Holidays & Hostages
“Gwen!” I shouted at the top of my lungs. My heart raced so fast that I thought my chest might explode from the excitement of it all.
I could hear her running through the house, undoubtedly carrying her favorite weapon, coming toward me. With her natural grace, she kicked the door open and flew out aiming her gun at everything from the small apple tree in the front yard to the pink flamingos across the street.
“Where are they, who’s here?” she blurted, her eyes stll searching for the danger.
“No one,” I giggled, “I got you a present for the holiday.”
Gwen lowered her gun, “You got me a present? Is it a new cocktail dress? The last time you wore it, the seam began tearing.”
“No, its way better! It’s in the garage…” I said motioning toward the closed door as I bit my lip.
I held my breath as Gwen walked to the Jeep and used the opener. In my head, all I could hear was the original Star Trek theme as the door slowly swiveled up to reveal a man strapped to a chair with a bag over his head.
“Ta-Da!” I said, “I got it just for you! It took me two years to find it, but-oh, fuck it-happy birthday, Gwen.”
Gwen walked over and removed the bag. It was her first employer. The man that beat her trained her and raped her before disappearing. The bag dropped out of her hand as she spun and hugged me.
“Thank you, Henry,” she cried, “You don’t know how much I wanted this.”
“Only the best for you,” I replied wrapping my arms around her as the man’s eyes grew wide and he began wobbling in his chair. “Where do you want to bring him? Workshop? Wharf?”
“I think the icebox for now. I never thought I’d get him,” she said, turning to look at him, “He can stay in there while I figure out which of the things I’ve dreamt of I’m actually going to get to do. I’ve been waiting a long time for you.”