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Lacey hurriedly walked towards the café, she glanced behind to see if Jim was following her; he wasn’t, he had his back to her and was talking on his mobile. As she got closer to the café, she heard a male voice calling her. Glancing down the side of the building, she was surprised to see Jack. “What do you want!” She snapped.

“Please, can we talk?” Jack looked at her with pleading eyes. “I need to know you’re going to be ok.”

“I don’t want to talk to you!” Lacey stared at him in disbelief. “You’ve done nothing but lie to me!”

“I didn’t like lying to you, but I had to!” Jack cried gripping his head in frustration. “I couldn’t tell you I was undercover, could I!”

“I know you couldn’t tell me who you were,” Lacey sighed. “But you’re married!”

“I know, but I’ve not shared a bed with my wife, for a long time,” Jack mumbled. “We were already on the rocks when I started undercover work.” He said looking her straight in the eyes. “I love you, not her.”

“Don’t you dare tell me you love me!” Lacey snarled pointing her finger at him.

“But I do love you!” Jack cried. “I left my wife the week after you disappeared.” Tears welled in his eyes. “I spent all my waking time searching for you; finding you was more important to me than anything else in my life.”

Lacey suspiciously stared at him. “You never mentioned, you and your wife had split when we were in the station earlier.”

“I’m not going to broadcast my personal life in front of everyone, am I!” Jack bellowed, throwing his hands in the air.

“Oh, so there were pigs listening to us?” Lacey sarcastically laughed shaking her head. “I fucking knew it!”

“That doesn’t matter now.” Jack held his hands together like he was praying. “For Christ’s sake Lacey, I just want you to believe how much I love you.”

“Why are you telling me this now?” Lacey mumbled rubbing her forehead with frustration. “It’s too late.”

“Will you give me a chance to give you a proper explanation?” Jack looked at her with pleading eyes. My cars around the back of the cafe; let’s go and have a coffee.”

“Why’s your car parked around the back?” Lacey curiously asked.

“You know I can’t be seen around here now.” Jack laughed holding his hand out to her. “Come on Lacey, we’ve been through so much together the past six months; if you don’t want a relationship, we could still be friends.” He half smiled.

Lacey felt sorry for him, he looked sad. “Ok,” She sighed walking down the side of the café towards him.

In the awkward silence, Jack drove Lacey into the city and parked outside a coffee shop. Lacey felt sick as she gazed out of the car window, wishing she’d kept to her plan and had gone to the cafe; she knew she and Jack would end up arguing about her time living with Evan. Jack exited the coffee shop and placed two white styrene cups on the tables in the seating area. Taking the sugar and little tubs of milk out of his jacket pocket, he poured them into the cups and stirred them.

Returning to the car, he passed her a drink and sat in silence staring at her.

Lacey sipped her coffee and rolled her eyes; she knew he was going to bring up her time with Evan. “What’s up with you now?”

“Do you know how much it’s killing me, knowing that you’ve slept with Evan?” he sighed.

“I don’t know how you can say that,” Lacey mumbled shaking her head. “You’re married.”

Jack went silent again; Lacey began to feel uncomfortable. “If you’re not gonna talk, you may as well take me back to the café; I’ve got things to do.”

“Like going back to Evan?” He growled.

“No, I’m not going back to Evan!” Lacey rubbed her face beginning to feel tired; she’d had no sleep all night. “I’m tired and I need to figure out what I’m gonna do with my life now.” She calmly said taking a sip of her coffee.

“Ok,” Jack said shuffling around on the seat to face her. “Just finish your drink and I’ll take you back. This was a bad idea wasn’t it.”

“Yeah,” She mumbled.

Once again, sitting in awkward silence as she drank her coffee; she didn’t know what to say to Jack anymore. Things were different now; they were both different people. Grimacing as she drank the bitter-tasting coffee as quickly as she could; her eyes began to feel heavy; she was hoping Margret would let her sleep on her sofa for a few hours when she returned to the café.

Jack placed his hand on Lacey’s shoulder and began to gently massage it. “What happened to you while you were in Evan’s house, did he hurt you?” he quietly spoke

Lacey could feel herself relaxing as she rolled her head on the back of the car seat and looked at him. “No.” She whispered.

