Must Read: CONTROLLED [Completed] - Season 2 - Episode 9

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Must Read: CONTROLLED [Completed] - Season 2 - Episode 9

Ricky:
I lowered the phone from my ear, growing angrier
by the second. Walking out of the airport, I
signaled a taxi. It pulled over and I got in.
“Where to, mate?” he said in a thick British
accent. I looked down at my phone and decided to
track her by the GPS in her phone. I got the
location and looked at the driver.
“Park Plaza Hotel in Westminster Bridge, please,” I
told him. “Step on it.”
“Alright, mate.”

The ride there was quiet. I looked out the window
the whole time, gazing at the different buildings
and statues we passed. It was a busy city, by the
looks of all the people walking on the streets.
Most of them were either on cell phones or in a
hurry, and sometimes both. I was growing
impatient after ten minutes passed.
“How much longer,” I said, gritting my teeth.

“Chill out, mate. We’re here,” he said, stopping the
car. I looked up to a tall, glass building. The sun
reflecting off of it made it hard to stare at it for
long. I reached in my pocket and pulled out some
money, then handed it to him. I got out of the car
and slammed the door. It was warmer in London
than I thought. The heat would have been
unbearable had the wind not been blowing
heavily.

The building was bigger than I thought. A hundred
floor, easy. I ran inside and up to a man at the
front desk. My footsteps echoed in the empty
lobby, signaling my entrance. The man looked up
and smiled at me.

“Hello, sir. Can I help you?”
“Is there a Sophia Anderson here by any chance?”
I asked him quickly.

“Let me see…” he said, typing into his computer.
Moments later he looked back at me. “Yes, there
is. In room 279A on floor twenty-nine. Would you
like me to call her down?”

“No, thank you. I’ll find her myself.”
I ran over to the elevators and pressed the button
for up. When the door dinged and opened, I ran
inside, frantically pressing button twenty-nine. I
turned around the I felt the sun on my back,
shining in through the glass elevator. I could see
Big Ben and all of the other old building around it.

The view was incredible. But the view is the last
thing I should be worried about. All I wanted was
Sophie.

When the door opened I ran down the hallway,
gazing at the numbers to the rooms and not
finding hers. Finally finding hers, I pounded on the
door, calling her name.

“Sophie, open the door. Open the door right now!”
No answer.

“Sophie, open up now!”
No answer.

After pounding on the door for over five minutes, I
realized she wasn’t in there. A maid passed me and looked at me strangely. I couldn’t just wait
here outside her door. Someone would think
something is wrong. I didn’t want anyone to
know. I decided I would come back later when I
knew she would be here.
I went back to the lobby and approached the desk
once more.

“How much for a room? And what’s the closest I
can have to floor twenty-nine?” I asked him
impatiently. He typed some keys and clicked the
mouse a few times then looked back at me.
“We have one room available. It’s a single bed,
and it’s on the thirty-first floor.”

“I’ll take it,” I told him, handing him my card. He
swiped it and handed it back to me, along with a
hotel key.

“Here you go sir. I hope your stay is a good one.”

“Yeah, whatever, thanks,” I mumbled, walking
back to the elevators. I grew anxious, knowing I would see Sophie soon. I would forgive her for last
time. I knew she was just scared. She loves me… I know she does.

~

I waited in my room for over five hours, pacing
and staring out the huge glass windows coving
one side of the wall. The sun set and the bright,
shining moon rose high in the sky, and I knew it
was time to go to Sophie. She would be waiting
for me.

Walking out of my room, I made sure I had my
room key. I walked to the elevators and went
down to floor twenty-nine. There was a maid, the same one who passed me before, coming out of a room as I stepped out of the elevator. She looked
at me once then hurried down the hall, in the
opposite direction of Sophie’s room.
“Smart choice,” I whispered to myself, walking in the direction of Sophie’s room. I approached the door and knocked on it softly.
“Who is it?”

I sighed in relief as I head Sophie’s sweet voice on
the other side of the door. If she knew it was me, she wouldn’t open the door. I coughed, changing the tone of my voice.
“Room service.”
I waited at I heard her unlock the door. When she
opened it, she looked at me once and widened her
eyes in horror. She tried to close the door just as fast, but I held my foot in the doorway, stopping it
from closing. I pushed it open, making her fall to the floor. She tried to crawl away from me,
scrambling to get up. I closed the door behind me and locked it with all of the locks possible. When I
turned back around, the room was empty. I
walked in and peered down the hall to the
bedroom. The door was closed, and possibly
locked. Approaching the door, I knocked on the
door softly.

