is now thoroughly frightened and angered, and she's not troubling to hide her feelings. She wails louder than I have ever heard her cry before! Thank God! I have never heard such a sweet sound!
I'm crying myself as I run up to my brother-in-law, who gives Lizzie to me. Marcus is also crying. He runs up to the two of us and enfolds us in his big arms.
"Johanna, Lizzie, I'm so sorry! I didn't know she was in the studio! I didn't want to wake Lizzie - I was arguing with a client who wanted more than what he'd paid me for!"
"Marcus. Marcus! It's okay, luv. I know you'd never intentionally put her in harm's way. I'm not angry at you. I'm angry at...her!" I point to Cara with my chin, not wanting to use profanities around Lizzie. Because I feel the anger beginning to grow, I put Lizzie into Marcus' arms and I march straight up to Cara. I get straight into her face and give her holy hell. I'm right in that fat bitch's face, giving her everything I've got!
"I don't know who the fuck you are and, what's more, I don't give a flying damn! I saw you at the December concert, staring at my husband and I had the feeling back then that you were bad news. The police have talked to you, repeatedly, telling you to stay away from Marcus - and you've refused to do so! He fucking doesn't want anything to do with you, bitch! You forced us to leave our flat and hide out! Go to several thousand pounds of expense to make our house safer for us and our baby! And still, you continued to find and stalk us! Why! Come on! Tell me: Why?"
Cara is at a loss for words. I don't think she expected a wee thing like me to have any metaphorical balls of my own. Her mouth opens and closes like that of a fat fish and her eyes blink. Then,"I've always loved Marcus. Ever since secondary school, when I first met him. I always thought he was so hot. I intended to get him and make him mine - but he left town, I guess to start school. Then I found him again, when I read that he'd married you. I want him! He's...he's a beautiful-lookin' man. I've cleaned up since school...I think he'd like what he sees."
"You've 'cleaned up' since school? What did you look like back then?"
"I was fatter, but I've lost some weight since then. I've dyed my hair and I have body art."
My jaw drops. Now I am speechless!
"Cara. I don't remember you. Period. And, even if I were to remember you, I don't find you attractive in the slightest. If you've lost weight, you've either probably gained a good bit of it back - or you were much heavier than you are now. I'm going to tell you as bluntly as I know how: I don't find you attractive not because of the weight, but because you're just not my type. At all. You have no chance against my wife," says Marcus.
I hear what Cara, then Marcus has to say, then I am completely relieved. I look at my husband, seeing him rock and comfort our still-upset infant. Looking at Lizzie's would-be demented kidnapper, I unload on her just as several police cars converge on the studio.
"Anyone who would try to kidnap the baby of the man she claims to 'love' has no concept of that emotion. You're sick. And, despite that, I intend to do everything in my power to keep you behind bars, where you belong. Oh, and that goes for your weird-looking friend, too."
The police interview each of us and get our accounts of what happened. Because Cara has been warned several times to stay away from Marcus, the baby and me, she is arrested once again.
Before they put her in one of their cars, I approach the supervisor and speak to him.
"Officer, she's tried to get to my husband several times before. I don't want her released for anything! She tried to kidnap our baby!" I'm getting wound up again. Tim puts a hand on my shoulder to comfort me.
"Ma'am, we have a good, solid record of what this young woman has attempted to do. This is the most serious of her crimes, so she will not be given the opportunity to get out. I can't promise you definitely, but I can say that we will do
I'm crying myself as I run up to my brother-in-law, who gives Lizzie to me. Marcus is also crying. He runs up to the two of us and enfolds us in his big arms.
"Johanna, Lizzie, I'm so sorry! I didn't know she was in the studio! I didn't want to wake Lizzie - I was arguing with a client who wanted more than what he'd paid me for!"
"Marcus. Marcus! It's okay, luv. I know you'd never intentionally put her in harm's way. I'm not angry at you. I'm angry at...her!" I point to Cara with my chin, not wanting to use profanities around Lizzie. Because I feel the anger beginning to grow, I put Lizzie into Marcus' arms and I march straight up to Cara. I get straight into her face and give her holy hell. I'm right in that fat bitch's face, giving her everything I've got!
"I don't know who the fuck you are and, what's more, I don't give a flying damn! I saw you at the December concert, staring at my husband and I had the feeling back then that you were bad news. The police have talked to you, repeatedly, telling you to stay away from Marcus - and you've refused to do so! He fucking doesn't want anything to do with you, bitch! You forced us to leave our flat and hide out! Go to several thousand pounds of expense to make our house safer for us and our baby! And still, you continued to find and stalk us! Why! Come on! Tell me: Why?"
Cara is at a loss for words. I don't think she expected a wee thing like me to have any metaphorical balls of my own. Her mouth opens and closes like that of a fat fish and her eyes blink. Then,"I've always loved Marcus. Ever since secondary school, when I first met him. I always thought he was so hot. I intended to get him and make him mine - but he left town, I guess to start school. Then I found him again, when I read that he'd married you. I want him! He's...he's a beautiful-lookin' man. I've cleaned up since school...I think he'd like what he sees."
"You've 'cleaned up' since school? What did you look like back then?"
"I was fatter, but I've lost some weight since then. I've dyed my hair and I have body art."
My jaw drops. Now I am speechless!
"Cara. I don't remember you. Period. And, even if I were to remember you, I don't find you attractive in the slightest. If you've lost weight, you've either probably gained a good bit of it back - or you were much heavier than you are now. I'm going to tell you as bluntly as I know how: I don't find you attractive not because of the weight, but because you're just not my type. At all. You have no chance against my wife," says Marcus.
I hear what Cara, then Marcus has to say, then I am completely relieved. I look at my husband, seeing him rock and comfort our still-upset infant. Looking at Lizzie's would-be demented kidnapper, I unload on her just as several police cars converge on the studio.
"Anyone who would try to kidnap the baby of the man she claims to 'love' has no concept of that emotion. You're sick. And, despite that, I intend to do everything in my power to keep you behind bars, where you belong. Oh, and that goes for your weird-looking friend, too."
The police interview each of us and get our accounts of what happened. Because Cara has been warned several times to stay away from Marcus, the baby and me, she is arrested once again.
Before they put her in one of their cars, I approach the supervisor and speak to him.
"Officer, she's tried to get to my husband several times before. I don't want her released for anything! She tried to kidnap our baby!" I'm getting wound up again. Tim puts a hand on my shoulder to comfort me.
"Ma'am, we have a good, solid record of what this young woman has attempted to do. This is the most serious of her crimes, so she will not be given the opportunity to get out. I can't promise you definitely, but I can say that we will do
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