The Cruel Twists of Love by kathryn morgan-parry Read Free Book Online Page B

Helen starts screaming as the kicks hits her hard, she can feel her arm break as his foot makes contact. He continues kicking and laughing at her as each bow hits her hard. And curling her arms around herself, to try and protect her from his assault.
    “F ucking, get him” a man calls out from the crowd and the men crowd around her attacker. A woman bends down and helps Helen onto her feet.
    “ Come on honey” she says as she coxes Helen to her feet.
     
                Helen is in the office at the nightclub waiting for the police. She just wanted to go home. She just wanted Alan arms around her, she tried to phone him from the office but she got no reply. She needs to go to the restroom she thinks; she still had the white powder from Lynne, what if they searched her? And where was Lynne? It was nearly one now and Alan would be here soon.
    “ Could I check your arm please” a kind looking man and about the same age as Helen, with brown eyes and soft wavy brown hair. Helen instantly felt safe in his company.
    “ It’s o.k. I’m a doctor, in training anyway” he says smiling at Helen and lifting Helen arm
    “Ow it hurts” she winces as he examines her arm
    “I think it’s broken, have you got anyone picking you up ? As you should go and have an x-ray”
    “ My boyfriend said he be outside at half past”
    “ We are going to wait outside. Tell the police to meet us at the hospital if they need to or call us at home, you got our addresses” he says to the manager and leading Helen outside    
     
     
               There still no sign of Lynne or Alan . It now nearly two and he waits with her. He gently puts his jacket around her shoulders. Helen is feeling foolish and sore as she waits. Her arm ached and her side where she fell was burning hot from the pain.
    “ Give me the number and I go and phone again, if there is still no answer I’m taking you to hospital because I don’t like the colour your arm is going” she gives him Alan number as the doctor in training walks back into the nightclub
           He not gone long but he shakes his head when he comes back.
    “Sorry, it must be a wrong number some woman answered” he says shrugging 
               Tears springs into her eyes as she hears that Alan was with someone else. Helen’s soft tears grow into painful shuddering sobs. How was she going to get into her house? He got her keys and shaking loud tears and his arms gently go around her
    “ God I’m such an idiot, sorry the selfless prick, come on I will take you to the hospital. I could have dialled the wrong number, you know it is dark in there you can try later, come on” and he leads Helen to the car park.
            He helps her into his car and she feels numb with the shock. She shaking, he said he loved her and now he was with someone else, she knew she gave the right number but perhaps the doctor did dial the wrong number ? But deep down she knew he was with someone else.
    “ Talk to me, I think you may be in shock. I’m Phillip Taylor, what your name?” he says quietly
    “ It’s Helen Evans, my bag? I’ve lost it” the confusion setting in
    “ Did you know that guy?”
    “ No, my friend went off with his friend. He said he put something in my drink, I am so glad I poured it down the sink now. Do you think you might have dialled the wrong number?”
    “ No Helen I rang the number twice and he grabbed the phone the second time. Sorry but he is a prick and you need to start thinking of better friends too, a good friend would never have left you with that man” she hears his anger in his voice
    “ Don’t go to sleep, keep talking to me Helen did you have any alcohol to drink?”
    “ No I drank juice from a bottle but my friend gave me something but I left it in my bag what if they find it?” she thinks sleepily out loud
    “ What did it look like? And did you take any?”
    “It was a white powder and no I don’t do drugs , what if they find