Double Seduction 13Posted: April 29, 2016
Dr. Meg and I are writing a little novella we hope you will enjoy and keep you in suspense. I wrote the first chapter, she wrote the second. The third is here. To read the fourth, go here. The fifth installment is here. Read the sixth installment by clicking here. The seventh is here. Eight here. Nine can be found here. Meg has written chapter 10, go over to her blog to read it. Chapter 11 is here. Chapter 12 is over at Meg’s blog. Chapter 13 is below – ONLY ONE MORE CHAPTER TO GO…
Chapter 13 – Lucky
“OK, but I just wanted to say…” David began.
“Not on the phone, in person. Tomorrow, 10am, I’ll meet you at Shipley Park near the fountain.” Melody’s tone was angry and resolute.
“I’m just glad you’re still talking to me. I’m so sorry. Can you just hear what I need to tell you now?” David pleaded.
“No, I can’t talk to you right now. I need to think. Goodbye until tomorrow.” With that, Melody disconnected.
David was both fearful and excited. He felt lucky she had called, wanting to see him. Still, her tone concerned him. She was certainly angry, and probably felt betrayed. He had never experienced her anger. She was a caring person, certainly she would get over it. After all, she loved the “real” him. This wasn’t a big deal.
As soon as she hung up the phone, Mel’s eyes began to tear. She felt used. She felt angry. She felt betrayed. She needed comfort and realized the only person she had in her life to now comfort her was Anton. That was too humiliating to contemplate.
She opened a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon, called up Billie Holiday on her iPad and fell into a chair. She found herself asleep next to the empty bottle at 1am and staggered to bed.
In the morning, when Mel’s 6:30am alarm rang, she reset it for 7:30 and barely pulled herself out then. After a shower, she wandered downstairs and met Andrea waiting at the locked office door at 7:55.
“Good morning, Dr. Rivers!” then, appraising Mel’s appearance added, “are you alright?”
“I’ll be fine Andi. Just moving slowly this morning. You’re just doing the weekly billing this morning, correct?” Mel asked.
“Yeah, I should be finished by noon. I’ll stay until you get back from your workout,” Andrea answered.
“Shoot, I forgot that was today. I’m going back upstairs. Call my cell if you need me for anything.”
“Will do, Dr. Rivers. Feel better!”
As Mel climbed the stairs back to her bedroom, she pulled her phone from her pocket, calling up Anton’s texts.
“I’m not going to be able to make it today, an emergency came up.” Mel typed the lie.
Anton responded almost immediately, “Understood. Are you alright?”
“I’m fine, I just have to handle something.” Mel hoped he wouldn’t press.
Anton was sure the “emergency” was David. Anton began imagining all the worst case scenarios. Had she confronted David? Had David’s continual lies pulled her even further in? Was that even her texting or had David hurt her and was using her phone for an alibi?
He tried to call her back, hear her voice to make sure she was alright.
When the call came in, Mel spat at her phone, “Won’t you leave me alone for once!” She sent it to voicemail, started to shut off her phone, then realized she needed it on for Andi.
Anton tossed the phone on the counter when the call went directly to voicemail. He paced and thought hard about the situation. He called back every 10 minutes for an hour, getting only voicemail. With each call his worry for Melody increased.
Everything he imagined had Melody in trouble. Finally he couldn’t take it any more and grabbed his keys.
David wanted to arrive early. It was a 35 minute drive from his apartment to the park. He had spent a sleepless night trying to think of what to say to get back into Mel’s heart. Leaving at 9am, he rehearsed the dialogue in his head.
“Mel, I love you with all my heart. I am the man you know, I just don’t look like…”
“Mel, we love each other…”
It was going to be tough when she realized he is David Twitchell. It wouldn’t be just his looks not being the guy in the picture, but a guy who had met her in real life. He couldn’t figure out any way to make it better with words. His hands sweat on the steering wheel while his heart raced.
“I just needed to see you in real life,” he practiced out loud, trying to sound as if he wasn’t a crazy stalker.
David parked the Taurus out of sight of the fountain at 9:38. He didn’t want her to see the car. At 9:50, thoroughly out of rehearsed lines, he walked to the fount and waited for Mel to arrive.
Anton’s black Denali arrived at Mel’s just as her Acura pull away. He followed at a distance, trying to avoid her detection. He already upset her, and he needed to keep her safe without upsetting her more.
