BOMAW Vol. 10-12 (128 page)

He moved down a step to reach her, palmed the back of her head leaning down to kiss her. It was a long, passionate kiss filled with wonderful things, that she could let, go no where. She broke it, even though he stayed there with his forehead against hers. "This is - really it then?"

"Yeah, after tomorrow - I don't want you coming back." She leaned away from him to look him in the eyes. "You gonna be something, special, for someone - some day."

"I'd rather be something special, for you Jackie."

She smiled, "I'm too old for you Paul."

"You're only 31."

"That's what... 13 years!"

"So, I don't care, you don't look it, you look wonderful Jackie, and you're a good woman."

She smiled, "How would you know that, you've only known me for a week."

"That's all I need."

She reached up and stroked his cheek, he reached up and held her hand there, turning his face into her palm, he kissed it. "I wish you weren't already married, you'd never get rid of me then."

In her mind she knew, if she hadn't been married, she wouldn't want to, age be damned, he was pure gold - platinum for that matter. Pulling her hand away, she stood, grabbing up their paper plates and cups, he stood too. "Jackie..." He called to her. She stopped to look at him, "Let me stay the night with you tonight, the whole night, please?"

"How, you have to go pick up Vivian."

"I'll pick her up, ask her to drop me off. She can pick me up after work tomorrow. That way, we'll get your cabinets in, and whatever else I can do before I go."

"I don't know Paul."

"Please... it's the last night, tomorrow night, I'll be gone ... for good."

She gazed at him a moment, and smiled, "Yes - I think I'd like that."

L.A. - Wherrington Manor

Hate, heat, bitter, vicious rage whipped about his system, pulling at his heart, afflicting his mind with what was being forced upon him. He drove around unable to get himself to return to the condo. He couldn't settle, he couldn't just stand by and take it. In the height of his frustrations, to go back home without his daughter would unsettle his home. With the way he was feeling, unable to calm himself, it would stress Sylvia out to see him in such a state, because he felt harsh, mean and destructive. "I left my daughter, I left my daughter ... God - God!" He growled, gripping the stirring wheel, pressing against the dash, feeling as if he might explode. She belonged with him. While he had not given birth to her, he felt she was more his daughter than Deidre's, regardless of her being Angela's mother. He'd settled into believing that he had her. That she was his to stay with him until the day she was a young woman to leave him in marriage or to be on her own.

"Money! Fuckin' money, fuckin' Wherringtons!" And just like that, he knew where he was going.

Anthony came to Georgiana as she sat in her sun room, going over plans for an up and coming social event, "Ms Wherrington, Mr McPherson is buzzing outside the gate to be let in." He announced. Every since Deidre had come with her bodyguard, unannounced, barging on to the back garden, they'd made the rule that the gates be opened only to those admitted or arranged with them ahead of time to visit. Her head shot up, "Who?"

"Mr McPherson." He repeated.

"Everett Styles? McPherson?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Well let him in, right away!" She stood from the writing table with a smile on her face, rushing to the mirror to check her appearance. Fluff her hair, neaten her lipstick, smooth her clothing around her new enhanced figure, turning one way and then the other to assure herself that she looked as good as she paid to look. Her tan had been done to perfection. "Yes, he will finally get to see me." She turned down the hallway heading towards the foyer, to hear Anthony opening the door for him.

"I'm here to see Oscar T. please." He bit out to the butler who had already let him in. He could tell by his heated exterior, reddened complexion, flaring nostrils and sharp eyes this was not a civil call. "He's not in Mr McPherson." Anthony returned, a bit nervous.

"Where is he?"

Georgiana had stood back to get a look at him and decided to step forward to deal with him, "That'll be all Anthony, I will see to Mr. Styles." She announced, preferring his work name over his real one. Her eyes could not resist moving over him despite his aggressive presence. Behind her, against his better judgment, Anthony backed away and headed down the hall, but not too far.

At the sight of Georgiana, Shawn was afraid to move, not from fear of her, but from fear of what he might do.

"Something's wrong, I can tell, why don't you join me in the library down the hall." She turned to indicate the direction with her hand pointing towards the room.

