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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
12
Views:
2,597
Reviews:
24
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Chapter Three
Disclaimer: All characters in this story are mine.
Summary: Naomi Lewis, a young, expectant mother, witnesses a terrible crime. The murderer is hot on her trail. In a chance encounter, she meets Grey Holmes, a graphic novelist who she has to depend on to save her life. Everything is at stake.
Warnings: m/f, preg, angst, death, lemon
** Asterisks indicate thoughts
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Chapter Three
Detective Winslow had been kind and a little gruff, but Naomi found him pleasant nonetheless. He took her statement and the description of the man, as well as informing him that he had come to the hospital that afternoon looking for her. She told him that she and Grey had fled upon realizing that they had been followed.
Detective Winslow had reassured her that she was safe, and that they would find the man before morning. They would review the hospital security tapes and question some of the nurses that might have come in contact with the man.
As much as Naomi wanted to relax and believe that the man would not find her, she was at unease. She didn’t want to wait around and find out whether the man would discover her or not. Grey understood her worry, and had been a solid person in her need. He offered his place to stay at for the night, and she accepted.
Placing her bag in the trunk of his car, he drove to his house. They tried to converse, but it was evident Naomi was still quite nervous over the killer. He wanted to put her mind at ease, but it was difficult.
He showed her around his place. It was small, just like hers, but Grey had more things to fill his home with. Paintings and drawings seemed to clutter all free spaces. He was a little sheepish, but she had become fascinated when he told her that he had produced all the artwork. She was amazed.
“You did all of this? You’re an artist?” He shrugged.
“Well, yeah, kinda.”
He showed her the spare bedroom, and placed her lone bag on the bed. She thanked him repeatedly for offering her a place to stay. It just reinforced what she thought earlier in the day – people were always nice to expecting mothers. Later, when the sun began to set, they ate pizza and drank coke, and the sugar seemed to go right to the baby. When it came time for bed, Naomi lay in the dark, wondering when Sunshine would decide to stop doing doughnuts in her belly.
For all the excitement in the day, Naomi slept quite soundly. She felt oddly protected by Grey, who was just across the hall.
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Randy shoved the nurse’s body underneath the desk, grinning as he picked up Naomi’s medical file. The nurse had put up a good fight, but had not been a much of a match against the big, burly man. She had been resistant to die though, and it had pissed him off. She did finally succumb though, and he was able to look at Naomi’s file freely.
From scanning the file, he found her address and phone number, as well as information about her medical history. She was six months pregnant, the baby healthy. She kept good care of herself, so she wasn’t in the hospital often. The man who had visited her today was named Grey Holmes. There wasn’t an address or a phone number for him. No problem though. Those things were easily discovered. He closed the file and put it back in the cabinet, leaving the hospital. He had stolen some hospital garbs earlier in the evening, so he could walk around freely without being suspected.
He was going to kill that little bitch. He was going to cut her baby out of her stomach, and force her to watch as he strangled the infant. Yes, she was not going to die as easily as the people in the convenience store. He’d make her wish he’d found her and shot her then.
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Grey was sweet. He made Naomi pancakes for breakfast, and she was sure it was to keep her mind off of more troubling things. He had set breakfast up so it was ready for when she came down. She smiled and thanked him, and tried not to make it too obvious that she had a voracious appetite. After all, most of it was going to her baby. At least, that’s what she tried to convince herself when she felt like she was eating too much.
Over breakfast, Naomi came to know Grey a little better. He was a graphic novelist, and she owned some of his work. As much as she wasn’t a big comic book reader, she had purchased one and fell in love with the art and story. It just happened to be one that he had illustrated. She was very impressed.
He was 30, just like she had guessed, and lived by himself. He had lived in New York for most of his life, but had decided to leave the big city for a smaller one when it became too difficult to concentrate on his work.