Right at 10, Mel’s Acura pulled into Shipley Park and settled on the pavement near the fountain. Anton didn’t see any other cars as he pulled off onto the grass 100 feet away. He could see a man standing behind the fountain, but he couldn’t make him out. He was obscured by the spray.
Anton reached for his telescoping baton and cracked his door, ready to spring to action.
David intentionally hid himself behind the fountain, trying to delay the inevitable reveal of his true identity. Melody approached deliberately, straight toward him. When she got within 20 feet, she spied a man, stopped short, and asked, “David?”
David emerged from the curtain the of the fountain.
Mel’s eyes widened in shock.”David Twitchell! Oh my God, do you lie about everything?” Her mouth gaped in disbelief.
“I’m sorry, Mel. I never meant any of this…” David said sheepishly, his head down.
Mel covered the distance between then and stood directly in front of him. “Look at me! I can’t believe you did this. I can’t believe you did this to me. Was this just some kind of game for you? Breaking my heart?”
David slowly raised his head. As he did, and their eyes met, she remembered his striking blue. Looking now, her own hazel eyes began to tear and her lip began to quiver.
The tone of David’s reply was calm and soothing. “It wasn’t a game. At least, not for a long time now. Yes, it started out as an experiment, but I fell in love with you. I think you feel the same. I’m so sorry I’ve hurt you.”
David shrugged as he added, “Now that you know, we can move on to a real relationship.”
He reached for her hand, but she pulled it away.
“I don’t love you, I hate you right now!” Mel’s eyes raged while tears flowed down her cheeks.
Anton, viewing from the distance, could tell the encounter was escalating. He exited the SUV and hurried toward them, baton in hand.
“Mel, please, we can get through this. You’ll see. It was just a mistake. Now that you know everything, we can have a genuine relationship.” David tried to sound confidently reassuring.
“You son of a bitch! Do you think after all your lying, all your deception, I will ever speak to you again? I only came here to tell you what a terrible human being you are and to break this off like an adult.” Mel turned on her heel and started for her car.
“Wait, you just need to listen!” yelled David as he grabbed her arm, spinning her around. “You can’t leave me! You can’t act like this! It wasn’t that big of a deal! I didn’t mean it!”
Mel was frightened. Her tricep hurt where his fingers dug in. “Stop! Let me go! I never want to see you again!”
“This bitch can’t do this to me,” David thought. With that David raised his other hand to slap Mel hard across the face. At the sight, Anton broke into a sprint.
Mel’s training instinctively kicked in. With one smooth motion, she pulled her arm free, parried his blow with her left arm, shifted her weight to her right foot and then put her body into a blow. She hit David cleanly in the neck. It was a move she had practiced with Anton often, designed to quickly disable an attacker.
His hyoid bone made a discernable “crunch” as it collapsed beneath the powerful punch. A “lucky” direct hit.
David fell to his knees, gasping for air. Melody dropped beside him, as Anton arrived behind her.
“Oh, my God David, I’m sorry. Just breathe. Take deep breaths. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Mel watched as David fell forward, holding his weight with one hand, while grasping his neck with the other, desperate for air.
“Are you alright?” Anton’s voice was breathless as he pulled Mel to her feet.
“Oh my God, Anton, help him!” Mel pleaded and knelt down again next to David.
Anton quickly felt the neck of the wheezing David. “You’ve broken his hyoid and crushed his windpipe. He will die.” Anton’s resigned tone was surprisingly calm.
“We have to call 911!” Mel pleaded, taking out her phone.
“No, it is too late.” Anton said, grabbing the phone from her hand. “He will be dead in seconds.”
Mel sat helpless and in shock as the two of them watched David take his last breaths, his body go limp. Melody was a mess of shock and dismay. She couldn’t fully grasp what she had just witnessed.
“Oh, David,” she whispered, covering her mouth.
Anton grasped her by both shoulders, forcing her to focus on his face. “Think, Melody,” he said in his thick Romanian accent,”did you tell anyone you were meeting David today? Anyone where you were going?”
“What?” Melody was confused.
“I need to know if anyone knew you would be here today. We don’t have time for me to explain, just tell me.” Anton shook her.
“No…I…I don’t think so.” Melody said.
“Go now, you can see my SUV parked over there,” he pointed, “in the back is a rope. Go get it.”
Melody just looked at him bewildered.
“The rope, Melody, get it now!” he commanded.