"No ... thank you. I haven't come here - to see you - I've come - to see that - piece of scum you're married to."

Georgiana gulped, her heart speeding up a pace, "About - what?"

"Where - is he?" He slowly pushed the words through tightly clenched teeth.

"Why are you so upset? What has he done, tell me and I'll try to fix it." She almost pleaded, her entire body tingled from his presence.

The look on Shawn's face made her shiver, she'd never known him to look so evil, she almost regretted letting him in ... almost.

"You'll fix it, huh? Like you fixed up that forced abortion of my child, right? Like that, fix it? Huh?" He started walking towards her, in slow menacing steps. "Remember how you fixed that?"

"It's a lie! Is that what she told you! She's lying, I would never do such a thing!" She denied. "Why would I - se-seek to harm - my own grandchild?"

He moved in closer to her, "You know why, we both know why - anything you can do to get me to fuck you again, you'll do!"

"Finally you admit it! It was you! I've known it all along, and you tried to deny it!"

"What man, in his right mind, would ever want to admit - fucking you - you nasty piece of high class trash! And to make sure, I wouldn't take her back, you had my child killed. The smartest thing you could ever do, is back the fuck away from me. For once in my life, I have an urge surging through me to snap the neck of a female - that - I could do to you easily."

"It's not true, I didn't do it - I swear to you I didn't!" She lied, even in the face of his wrath, she wanted him as she never had before.

Ignoring her denial, he went into the reason for his visit, "I want to know who you two contracted to kill Deidre, that's what I want to know."

"What? That's insane, why would we do such a thing, she's my own daughter, I would never do such a thing!" She vehemently denied.

Shawn glared down at her, thinking, "Then it was him. Tell me something, is she his? Is that why he could sleep at night after trying to have her killed, because she's not his? We all know what a two bit whore you are, just an open cunt to be screwed by anyone - is that it?"

She slapped him hard across the face!

Expecting it coming, Shawn never flinched. "That turn you on? Huh? Touching me like that - what's going through your mind now?"

She stood panting with her hand stinging, because she was turned on, she wanted nothing more than to have him grab her and roughly take her any where and way he wanted to. Instead, he snarled declaring, "I wouldn't piss on you, if you were on fire."

"Why do you hate me when I love you more than I do life itself."

He backed away from her, "Because, you're fuckin' sick!" He looked toward the door to Oscar T.'s study, stepping up to it he tried to open it, it was locked. He looked back at her, "Open this door." He commanded.

"Why should I?"

No patience to argue, he stepped back and started kicking it.

"What are you doing!?" She screamed at him.

Anthony and one of the maids came running.

Shawn ignored them and kicked the door in, slamming it open to pass through it.

"Should we phone the police Ms Wherrington?!" He asked in a state.

"No! Go and mind your own business!" She ordered rushing through the door to close it behind her, it would no longer lock. She pressed back against it, "What are you looking for, what do you think you'll find in here?"

He ignored her and started rifling through Oscar's desk, pulling out one drawer after the other, looking for anything that would give him a clue as to whether he was the one threatening Deidre or not. He snatched every one out, glancing at the papers hoping to find something suspicious.

"I'll help you do anything you want, if you - do something for me?" She was pleading.

"Fuck off!"

"You're going about this all the wrong way! He's got information on you, he'll use it if he thinks you're after him."

Shawn turned on her shouting, "I DON'T - GIVE A FU-U-U-UCK! I want to know - who he's paying to set Deidre up?!"

"Why now? Why are you now all of a sudden so worried about her? When she was in the hospital you couldn't get away fast enough, why this - now?"

With gnashed teeth, Shawn stepped back low and rammed forward to hit the desk with the heels of his hands as if in a tackle and flipped the heavy oak upside down, which was no easy task, it was solid outweighing him by a couple of hundred pounds. He didn't care, there were drawers that were locked and he wanted into them. "Where's the key?" He heaved and blew.

"Have you lost your mind!?" She gasped, swallowing down a scream at his destruction of the room.