Grey, in turn, had learned a little about Naomi. Aside from a stepmother she despised, she didn’t have any other relatives or friends close by. She was a songwriter, and had enough success so that it was her full-time job. It paid well enough so that she was able to support herself and her child.
He had asked about the baby as well. She told him a little about the father, and how he had left her early on in her pregnancy. Grey didn’t look impressed. He asked her if she knew the gender of the baby, and she said no. She wanted to discover the baby’s sex when she birthed it.
“So for now, I call the baby Sunshine, among other things.” She laughed. Grey found her delightful. She had amazing character, and for all that she had been through, she could keep herself in high spirits.
For being six months pregnant, Naomi was in amazing shape. She hadn’t gained much weight in any other area except her belly. He found her to be quite charming and attractive, with long blonde hair reaching just below her breasts, large caramel eyes, and pouty pink lips. She had a melodious voice, and slightly bronzed skin. She would make the perfect heroine in one of his illustrations.
When it was noon, Naomi asked Grey if they could stop by her home so she could pick up something she had forgotten. He happily obliged, and they talked more freely than the day before during the drive.
“So, where do you get all the ideas for your characters?” Naomi asked him. He smiled at her.
“Sometimes just from my imagination. Or sometimes I find interesting people, and I create characters based off their looks.”
“Am I an interesting person?” Naomi asked with a grin. Grey chuckled, a deep rumbling.
“Definitely. With all that’s happened within the last day, I could probably fashion a thrilling story, casting you as the lead.”
Naomi giggled slightly, imagining herself in comic book form, and the story based on recent events.
“Well, I’m sure you could make a damn scary story what I’ve been through within the last day.” Naomi did not feel as nervous as before, finding some reassurance in Detective Winslow’s words. He would not let her get hurt. They wanted to capture the murderer just as much as she wanted to hide from him.
They stopped at her house, and Naomi got out. Grey walked her to her door, and followed her into her house. Immediately, they both knew something was wrong. Her house was in complete disarray. The dishes were all broken, the furniture had been cut open, the stuffing scattered all along the floor. The lightbulbs had been smashed. Naomi’s heart leapt into her throat.
*He’s here…*
Grey stepped in front of her protectively.
“Let’s get out. Get to the car.” He said. Naomi didn’t need to be told twice. She hurried to his Toyota, screaming when a man ran at her from behind the shed.
“Grey!”
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Grey heard Naomi screaming his name, and he ran out of the house. He saw the man running towards Naomi, holding a wrench in his hand. Grey swore under his breath, and charged him. The man obviously didn’t expect to be body-checked into the shed. He dropped the wrench. In his need to kill Naomi, he had completely forgotten about Grey.
He pushed back into Grey, punching him in the gut, Grey doubling over. Naomi stood helplessly by the car, yelling Grey’s name. There was nothing she could do. The man kneed Grey in the face, and Grey fell to the ground. It appeared he was out cold. The man laughed maniacally, and started coming towards Naomi.
She felt like she was frozen in place. No matter how much she willed her legs to move, her joints had seized up. She watched him approach with terrified eyes.
“I’m gonna cut your kid right out of you, rip it right out. Then I’m going to kill you, you fucking bitch.” The man was so overcome with hate, he spit every word out. Behind him, Naomi saw Grey get slowly to his feet, and grab the wrench. She tried to keep her eyes on the man and not Grey, so the man wouldn’t know that Grey was holding the wrench above his head.
“You’re mine.” He said, giving Naomi a sinister grin. Her mouth was dry. Grey brought the wrench down on the man’s head. The burly man fell to the ground like a rag doll. Naomi was shaking.
Grey sidestepped the body and came towards Naomi, pulling her into a hug. He rubbed her back and stroked her hair. She clung to him.
“Let’s call the police.” He said, leading Naomi back into her home. He dialed the police station, telling them what had just occurred. Naomi watched him with a somber expression. She had fully expected that the murderer had been apprehended by now. They waited inside for the police, not daring to move anywhere before they arrived. They stood by the telephone in silence.
