Not One, But Two!

Chapter 2

Greg had never been as humiliated as when his stark-naked self was hoisted off the damp ground of an alleyway and into an idling ambulance that would later transport him to the downtown hospital. As far as he was concerned, his reputation as a man was completely ruined.

His assistant, Troy, was presently standing next to his bed in the hospital room and staring at the hand imprint on his face. Troy couldn't help but shudder when he felt Greg's icy gaze fix upon him.

"Did you find her?" Greg asked, enunciating his words through gritted teeth. The audacity of that woman! I can't believe she screwed me over and then had the nerve to slap me!

No one had dared lay a hand on Greg since the day he was born, but that woman clearly did not get the memo. Much to his chagrin, she had even delivered her slap with full force. The air in the hospital room suddenly grew still and cold, and if Abigail were there at the moment, she could very well be shredded alive.

Troy shivered and quickly answered, "We've retrieved all the camera footage in the area, but it was too dark for us to make out anything other than a blurry figure; we couldn't get a proper glimpse of her face, either."

"Go look into it! I don't care if you have to flip over every pebble in Harrion as long as you track down this wretched woman!" In a fit of rage, Greg threw the mirror onto the floor and habitually touched his pinky, only to pause with a startled look on his face. He glanced down, and upon noticing his bare pinky, he demanded icily, "Where is my ring?"

Troy swallowed convulsively and stammered, "W-We don't know. It wasn't on your pinky when you were in the ambulance."

Perhaps the rage was getting to his head, for Greg let out a loud bark of incredulous laughter, though it only made him look all the more maniacal. "So she screwed me over and stole my stuff! Hah! Well-played! Very much well-played! If you don't track this woman down and bring her to me, all of you can start looking for burial plots!"

Troy jumped, and it was only through sheer willpower did he not collapse on the spot out of fear. "I'll get to it right away!" He bolted from the hospital room as he said that, only to hear a loud crashing sound coming from somewhere behind him. He grimaced as he thought about what else Greg had broken.

her way home until after she had found a phone, called 911, and watched Greg

each step,

the last few years was now destroyed, and the unexpected incident of last night had left her no

off the damp ground of an alleyway and into an idling ambulance that would later transport him to the downtown hospital. As far as he was concerned, his reputation as a man was

door and kicked it open. She didn't care that it was only 5.00AM and that the rest of her family was still asleep. Without

Emma registered the hysterical woman in front of her and let out a shriek. "Murder!

in

as he stood at the bedroom doorway, sounding

immediately rushed across the room when she saw Abigail plummeting Emma senseless. She grabbed Abigail

did last night?" Abigail's gaze was smoldering black as she stared at Emma mutinously. She had to force back her tears, though her body was crying out in protest after the ordeal it had been through last

and screamed, "I didn't do anything! What did I do? You told me to go home after you decided I was getting in your way with the men at the bar, and I thought you came home too. I didn't think you'd stay out all night and then lash out at me

reason I went to

the bar, and she instantly began to make up stories to turn the narrative against Abigail. "So you're just going to deny it? Look at the state of you! Your collar is all ripped, and you're sporting those disgusting lovebites all over your neck. Come on, Abbie, you're crossing so many

this, Abigail thought the rage would consume her whole. "I'll tear that mouth right off your face, you lying skank!" Without another word, she pounced

only to be stunned by the man standing behind her. "Jonathan? When