He looked around to find golf clubs in the corner of the room, rushing to them, he snatched out a heavy iron, came back and began pounding on the bottom of the drawer that was locked.

"STOP DOING THAT!! You don't have to do that! Do for me, and I'll do for you! Do you hear me?!" She shouted at him.

Shawn broke through the frame of the drawer and started stomping on it to get inside, ignoring Georgiana's presence, he broke through. Inside of it, he found money, a large check book, pictures of black women - and a gun. Nothing with anything on it that would tell him what he wanted to know. He was in such a frenzy that when Georgiana approached him, he burst to his feet pointing the gun at her.

She froze, her eyes widened in clear fright.

"He's got a safe, where is it?" He bit with tears in his eyes. She looked at the gun and then at him. "Where is it?!" He repeated the question, and then realizing what he was doing, Shawn lowered the gun, "Tell me, I need to know." Before she could answer him, the police were there before either of them realized what was happening, "PUT THE WEAPON DOWN! PUT IT DOWN NOW!" They burst in with their guns drawn on him.

Shawn opened his hand and let the gun drop to the floor.

"GET DOWN ON THE FLOOR - NOW!!!" They yelled.

"Who called you!?" Georgiana cried out, "I didn't call the police, what are you doing in my home!?"

The police were looking around the room at the destruction within, two officers were on Shawn, hand cuffing him while pinning him down.

"I DID NOT CALL - THE POLICE!!!"

"Ma'am we got a call that someone had broken in and was wrecking the place! If we get called out, someone's going to jail." The officer explained firmly.

They held onto Shawn as he got to his feet. He said not a word, but his eyes boring into her said plenty. "I didn't call them! I was with you the whole time, I swear to you, I didn't call them!" She pleaded with Shawn to believe her. The officers that had him, quickly escorted him out of the mansion, while one stayed behind speaking with Georgiana.

"Ma'am, ma'am..." He repeated twice because she was rambling disturbed by them taking him away. "...if you want to bail him out, you can do so, but a report will be filed, and he will be taken to jail. After he's in jail, if you then choose not to press any charges, that's up to you, but he's going right now, for destruction of property-..."

"It's my property!"

"He also had a weapon in his hand."

"It was my gun! My husband's gun!"

"Well then it certainly shouldn't have been in his hands, if you have anything else to say, it'll have to be said down at the police station."

Georgiana stood in a quandary, looking from her front door to back into the wrecked room. She walked to the desk amidst all the papers and debris everywhere, kneeling, she looked at the pictures, spreading them out. Standing she stepped back and almost twisted her ankle on something, looking down to see what it was, she picked it up. It was a mobile phone, clicking the menu and looking at the numbers, she realized it was Shawn's. Smiling, she held onto it and walked to the door, calling out to the maid and Anthony. When they approached, "Get that room cleaned up! When I return, I want to know who the hell called the police to my home?! Whomever did it, start looking for another job!"

*

"Angela, hey, wake up honey, Angela." Deidre nudged her gently.

She turned to her back, trying to wake up, she sat up looking around the room, "Where's my dad?"

"He - he's gone Angela, he left. He left a few hours ago."

She sat staring as if in a dream, then realized that it was really going to happen, she was going to be left behind. They would all board a plane Sunday and she would be left there once more, back with her mother.

"You hungry?" Deidre asked.

Looking down at her bedspread, she shook her head.

"Come on, you haven't eaten anything since this morning, you have to be hungry. We're going to Terra's restaurant, come on and join us."

"I don't wanna go." She murmured low.

Deidre reached up stroking her silky black bangs from over her eyes, "It'll be better this time Angela, really it will. I don't want to leave you at home."

"I don't wanna go, and you can't make me go. You go out to dinner, I'm fine."

Deidre didn't know what to do to make things better, she sat a moment gazing at her daughter, wishing things could be different. "How about I order in some pizza? And we can, play one of your video games, or watch a movie together."

"I'd rather you go out to dinner, I want to be alone, time I start getting used to it again."

"Angela it won't be that way this time - and - I don't want to leave you alone, not now."