As sirens drew closer, Grey went to the kitchen window that overlooked the front yard.
“Shit!”
Naomi’s head snapped up immediately, and she walked over to Grey.
“What? What’s wrong?” She looked at him worriedly. He had a grim expression on his face.
“He’s not there.”
“What?”
“Look.” Naomi looked out the kitchen window towards the shed, where they had left the man’s body. He wasn’t there anymore.
“Oh my God.” She placed a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide.
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When the police arrived, they talked to both Grey and Naomi, taking their statements. There was blood where the man had been, so they at least had some DNA to identify the killer.
“What should we do?” Naomi asked Detective Winslow wearily. He tried his best to give her a warm look.
“I know this is trying, especially for a pregnant woman,”
*Don’t judge me*
“but you can’t stay in your home. It’s not safe. The killer could come back after we leave and try to finish the job. Is there anywhere else that you can stay?” Detective Winslow turned to Grey.
“Yes, of course. Don’t worry about us.” Grey offered, putting a hand on Naomi’s shoulder.
“Will you let us know the results of the DNA test?” Naomi asked hopefully. The Detective nodded.
“Of course. We’ll give you a name to match the face. We’ll be keeping an active lookout for him, he’s highly dangerous.”
*No kidding*
Eventually, the cops left around mid-afternoon. They had checked the surrounding area for the man, but he was no where to be found. Naomi could hardly believe that her neighbours didn’t see anything. If she didn’t have Grey with her, she’d be dead already. Dead, and no one would know.
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They had gone back to Grey’s home in the early evening, after spending the afternoon out getting groceries and stopping for lunch. Neither of them had quite the appetite they did before, but food was required if they wanted energy.
After much persistence, Grey allowed Naomi to get a better look at the bruise on his forehead. They sat at Grey’s kitchen table, a bag of ice and a cool cloth nearby. Naomi inspected his forehead, running her fingers lightly over the slightly discoloured skin. She held his face still with her other hand. He was fussing, and she scolded him several times for acting like a child. He slumped in his chair, staring off sullenly.
“Honestly, you’re acting like a baby.”
“I am not.”
“Oh puh-lease, I’m not hurting you.”
“Ow!”
“That didn’t hurt!”
“Yes it did!”
They continued on like that for several minutes, Naomi finally wrapping the small bag of ice in a cloth and settling in lightly on his forehead.
“We’d hate for your head to get even more swollen.”
“I’m NOT big-headed.”
Naomi was holding back laughter at Grey’s stubborn expression. Her twinkling eyes did not go unnoticed by him though, and after a short while, he grinned at her. She really was beautiful. She was tiny, he’d guess a foot shorter than his 6’2, and obviously strong. She’d need to be, with preparing to be a single mother, and the most recent events. As much as it was traumatizing, she was handling it well. He knew she couldn’t dwell too much on it, no matter how much her nerves were frazzled. She needed to be able to move on, for her well being, as well as her baby’s.
She was easily the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Finely sculpted eyebrows, large coffee-brown eyes, and dark, long lashes. Her hair colour looked to be a natural, sun-kissed blonde, as her eyebrows were only a few shades darker. The length of her face was balanced by her perfectly shaped patrician nose, and the fullness of her lips. She was stunning.
“Are you going to be ok?” He finally asked. Naomi blinked, not expecting the conversation to go in that direction. She nodded.
“I’m just trying not to think about it too much. When I get uptight, the baby can sense it. I don’t want to make my child distressed. I can handle this.” He believed her too. His mother used to tell him, ‘when it comes to children, mothers are like bears. They will do anything to protect their babies’. He supposed she was right, as he watched Naomi rub her belly unconsciously. She kept her thoughts straight because she didn’t want to cause her child any harm. He had to admire her.
After some small talk, and one last inspection of Grey’s head, they said their goodnights and went to bed. Naomi had trouble sleeping, so she passed the time talking to her stomach, the baby kicking in response.
