The Script - The Man Who Can't Be Moved

Rory perched on the steps of the mansion staring out into the driveway. She had spent a week in the mansion tucked in her bedroom - a place that was meant to be her solitude now her hell. She couldn't sleep at night knowing there were bodies once piled in there but she couldn't protest in fear that Gideon would not be pleased.

He slept soundly on her tiny bed, his feet dangling off the edge. He soothed her when her nightmares get too much, calm her panic attacks when they appear from nowhere and applied ointment onto her skin morning, afternoon and evening. He took care of her, playing his part as a good husband.

His actions were loved by her body but she won't let it blind her heart as long as her mind was clear - she could see pass the facade. He was no knight in shinning armour, he was the villain - her tormentor.

"Rory, come on." Gideon said, offering his hand from the bottom of the step.

She stood but before taking his hand, she asked, "What is going to happen to them?"

Her family, will they have a funeral?

"Nothing that you need to concern yourself with." He said, in a cold manner.

She turned her gaze to the floor, pursed her lips and took his hand. Don't be mad, don't be mad, she repeated in her head.

As if sensing her tension, Gideon tucked her into his chest, putting her into comforting embrace. Her heart was pure, she cared about them even if they didn't care about her.

"Your stepmother still has living relatives. They'll take care of the funeral." He whispered into her ear while tangling his fingers in her curls. "Don't worry about it."

She nodded obediently and climbed into the SUV with Gideon following behind.

They drove to the airport and into the private runway where his jet sat waiting. Gideon was busy fidgeting with his phone, catching up on work he had missed. Their little break had halted his activities, pushing back meeting with his clients and overseeing the manufacture of his products.

He had a lot to catch up on.

"Where are we going?" She asked him. They were sat next to each other with her head resting on his arm.

"Singapore." He replied, fastening his seatbelt and hers too.

She bite her lip to hide her disappointment. She was hoping to fly back to Colombia and begged Luci for more birth control pills. Hers were gone but she swore she had packed them before she left for Greece.

At least her period came this month, settling any anxiety.

The plane took off, heading for Singapore. She glanced between Sebastian and Gideon, they were both working diligently on their own laptops, brows furrowed in deep concentration. Not knowing what to do, she curled into the corner wrapped in a fleece blanket, thinking.

However, all she could think about were the bodies, the blood and the lives lost because of her stupidity. She could see Henry, feel his cold body under her fingers. He had a life he couldn't live, a future he didn't make it to. Her little brother didn't get a chance to live.

Rory's bottom lip trembled, a tear sliding down her cheeks.

Gideon, hearing her sniffles, glanced over. She had fallen asleep a few hours into the trip. Her head was resting on her knees, tilted to one side. He failed to know how she could sleep comfortably like that. Thus, he lifted her from the seat and carried her to the bedroom, tucking her in.

It was barely ten minutes that he left her in there that she started screaming. A bloodcurdling scream that snapped through the silence onboard, startling everyone on the plane.

He bolted from his seat and entered the bedroom to find her on her side, crying. Her face was twisted in pain while buckets of tears streaming down her face. Her fingers, he noticed, were clawing at her neck and down to her collarbone.

"Please!" She screamed, "no more, please no more!"

His chest heaved at her suffering. He hurried to her, pulling her hands from her neck and settling at her side. Cupping her face, he brought it down to rest against his shoulders as he lowly hummed to her.

"It's alright, mi teroso." He whispered, "wake up now it's just a bad dream."

Rory peeled her eyes opened and glanced around. This wasn't her bedroom where she was bound to her bedpost surrounded by a sea of dead bodies wearing familiar faces. No, she was on a plane flying to Singapore in the arms of the man that caused her nightmares.

Ironically, the man that had tormented her was the one that could soothed her restlessness. The motions he was gently rubbing her body with was helping the calmness to settle over her. Her cries hiccupped into a halt and she relaxed against his body to the sound of his humming. They sat together for moment, savouring each other's warm.

Once she was calm, Gideon pulled away and urged her to go back to sleep. However, Rory knew the moment she closed her eyes, the same nightmare was going to recur again in an endless, torturing loop. So, she didn't want to sleep, not if it meant she had to experience it all over again.

She laid on the bed listening to the sound of the turbulence and purr of the plane's engine. Don't fall asleep, don't fall asleep, she repeated to herself. But, her body didn't listen as if I had developed a mind of its own and became a separate entity within her. It chose to sleep, giving into its exhaustion.

Multiple times she was forced wake by Gideon from her nightmares and each time he held her until she was calm again. Though, she was determined to not let his sweet words blind her from his real self.

~*~

"Mrs Torres!" A feminine voice chimed, shaking her awake.

Rory fluttered open her eyes and observed her surroundings. She was in the backseat of a black G Wagon, facing a raven haired woman with pretty hazel almond eyes and light tan skin.

The last thing she remembered was aching from her wounds so Gideon had given her two painkillers and cup of chamomile tea that completely knocked her out for the rest of the flights.

They must've landed in Singapore now.

"I'm Vivian Chua, your caretaker." She introduced, helping a daze Rory out the car who yanked her arms back and stared cautiously at the woman. "I've worked for you husband before with his younger sister a few years back so I am a trusted friend." She reassured.

"Where is he?" Rory questioned, pressing her body close to the car.

"He is working." She answered. "Mr Torres has a lot of work to catch up on."

Rory bite her lip, unsure whether to trust this woman's word. For all she knew, she could've been kidnapped and this was all just a lie.