Jack leaned forward and took the white styrene cup from her; he placed it in the cupholder and wrapped his arm around her waist. Her head began to spin; she was struggling to keep her eyes open.

“Don’t you love me anymore?” Jack quietly spoke, gently stroking her face.

Suddenly, Lacey felt something was wrong. “What have you done to me?” she whispered; her head dropped to one side as her eyes closed.

Jack started the car engine and began to drive. When Lacey had left the police station that morning, he’d stormed out and gone to his house, which was two streets away. Taking some sleeping tablets, he’d recently had from his doctor; he’d crushed some into a fine powder and drove to the café to wait for Lacey; she was a creature of habit, so, he knew she would go there. He was telling the truth about leaving his wife. Things had not been going well with them for a long time, and it had come to an end when his wife couldn’t take any more of his obsession with Lacey’s disappearance. When Jack heard that Lacey was living at Evan’s house, at first, he was genuinely frightened for her, but when he saw her shopping with Charlotte, she looked happy. The night he saw her out with Evan at the club, he raged with jealousy, and when she made him look a fool in the station by saying she’d never seen Evan with a gun, something snapped inside him.


When Jack arrived home; he carried Lacey into the house and lay her on his bed. He handcuffed her arms to the railings on the headboard, tied her legs to the bottom of the bed, gagged her, and returned to the station to write his reports.


Lacey slowly opened her eyes and tried to move but couldn’t. Feeling disorientated she tried to push out the cloth in her mouth with her tongue, but it wouldn’t budge. Staring across the room at the window, she could see the dull evening sky; the metal handcuffs dug into her wrists as she tried moving her arms from above her head. Wondering where the hell she was, she couldn’t hear any sounds and knew she was on her own. Feeling cold and thirsty as she looked around the plain white bedroom, there was men’s deodorant on the dressing table, a jacket hanging on the door and a large suitcase with men’s clothes piled on top. ‘Oh Jack, what have you done?’ she thought closing her eyes.

Her thoughts turned to Evan; she didn’t understand why he’d sent Jim to get her when she’d behaved so badly the night before. Was it to pay off another debt for his losses again, or to sell her online? Lacey knew Jim would have told Evan what she had said to him that morning and about her stealing his money. Would Evan have been angry enough to send him back out to look for her, or would he have given up on her; she didn’t know. If he had sent Jim out again to look for her, would he have gone to the café? When Jim found out she hadn’t been there, would he have bothered to look further out for her? Tears welled in her eyes. When she realized that she was in love with Evan, she could have told him but didn’t want to make a fool of herself. Maybe she could have stayed with him longer and he would have learned to love her back. Now she would never know; it was too late. Once again, she was on her own. No one would realize she’d been kidnapped.

As for Jack, she never saw what was coming with him. He was an undercover cop and married. Tears slowly fell down the sides of her face as she stared at the ceiling, she didn’t understand why Jack had done what he’d done and didn’t have a clue how it was going to end.

The sound of the front door opening snapped her out of her thoughts; she heard plates and cutlery clattering downstairs. Her heart began to painfully thud when she heard Jack making his way upstairs. “Hi,” Jack beamed entering the bedroom with a bottle of wine under his arm and carrying two plates of food. He placed them on the bedside cabinet and untied the gag. “I’ve bought us chow mein for dinner,” he said untying her legs. He unlocked one of the cuffs from her wrists, quickly moved her arms down, and clicked the cuff around his wrist.

“What are you doing!” Lacey cried glaring at him.

“I’m not giving you the chance to run,” he laughed.

“I need the toilet!” she cried sitting up.

“Come on then.” Jack laughed pulling her up off the bed. “I promise I won’t look.”

Lacey stepped back, yanking her cuffed arm backward. Jack stumbled forward, nearly falling on the floor. Quickly recovering his balance, he grabbed her and slammed her against the wall. “I’m warning you, don’t fucking wind me up!” He growled.

“Ok, Ok!” Lacey snapped turning her face away from him; he stunk of alcohol. “I’m desperate for the toilet!”  

After the awkward moment of going to the toilet while being handcuffed to Jack, he returned her to the bedroom and handcuffed one of her arms to the headboard. “Here,” he said placing a plate of chow mein on the bed. Lacey was tempted to throw it in his face, but she felt sick from having nothing to eat all day. Sitting in silence as she tried to eat, all Lacey could think about was Evan: the pain she felt knowing she may never see him again was unbearable. Anger raged inside but she knew she had to keep herself together, to deal with Jack. “What do you want from me?” she calmly asked.