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A/N: Thanks for the reviews! More to come soon!
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Summary: Naomi Lewis, a young, expectant mother, witnesses a terrible crime. The murderer is hot on her trail. In a chance encounter, she meets Grey Holmes, a graphic novelist who she has to depend on to save her life. Everything is at stake.
Warnings: m/f, preg, angst, death, lemon
** Asterisks indicate thoughts
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Detective Winslow had been kind and a little gruff, but Naomi found him pleasant nonetheless. He took her statement and the description of the man, as well as informing him that he had come to the hospital that afternoon looking for her. She told him that she and Grey had fled upon realizing that they had been followed.
Detective Winslow had reassured her that she was safe, and that they would find the man before morning. They would review the hospital security tapes and question some of the nurses that might have come in contact with the man.
As much as Naomi wanted to relax and believe that the man would not find her, she was at unease. She didn’t want to wait around and find out whether the man would discover her or not. Grey understood her worry, and had been a solid person in her need. He offered his place to stay at for the night, and she accepted.
Placing her bag in the trunk of his car, he drove to his house. They tried to converse, but it was evident Naomi was still quite nervous over the killer. He wanted to put her mind at ease, but it was difficult.
He showed her around his place. It was small, just like hers, but Grey had more things to fill his home with. Paintings and drawings seemed to clutter all free spaces. He was a little sheepish, but she had become fascinated when he told her that he had produced all the artwork. She was amazed.
“You did all of this? You’re an artist?” He shrugged.
“Well, yeah, kinda.”
He showed her the spare bedroom, and placed her lone bag on the bed. She thanked him repeatedly for offering her a place to stay. It just reinforced what she thought earlier in the day – people were always nice to expecting mothers. Later, when the sun began to set, they ate pizza and drank coke, and the sugar seemed to go right to the baby. When it came time for bed, Naomi lay in the dark, wondering when Sunshine would decide to stop doing doughnuts in her belly.
For all the excitement in the day, Naomi slept quite soundly. She felt oddly protected by Grey, who was just across the hall.
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Randy shoved the nurse’s body underneath the desk, grinning as he picked up Naomi’s medical file. The nurse had put up a good fight, but had not been a much of a match against the big, burly man. She had been resistant to die though, and it had pissed him off. She did finally succumb though, and he was able to look at Naomi’s file freely.
From scanning the file, he found her address and phone number, as well as information about her medical history. She was six months pregnant, the baby healthy. She kept good care of herself, so she wasn’t in the hospital often. The man who had visited her today was named Grey Holmes. There wasn’t an address or a phone number for him. No problem though. Those things were easily discovered. He closed the file and put it back in the cabinet, leaving the hospital. He had stolen some hospital garbs earlier in the evening, so he could walk around freely without being suspected.
He was going to kill that little bitch. He was going to cut her baby out of her stomach, and force her to watch as he strangled the infant. Yes, she was not going to die as easily as the people in the convenience store. He’d make her wish he’d found her and shot her then.
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Grey was sweet. He made Naomi pancakes for breakfast, and she was sure it was to keep her mind off of more troubling things. He had set breakfast up so it was ready for when she came down. She smiled and thanked him, and tried not to make it too obvious that she had a voracious appetite. After all, most of it was going to her baby. At least, that’s what she tried to convince herself when she felt like she was eating too much.
Over breakfast, Naomi came to know Grey a little better. He was a graphic novelist, and she owned some of his work. As much as she wasn’t a big comic book reader, she had purchased one and fell in love with the art and story. It just happened to be one that he had illustrated. She was very impressed.
He was 30, just like she had guessed, and lived by himself. He had lived in New York for most of his life, but had decided to leave the big city for a smaller one when it became too difficult to concentrate on his work.
Grey, in turn, had learned a little about Naomi. Aside from a stepmother she despised, she didn’t have any other relatives or friends close by. She was a songwriter, and had enough success so that it was her full-time job. It paid well enough so that she was able to support herself and her child.
