Page 54 of Forever Mine

I had to look fucking ridiculous, but the doctor didn’t seem to notice. His expression turned hungry and he took a step toward me. I stumbled back before I even realized what I was doing.

That seemed to shake him out of whatever that was, and he blinked a couple times before grabbing the cuffs. This time he cuffed me behind my back. Fuck, I should’ve tried to make my move then.

“You know they make clothes like this to fit men right? Unless this was another thing you didn’t have time to be prepared for?”

Dr. Kiley seemed genuinely confused, “Why would I do that?”

There was no point in arguing with him. I hoped to be out of here sooner rather than later, anyway.

“You can kneel here while I eat.”

I glared but obeyed. The gun was right there. I needed to pick my battles.

While Dr. Kiley ate, he turned on the TV which was on a local news station.

“Chaos ensued at St. Mary’s Memorial Hospital today when a doctor was accused of kidnapping two people today.”

The doctor froze and I perked up, sitting up on my knees so I could see.

“Today at approximately 7:45 a.m., police were made aware of an incident at St. Mary’s Memorial when allegedly a Dr. Mitchell Kiley took a nurse and another man from the hospital against their will.”

I looked at Dr. Kiley. He white-knuckled his wine glass as he bore a hole into the TV. His whole body was shaking with rage. He clearly didn’t expect that.

Honestly, neither did I. With the way the cops handled our police report, I didn’t know if they’d even respond to my call. Then again, our getaway wasn’t inconspicuous, and there was plenty of surveillance in the hospital.

I didn’t know what to make of this though. Would this make things better or worse?

I was jarred out of my thoughts when my picture popped up on the screen. It was my hospital ID picture, which really? They didn’t have a better one to show? “Surveillance video shows thirty-five-year-old Dakota Kelly approaching Dr. Kiley at his vehicle at 7:40 a.m. this morning. Dr. Kiley then pointed a gun at him and forced him into the car before exiting the lot.”

Dr. Kiley still didn’t move. I expected him to shut it off or start raging or something. Instead, he stayed still as he listened to the report.

“Mr. Kelly had recently filed several reports with the police department regarding a potential stalker. The police declined to provide further comment on it, and details are unknown on the incidents that led to the police reports. Also believed to be taken by Dr. Kiley is twenty-five-year-old Jaylin Parks.”

Jay’s picture popped up on the screen. Unlike mine, this was a personal picture, probably provided by Beckett, since he was clearly the other guy that was blurred out. It was from the day they signed the lease on their apartment, both of them grinning and Jay was dangling a key from his finger. “Mr. Parks is the boyfriend of Mr. Kelly. He was last seen on surveillance video following Dr. Kiley down a hallway before disappearing down a hallway where the cameras were not working. Minutes later, Dr. Kiley was seen heading to his car, dragging a body bag behind him. The hospital has declined comment on how this couldhave happened. This is still an active investigation and police are asking for any information. If you see anything suspicious, please call the number below.”

Dr. Kiley shut the TV off and abruptly stood up. I braced myself, but he walked right past me, gun in his hand, and down the hallway I still hadn’t been in. He took the gun, but on the table was the set of keys. Holy fuck.

As quietly as I could, I stood. The damn chain only let me reach the end of the table, and with my hands cuffed behind my back I had no reach. With my eyes on the hallway, I hooked my foot on the leg of the table and dragged it forward. The dragging sound was so fucking loud, causing me to wince. I froze and waited but Dr. Kiley didn’t come back. Attempting to be quieter I continued to pull the table closer to me, inch by excruciating inch. I couldn’t risk it anymore. It was taking way too fucking long. I stretched out as far as the damn chain allowed me. It was pressing against my throat in a painful way, but I ignored it. As quietly as I could manage, I lifted my leg onto the table and kicked the keys onto the floor with an ungodly loudclang.

“Fuck.”

Jay stirred, groaning quietly. But Dr. Kiley still didn’t come out. Did he fucking leave us here? No way would we bethat lucky.

Jay moved again. “Shh, Jay. We’re gonna get out of here.” I had no idea if he heard me.

Since we seemed safe for the moment, I grabbed the keys with my foot, pulling them a little closer to me, and then knelt again.

Movies made the next part seem so much easier than it really was. It took me way too long to even pick up the damn keys, and then even longer to figure out how to unlock the cuffs, dropping them several times. By the time I finally heard the snick of thelock, I could hear Dr, Kiley moving around and muttering to himself.

I looked over at Jay, fucking shocked to see his hands free, and he was trying to wiggle out of the leather straps. He still looked dazed but he met my eyes with so much strength and determination. I didn’t have time to figure out the collar. I had just sprinted into the kitchen, grabbed the bottle of wine, and got back on my knees with the bottle hidden behind me when Dr. Kiley came back, a duffle bag over his shoulder.

“None of this is going as it was supposed to. This isn’t right. Not right.” He put the duffle bag on the table, right next to the gun. “This wasn’t the plan.” He still hadn’t glanced at Jay or me.

Dr. Kiley froze, frowning at the table that was now slanted on an angle. Fuck. “What happened?”

I didn’t answer. Dr. Kiley stomped toward me. “I said, what happened? I expect you to answer me when I speak to you.” He reached for my collar.

I didn’t hesitate. I swung the fucking bottle as hard as I could at his head. It hit him with a sickening thud but didn’t break. He fell back but was still conscious. I swung again. This time the bottle broke and Dr. Kiley collapsed. I grabbed the ring of keys.

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