Dexter
One week later
Somehow, we made it back, but I’m not sure I will ever shake the memory of what happened. The journey home is a silent one, as we all deal with it in our own way.
I’m pretty certain I’m not the only one who was shocked beyond belief by a wedding I will never forget and as I make my silent journey home, all I can think of is Holly.
I wanted to call her so many times, but phones are banned on Andromeda for a very good reason.
Now it’s the most important thing in my life right now to hold her in my arms and make it better.
As soon as we land, I take out my phone and turn it on for the first time in a week and, as expected, the messages take some time to come through.
I can’t begin to deal with them now and immediately look for the tracker to locate the only person I want to see right now and am happy to see she’s right where I left her.
The journey is short but still too long as I make my way to a woman who has surprised me. I want her. I think I even love her because for the first time since I lost my sister, I can see a future with someone. Holly. The woman I kidnapped, imprisoned, and made my slave. Now the tables have turned and none of that means shit anymore. I want a wife and I want it to be her.
I almost run into the apartment and call her name, hoping like crazy she’s not asleep already. I’m tired, emotional and weary and, for a man who likes to be in control, I’m losing it fast.
Opening every door in my penthouse, I am greeted with empty rooms and it doesn’t even look as if she’s slept here at all.
It’s only when I find the phone I gave her neatly stacked with the laptop and credit card, the penny drops. She’s gone. There isn’t even a note and there is not one trace left of the woman I have finally realized means more to me than anything.
Quickly, I call Sam.
“Holly’s gone, find her.”
“Have you checked her phone?”
“I’m not an idiot.”
“Just checking.”
He cuts the call and I feel the frustration tearing me up inside. She left. I can’t believe she actually did it. She left me.
I suppose, along with the shock of the past few days, this one hits me even harder. I was so certain she would be waiting for me. Welcome me home with open arms and happy tears as I pledge my undying love for her. That’s how messed up I am because this week has been an epiphany for me and I can’t believe she’s not here to share it.
I can’t concentrate on anything but her and completely ignore the messages that keep coming through. I check them in case its news of Holly, but angrily discard them if they’re not.
Sam calls and I seize the phone eagerly. “Have you found her?”
“The choppers on its way.”
Quickly, I race to the roof and see Sam already waiting and as the helicopter comes in to land, I wonder where she is. Media Corp perhaps, working to prove herself, I wouldn’t put it past her, but as we buckle up, Sam instructs the pilot to head for the Ranch.
On the way, he fills me in on what he knows and I just stare at him in horror as he shakes his head, looking worried.
I can’t even speak. I’m so shocked and yet I can only think of one thing I want right now and it’s feeling her in my arms.
Sam interrupts and says sympathetically, “Maisy left me a message to call her. I didn’t think it was urgent, so I parked it. I’m sorry.”
Scrolling through my own messages, I see several from her and Jason too and my heart sinks. Why am I such an idiot?
I open the first one and see the words dance before my eyes.
As soon as you land, make for the ranch.
She’s in a bad way, hurry.