He had asked about the baby as well. She told him a little about the father, and how he had left her early on in her pregnancy. Grey didn’t look impressed. He asked her if she knew the gender of the baby, and she said no. She wanted to discover the baby’s sex when she birthed it.
“So for now, I call the baby Sunshine, among other things.” She laughed. Grey found her delightful. She had amazing character, and for all that she had been through, she could keep herself in high spirits.
For being six months pregnant, Naomi was in amazing shape. She hadn’t gained much weight in any other area except her belly. He found her to be quite charming and attractive, with long blonde hair reaching just below her breasts, large caramel eyes, and pouty pink lips. She had a melodious voice, and slightly bronzed skin. She would make the perfect heroine in one of his illustrations.
When it was noon, Naomi asked Grey if they could stop by her home so she could pick up something she had forgotten. He happily obliged, and they talked more freely than the day before during the drive.
“So, where do you get all the ideas for your characters?” Naomi asked him. He smiled at her.
“Sometimes just from my imagination. Or sometimes I find interesting people, and I create characters based off their looks.”
“Am I an interesting person?” Naomi asked with a grin. Grey chuckled, a deep rumbling.
“Definitely. With all that’s happened within the last day, I could probably fashion a thrilling story, casting you as the lead.”
Naomi giggled slightly, imagining herself in comic book form, and the story based on recent events.
“Well, I’m sure you could make a damn scary story what I’ve been through within the last day.” Naomi did not feel as nervous as before, finding some reassurance in Detective Winslow’s words. He would not let her get hurt. They wanted to capture the murderer just as much as she wanted to hide from him.
They stopped at her house, and Naomi got out. Grey walked her to her door, and followed her into her house. Immediately, they both knew something was wrong. Her house was in complete disarray. The dishes were all broken, the furniture had been cut open, the stuffing scattered all along the floor. The lightbulbs had been smashed. Naomi’s heart leapt into her throat.
*He’s here…*
Grey stepped in front of her protectively.
“Let’s get out. Get to the car.” He said. Naomi didn’t need to be told twice. She hurried to his Toyota, screaming when a man ran at her from behind the shed.
“Grey!”
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Grey heard Naomi screaming his name, and he ran out of the house. He saw the man running towards Naomi, holding a wrench in his hand. Grey swore under his breath, and charged him. The man obviously didn’t expect to be body-checked into the shed. He dropped the wrench. In his need to kill Naomi, he had completely forgotten about Grey.
He pushed back into Grey, punching him in the gut, Grey doubling over. Naomi stood helplessly by the car, yelling Grey’s name. There was nothing she could do. The man kneed Grey in the face, and Grey fell to the ground. It appeared he was out cold. The man laughed maniacally, and started coming towards Naomi.
She felt like she was frozen in place. No matter how much she willed her legs to move, her joints had seized up. She watched him approach with terrified eyes.
“I’m gonna cut your kid right out of you, rip it right out. Then I’m going to kill you, you fucking bitch.” The man was so overcome with hate, he spit every word out. Behind him, Naomi saw Grey get slowly to his feet, and grab the wrench. She tried to keep her eyes on the man and not Grey, so the man wouldn’t know that Grey was holding the wrench above his head.
“You’re mine.” He said, giving Naomi a sinister grin. Her mouth was dry. Grey brought the wrench down on the man’s head. The burly man fell to the ground like a rag doll. Naomi was shaking.
Grey sidestepped the body and came towards Naomi, pulling her into a hug. He rubbed her back and stroked her hair. She clung to him.
“Let’s call the police.” He said, leading Naomi back into her home. He dialed the police station, telling them what had just occurred. Naomi watched him with a somber expression. She had fully expected that the murderer had been apprehended by now. They waited inside for the police, not daring to move anywhere before they arrived. They stood by the telephone in silence.
As sirens drew closer, Grey went to the kitchen window that overlooked the front yard.