“Look what I’ve got for us.” Jack grinned ignoring her question as he reached for the bottle of wine. “It’s our favorite.”

Lacey’s heart painfully thudded as she watched him open the wine and drink some from the bottle; it was the same cheap brand they used to drink when he was on the street with her. “Why are you doing this to me?” she asked a little louder.

“Because I want you to tell the truth about Evan Durber, and what you saw that night Champ was murdered.” He coldly said passing her the bottle.

Lacey’s heart thudded harder as she took the bottle from him and placed it on the bedside cabinet; she looked him straight in the eyes, “I didn’t see anything.”

“You fucking did!” Jack roared lunging at her. Her plate fell to the floor splashing her food over the carpet.

Lacey didn’t struggle as he pinned her down on the bed and straddled over her. Lying motionless, trying to keep her cool, she looked up at him. “No, I didn’t.” She calmly said.

“Do you love him?” Jack snarled; his face was close to hers. “Is that why you won’t say anything, because if that’s what it is, forget him, he doesn’t love you.” He sneered.

“I know he doesn’t love me.” Lacey half smiled, trying to fight back her tears.

“So why are you protecting him!” Jack bellowed gripping her face.

Realizing she was in a dangerous situation and couldn’t defend herself if Jack got more aggressive with her while she was handcuffed to the bed; she had to think quickly. “Because if I snitch on Evan, his men will come after me. Then how can we live in peace with that over our heads!” She cried.

“What do you mean by that?” Jack moved back feeling confused.

“You know what I mean,” Lacey sighed stroking his chest. “I’m not saying anything because I want to protect us.” She forced a gentle smile. “We can leave here together and start again without the fear of Evan or his men coming after us.”

“Do you mean that?” Jack suspiciously looked at her.

“Of course, I do,” She forced her smile wider. “There was no need to do this to me.” She said wriggling her hand that was cuffed to the bed. “We could have brought that coffee home with us and spent the day talking.” She quietly said, not wanting to bring up what she suspected; he’d drugged her.

“I’m sorry,” Jack half smiled, rubbing his face with both hands; not knowing if she was telling the truth. “I can’t uncuff you until I can trust you.”

“That’s ok, I understand.” Lacey smiled. “Now are you gonna pass me that bottle of wine, because I’m dying of thirst?”

“Ok,” Jack smiled moving off her, glancing at her food on the floor. “I’ll get another plate too and we can share my dinner.”

“Yeah,” Lacey laughed watching him leave the bedroom. “Just like the good old days.”

“Yeah,” he laughed rushing down the stairs.

Lacey puffed her cheeks, sighing with relief. Even though she was still handcuffed to the bed, she knew she was Jack’s weakness. All she had to do now, was get him to trust her, then she could escape.

Submitted: May 13, 2016

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Oh gosh! Noooooo! So terrible! I'm so sad for Evan!

Sat, May 14th, 2016 12:18am


isn't it just, they've known each other all their lives :)

Sat, May 14th, 2016 6:03am


Aww how sad that Jim passed away. Poor Evan

Sat, May 14th, 2016 5:41am


He's going to be lost without Jim

Sat, May 14th, 2016 6:06am


no jim I really liked him

Sat, May 14th, 2016 9:58am


He was a good friend to both of them and always the voice of reason, they are both going to be lost without him

Sat, May 14th, 2016 6:07am


no jim I really liked him

Sat, May 14th, 2016 9:58am


Oh noooo! I loved Jim's character! So sad!

Wed, June 29th, 2016 3:19pm


sorry, It upset me to write that :(

Wed, June 29th, 2016 12:01pm

Amy F. Turner

Awwww damn... this is so sad, but it is wonderful that they can comfort each other through it. I really like Jim. I hope they have a little boy and name him Jim.

Tue, February 21st, 2017 2:28am


Fuck, I'm sad too.

Fri, April 14th, 2017 6:34pm


Jim was always the voice of reason between Evan and Lacey, they will both be lost without him now :(

Sat, April 15th, 2017 10:45am

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