“Sophie. Open the door. Now,” I said firmly. I
heard muffled cries from the other side of the
door, and a low growl. D--n, I forgot about the
dog. “Sophie, I’m not going to hurt you. Now open
the door.”

“No…” I heard her cry. “I won’t.”
Growing angry, I pounded on the door. “Sophie if
you don’t open this door, I’m going to break it
down.”

I heard her cry more, knowing I probably scared
her. Trying to calm down, I spoke softer.
“I’m sorry Sophie. I didn’t mean to scare you. Now
please, just open the door.”
Putting my ear to the door, I heard her whispering
in the room. “He’s here. Please, help me.”
She was calling someone. I had no choice. I
slammed my shoulder against the door, again and
again. It finally broke in half, giving me entry into
the room. I heard her scream and saw trying to
scramble off of the bed, and when I tried to reach
for her, I heard a growling sound beside me.
Turning my head, I silently cursed to myself when I
saw not one, but two dogs snarling at me. Sophie
stood behind them, trembling against the wall. I
pulled out the knife hidden in my jacket and
pointed it at one of the dogs.

“Sophie, I don’t want to hurt them. But if they
keep me from you, I’ll have no choice.”
She shook her head slowly, tears running down
her cheeks. “Please, don’t hurt them. Not again,”
she begged. “Please, don’t.”
“Then tell them to calm down. I don’t want to hurt
you, or the mutts.”

She began to cry more as she called to her dogs.

“Naomi, Kodiak, come.”

They both stopped growling and went over to her.

She slid down to the floor and let them lick her
face, wiping away her tears. One of them
whimpered, setting its head on top of her knees.
“Good. Now get them both in the bathroom. I
don’t want them interrupting.”
She shook her head and put her arms around both
of the dogs’ necks, pulling them close. “No.”

I sighed. “Sophie, why did you leave me? Why are
you in England? Don’t you love me?”
She shook her head slightly, tears streaking down
her face. We both jumped when there was a
pounding at the door.
“Sophie, are you in there? What happened, are you
okay?”

I knew that voice anywhere. I became so angry
when I realized who’s voice that belonged to, I
turned around, grabbed the glass lamp on the
table, and through it at the wall. I watched as the
glass shattered and fell to the floor, leaving only a
little light in the room from the lamp on the other
side of the room.
“Why did you bring him here?!” I yelled at her. “It’s
supposed to be you and me, nobody else!”
I walked over to her and grabbed her by the hair,
dragging her up to her feet. Both of the dogs
whimpered as she cried out. She put one of her
hands on my wrist, trying to pull her hair free as I
dragged her down the hall and to the door.
“Sophie, what happened? Are you in there?
Sophie?!” He kept calling her and pounding on the
door.

“Tell him you’re okay,” I whispered into her ear.

She just whimpered, stifling another cry. I pulled
her hair tighter, making her cry out softly.

“Justin…” she whispered. “Help…”
I decided she wasn’t going to be of any help when
it came to getting rid of him. I threw her down on
the floor and went over to the door. Unlocking it
and finally opening the door, I saw him standing
there. He looked the same as he did over a year
ago, just a little taller. When he saw me, his face
immediately changed. I grabbed his arm as he
came at me, pulling him into the room. I threw
him further into the room then I closed and locked
the door. Turning around, I saw him coming at me
again. I twisted, causing him to miss. Coming up
behind him, I hit him on the head hard enough to
knock him out. He fell to the floor, unmoving.
“Justin!” Sophie screamed, crawling over to him. I
grabbed her arm and pulled her back, dragging her
away from him. She struggled, trying to loosen my
grip on her so she could escape.
I’m sorry, Sophie,” I said. Then I hit her on the
head hard, knocking her out as well. She went
limp in my arms, and I lowered her to the ground.
Her eyes were slowly opening and closing, until
they finally stayed close. I lowered my ear to her
chest, listening to her heart beat, making sure she
was still alive. Unconscious, but alive. Dragging
her back to the room, I la!d her on the bed so she
would be comfortable.
The dogs were lying down next to each other,
watching every move I made. One of them
growled at me, but stayed down. I walked over to
them and motioned them into the bathroom. When
they only growled, I kicked the nearest one,
causing it to yelp. It finally got up and went into
the bathroom, the other one following. I closed the
bathroom door, hoping that was the last I would
see of the dogs.

Walking back into the living room, the boy was
still unconscious on the floor. I lifted him up and
threw him on the couch with an effort. Pulling the
duct tape out of the inside of my jacket, I smiled,
knowing this was going to be a long night. But it
was all for Sophie…

And Sophie was the only one that mattered.
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