“Shit!”
Naomi’s head snapped up immediately, and she walked over to Grey.
“What? What’s wrong?” She looked at him worriedly. He had a grim expression on his face.
“He’s not there.”
“What?”
“Look.” Naomi looked out the kitchen window towards the shed, where they had left the man’s body. He wasn’t there anymore.
“Oh my God.” She placed a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide.
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When the police arrived, they talked to both Grey and Naomi, taking their statements. There was blood where the man had been, so they at least had some DNA to identify the killer.
“What should we do?” Naomi asked Detective Winslow wearily. He tried his best to give her a warm look.
“I know this is trying, especially for a pregnant woman,”
*Don’t judge me*
“but you can’t stay in your home. It’s not safe. The killer could come back after we leave and try to finish the job. Is there anywhere else that you can stay?” Detective Winslow turned to Grey.
“Yes, of course. Don’t worry about us.” Grey offered, putting a hand on Naomi’s shoulder.
“Will you let us know the results of the DNA test?” Naomi asked hopefully. The Detective nodded.
“Of course. We’ll give you a name to match the face. We’ll be keeping an active lookout for him, he’s highly dangerous.”
*No kidding*
Eventually, the cops left around mid-afternoon. They had checked the surrounding area for the man, but he was no where to be found. Naomi could hardly believe that her neighbours didn’t see anything. If she didn’t have Grey with her, she’d be dead already. Dead, and no one would know.
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They had gone back to Grey’s home in the early evening, after spending the afternoon out getting groceries and stopping for lunch. Neither of them had quite the appetite they did before, but food was required if they wanted energy.
After much persistence, Grey allowed Naomi to get a better look at the bruise on his forehead. They sat at Grey’s kitchen table, a bag of ice and a cool cloth nearby. Naomi inspected his forehead, running her fingers lightly over the slightly discoloured skin. She held his face still with her other hand. He was fussing, and she scolded him several times for acting like a child. He slumped in his chair, staring off sullenly.
“Honestly, you’re acting like a baby.”
“I am not.”
“Oh puh-lease, I’m not hurting you.”
“Ow!”
“That didn’t hurt!”
“Yes it did!”
They continued on like that for several minutes, Naomi finally wrapping the small bag of ice in a cloth and settling in lightly on his forehead.
“We’d hate for your head to get even more swollen.”
“I’m NOT big-headed.”
Naomi was holding back laughter at Grey’s stubborn expression. Her twinkling eyes did not go unnoticed by him though, and after a short while, he grinned at her. She really was beautiful. She was tiny, he’d guess a foot shorter than his 6’2, and obviously strong. She’d need to be, with preparing to be a single mother, and the most recent events. As much as it was traumatizing, she was handling it well. He knew she couldn’t dwell too much on it, no matter how much her nerves were frazzled. She needed to be able to move on, for her well being, as well as her baby’s.
She was easily the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Finely sculpted eyebrows, large coffee-brown eyes, and dark, long lashes. Her hair colour looked to be a natural, sun-kissed blonde, as her eyebrows were only a few shades darker. The length of her face was balanced by her perfectly shaped patrician nose, and the fullness of her lips. She was stunning.
“Are you going to be ok?” He finally asked. Naomi blinked, not expecting the conversation to go in that direction. She nodded.
“I’m just trying not to think about it too much. When I get uptight, the baby can sense it. I don’t want to make my child distressed. I can handle this.” He believed her too. His mother used to tell him, ‘when it comes to children, mothers are like bears. They will do anything to protect their babies’. He supposed she was right, as he watched Naomi rub her belly unconsciously. She kept her thoughts straight because she didn’t want to cause her child any harm. He had to admire her.
After some small talk, and one last inspection of Grey’s head, they said their goodnights and went to bed. Naomi had trouble sleeping, so she passed the time talking to her stomach, the baby kicking in response.
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A/N: Thanks for the reviews! More to come soon!
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