Fiction: Ginny and James. A Love Long Lost
It’s been a while since I’ve published any fiction. My head has still been full of Saltlake and any other ideas and writings have predictably followed in that vein. Until one night, tossing and turning in bed I decided to sit up and write. It was 1am and I couldn’t sleep. So I wrote a heartfelt post. Then I wrote this one. It didn’t start out this way, nothing new there and the ending took a completely different turn to my original direction. As always I hope you enjoy reading A Love Long Lost (totally struggled to come up with a good name for this one sorry!) and constructive feedback is always welcome!
Ginny and James. A Love Long Lost.
Reaching her arm gingerly in front of her Ginny tentatively grasped for something anything around her. Her eyes burned and she knew she needed to keep them closed despite the tears stinging the cuts as they rolled down her cheeks.
She could taste the metallic flavour of her blood as it seeped into her mouth. But she daren’t look she couldn’t. The pungent aroma of burning still permeated the air around her and her intuition told her now was not a good time to inspect the damage.
A snap shocked her body frozen. Ginny couldn’t breathe as she turned her head to see where it was coming from. “Hello” came the whisper. Voice shaky but undeniably female. “Are you ok? Are you alive?” “Oh god please be alive” the voice pleaded. Ginny couldn’t quite work out who the voice was talking to her or itself.
But she remained frozen in position. Hand raised slightly above her head. Face down and legs splayed from the fall. At least she thinks she fell. And quite possibly one if not both of her legs were broken. She wasn’t quite sure as Ginny hadn’t tried to move them yet.
The voice quietened next to her and gave way to not so silent sobs. “Oh great” thought Ginny he’s going to hear. He. She thought he. There was a he. The cloud of confusion began to clear from her brain as the events of the past 24 hours started to come back to piece by piece. Like a flashback from a horror movie. Only this wasn’t a movie this was her life and we all knew what happened to the people who screamed.
He would hear the girl then realise Ginny wasn’t dead like she wanted him to think. She needed him to think she was dead. Then this would all be over. But the sobbing girl wouldn’t quieten down. Shhh, Ginny willed pleading inside her head. Please be quiet. But the girl didn’t stop.
Just ignore her Ginny thought. Pretend she’s not here and just think of a way out. But Ginny had no idea where she was or how she got here. The journey was in the dark at night and there were no windows in the back of the van. But she didn’t remember the other girl being here or how long they had been driving for.
Think Ginny think she chided herself. You need to figure this out. She tried it relax her mind as the jigsaw pieces came together to give her a clearer picture of where she was.
The smell of petrol seeped into her nostrils as she came to a bit more. Was she lying in it? Where was it coming from? No, she wasn’t covered in it but the source was close. Very close. She pricked her ears to tune out the sobbing from her unwitting roommate and strained to hear any other sounds. A car. In the distance but there was a car all the same. Could she be in a garage? That would account for the unbearable chemical stench now making her gag as it clung to her ginger hair now matted in blood and who knows what else.
Then suddenly her blood turned cold. She froze as a trickling feeling worked its way down her body. As it reached every part of her being inch by inch pore by pore Ginny felt the pain. Searing excruciating pain ripping through her body and threatening to rip her apart. Ginny released a scream so tribal she roared and growled as it spat its way from her mouth. Filled with hate and anger and an unimaginable pain. Ginny wanted to die right now. What had he done to her?
She needed to go. Escape be free from whatever hell this was. But as she writhed around the floor in agony, now uncaring of the sobbing hysterical girl lying somewhere in the room, she became aware of her limbs. 4 of them still attached and thankfully not broken despite the pain. But something else was wrong. Really wrong. Why were there chains around her ankles and where did they go?
Her body convulsed as the pain climaxed and shook Ginny physically through the pool of blood in which she lay. And then as suddenly as it came the pain stopped. Ginny sunk to the floor broken, exhausted, relieved and completely refreshed.
She opened her eyes and focuses on the one solitary beam of light that had found its way through the blackened windows of her cage. Her head swivelled as she fought to see where it was coming from and drank it in.
Slowly she retrained her eyes as she rolled over to her back and tried to levy herself to a sitting position. Once up she located the chains and surveyed the damage around her. She blinked through the blood on her face and slowly brought her hands to her eyes to see where the blood was coming from. She was relieved to see it wasn’t hers.
But who did it belong to? Scanning the room her eyes followed the beam of light to a chair at the end of the room. It was him. He was still there and his eyes were locked completely on her as his hands held the silver revolver she saw in her flashbacks.
A smirk appeared on her lip as she met his eyes and a low growl gave way to snarl as they locked onto each other.
“Hello, Ginny,” his southern accent drawled as its echo bounced off the walls before it reached her. “Why hello James it’s mighty fine to see you again” she replied mimicking his drawl.
“The girl is fine” he informed her. Not once moving his steel blue eyes from hers. His resolve was strong and he wouldn’t be fooled by this red haired temptress of the devil again.
“I know what you are” he warned her. “You will not leave here again. This will be your final resting place.”
“Please, child” laughed Ginny, “you think these chains can hold me? Do you really know what I am boy? Are you sure about that?” She mocked. “We’ve held you unconscious for 24 hours now Ginny or should I say Ginora, that is your real name, isn’t it? Killing you won’t be a problem.”
Oh, my thought Ginny we do have a wild one here don’t we. James reminded her of the young boy who captured her heart on the summer of ’49. The same curl in his blond hair and the same blue eyes that could pierce your soul. James was a carbon copy of him. Not that Ginny had a soul anymore but she wouldn’t be defeated. Not back then. Not now, not ever.
Ginny closed her eyes and at once she was free of her shackles and face to face with James. She traced her finger through the freckles on his cheek as he held his breath waiting for her next move. But Ginny wasn’t going to kill him just yet that would be too easy she thought as she blew him a kiss and disappeared into the ether.
Until next time my love she whispered, until next time.