell the scent of his cologne fill her nostrils, the warmth of his cheek against her, and his lips, those beautiful, exquisite lips, grazing her skin. It was over. It was over. The nightmare and horror was over.
The whizz of a motor and wheels crossing the tile floor of her hospital room caught her attention, and Jessica opened her eyes.
“Morris!” She bellowed happily. “Morris, you’re alive!”
“I sure is, mam. Happy to be too.”
She released Bryan, and outstretched her arms, her fingers waving invitingly for him to move closer.
Morris obliged, and Bryan moved off the bed, so he could get closer. He lifted his hands, and Jessica clasped onto them, as if for dear life.
Her voice still cracked with emotion.
“I can’t tell you, how happy … I am to see … that you survived.”
Her eyes darted to Bryan’s and pleaded.
“He’s not to blame. He can’t be arrested. Morris was bullied, and beaten, and threatened by Corbat, Bryan. He –“
“Breathe, Jessica, breathe. We know, honey. Morris told us everything. We just were waiting for you to confirm, and you just did. We believe you, and we’ll make sure he’s not prosecuted.”
He directed his attention to a man in the room and she recognized him.
“You’re … you’re Bryan’s friend, the detective.”
The man nodded and stepped forward.
“Yes, mam, Det. Ayden Tyler. Mr. Levitt, won’t be arrested. I promise you that.”
“You helped Bryan, didn’t you … to find me.”
Bryan interjected. “I couldn’t have done it without him either.”
She reached out her hand, and the Detective moved swiftly to accept it.
“Thank you. From the bottom of my heart.”
And then, it was like a movie began to play out in her mind.
Her hands flew to her mouth, and she moaned painfully, as her eyes glazed with horror.
“No! No!,” she screamed, as tears streamed from her eyes and she shook her head wildly. “My, god. Dear, god, Bryan,” she gasped loudly. “I … I … killed him. I killed, Hal.”
Bryan ran to her side, and pulled her into his embrace.
She clung to him desperately, her body convulsing from the heart, piercing sobs wracking her body.
“No, baby, no. You didn’t.” He rocked her tenderly. “He didn’t die, Jessica. You didn’t kill that bastard.”
Slowly, she pulled back from his embrace. She looked deeply into his eyes.
He nodded, smiling softly. “He’s where he deserves to be … behind bars.”
Tears still streamed from her disbelieving eyes, and she looked up at Ayden for confirmation.
Ayden nodded too, and added.
“He’ll be spending the rest of life in a six by eight-foot cell.” He directed his attention to Bryan and winked. “I’ve got a lot of paperwork to fill out, because of you,” he replied jokingly. “Once you’re on your feet, mam, and ready to sit down with me, I’ll need a deposition from you about everything that happened, so we can close this case.” He looked at everyone in the room, nodded respectively and exited.
She sighed deeply, content in knowing, that all would be well again.
Bryan directed his attention to both Morris and her Aunt.
“If you two don’t mind, I’d like to spend some alone time with my girl.”
Florence walked over to Morris and laid her arm across his shoulder. “Come, dear. Let’s go back to your room for a short while, and we can discuss your future.”
The moment they exited, Bryan closed the door to her room for more privacy, and returned to sit on the edge of her bed.
“I’m sorry your association with me, pulled you into one horrifying situation. Can you ever forgive me?”
“Forgive you. You can’t blame yourself for what happened. This was all, because of Hal. He concocted this whole scheme. I certainly don’t blame you. I … I just want to get back to normal.”
He chuckled lightly. “You call, what we do, normal?”
“Well,” she shrugged, “maybe, what I really mean is, you and me.”
“I like that answer, even better.”