Vivian smiled sweetly and fished a phone out of her pocket. She dialled Gideon's number and his face popped up on the screen.

"What is it?"

"Mrs Torres is feeling an unease about her current situation." She informed, "I'll let you speak to her."

Rory took the phone from her and pursed her lips as she saw her husband's face on screen. Don't be angry, don't be angry! She repeated.

"Hi, baby." He cooed. "Vivian is loyal to me." He said, "I've hired her to take all of your needs in my absence." His face softened, tilting to the side. "But, if you still feel unease, I'll come to the penthouse right now."

She bite her lip to stop it trembling. She didn't want to be alone especially in a foreign country with people she didn't now. Her eyes darted between Vivian and the driver in the driver's seat who was waiting patiently the entire time for her to leave.

Suddenly, a massive wave of panic washed over her causing her to lose her breath and her ability to control her body. Vivian's and Gideon's mouths were moving but noise came out. The phone slips from her hand as sweat gathered profusely on her palm while everything around turned fuzzy. She slide to the the tarmac, up against the thick wheels of the car and shivered.

"Mrs Torres!" Vivian called out in a calm and soothing voice. "take deep breathes, in and out."

She did as she was instructed and it wasn't working. Her muscles were so tensed she couldn't relax. Aches and pains dispersed into each corner of her body, cutting through her skin like a knife.

"Your husband is on his way." Vivian murmured, her brown eyes softening.

Her statement provided no comfort. Gideon did this, he was responsible for her suffering. She was too scared to sleep because he killed her family and left her with their bodies. He has her mother locked up somewhere and threatened to hurt her if she didn't obey him.

He was the cause of her anxiety, cause of her pain and suffering. Yet, the moment he appeared before her, pushing Vivian to the side, her heart calmed and her tensed muscles relaxed. The moment he pulled her close to his chest and hummed lowly, her body melted into him, carving a Rory dent shape into his body.

"Mi teroso" He hummed, cupping her face and planted a slow kiss to her lips. "Let's take you to bed."

~*~

Vivian stayed by Rory's side the entire night, perched on a chair she had pulled up beside the bed. Gideon had left after helping her fresh up and tucking her into bed. He had watched her fall asleep before slipping away.

His business could not wait any longer and he cannot abandon an empire he had built over a decade.

For several days, Vivian did not sleep at night. Rory almost always woke up in night sweats, screaming at the top of her lungs from a nightmare she won't talk about.

She observed how Gideon's wife and his sister were so different from each other despite having almost identical experiences.

Luciana, when she was brought to Singapore, slept soundly, completely free of night terrors. Though, for a while she had an emotionless expression on her face - she never smile, laugh nor cried for a period. She would sit blankly on her bed, waiting for her food and medication.

Eventually, Vivian recalled, the girl did break - bursting into tears at the news of her pregnancy.

"Vivian," Rory said groggily, turning to face her. "What time is it?"

"It's 4am." She answered, moving to sit by her side. "What is the matter?"

"I don't feel good." She paled. "Can I have some water?"

Nodding, Vivian handed her the glass of water on the nightstand. Lifting the glass to her lips and smiled contently as she drank it down and quenched her thirst. Then, the moment the glass leaves her lips, Rory leaned over to the side and spilled the food she ate last night onto the floor.

All morning Rory had her head either in the kitchen sink or in the toilet. Once again she had been unable to keep her food and water down. Something Vivian had witness countless of times.

She knocked on the bathroom door to find the girl leaning against the toilet, exhausted from her throwing up. Her face was ghostly pale, green eyes framed by black bags and sweat forced her hair to cling to her face.

"How are you feeling?" She asked, kneeling beside her.

"Better." Rory said, forcing a weak smile. "I think I ate too much last night."

Her smile brightens at the memories of all the food Vivian had brought to her. She stuffed her face with several main dishes and even convinced herself she had room for dessert - she clearly didn't.

"Here," Vivian handed her a box.

Confused, she flipped the box over and inhale sharply at the packaging. A pregnancy test.

"I'm not pregnant." She deadpanned.

"It's only to be certain."

She swallowed nervously, feeling sweat soaking her palms, "We've only be married for a couple of months and I have taken emergency contraceptive each time we had sex."

"It's not a 100% effective." Vivian sighed, "I'm just taking precautions. Some of the medications I have to give you may not be suited for pregnant women."

"There's nothing wrong with me." Rory protested, her eyes glazing over. "I don't need any medication. There is nothing wrong with me."

"Mrs Torres, you're showing signs of severe insomnia and anxiety." Vivian rested a palm on her shoulder, she was not the first patient to deny help and won't be the last. Vivian urged her with an encouraging look, "Just pee on the stick."

Biting her tongue, Rory nodded and was left alone with the test in her. She didn't want to do it. What if she had a result she didn't want to see? If it were positive, she would be tied to Gideon for forever. She'd brought another version of him into the world.

It was cruel.

5 minutes she stay in silence on the cold tiles, resting her back against the cabinets. The test was face down in front of her, practically taunting her as it prepared the results.

A knock on the door startled her and she clasp her palm over her mouth to stop the frighten shriek.

"Are you okay?" Vivian asked. She had been pacing for ages now.

"Yes!"

"What are the results?"

Rory swallowed the lump in her throat, tearing her eyes from the door. It was now or never.

With trembling hands, she picked up the test and turned it over. It was as if the world had stopped spinning, remaining as still as she was. Rory stared at the letters on the digital screen and let out a muffle cry over her hand.

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