Serial Novel: Falling in Public, Ch. 25

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Falling in Public







Chapter 25

"Holly? Where are you? I saw the news - thank god you're okay. When I get my hands on Winston--"

Holly looked at the phone on the bed, and then at Ellison sitting off to the side. "Sell it," he mouthed, with a look that promised serious consequences if she didn't. Taking a breath she closed her eyes and focused on Eddie. There had to be some way to warn him with her words, though ideas weren't exactly hitting her over the head.

"Eddie, stop," she said, opening her eyes and looking down at the phone again. "I don't know how I can convince you, but everything on the news today is true." She glanced at Ellison, who nodded his head. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about it before, but I'm moving in with Sean next week. I--" she paused, swallowing around the lump in her throat. "I guess I just needed one last fling before I committed to a public relationship. That photo of us helped me see that I can survive in the spotlight."

"Bullshit." Eddie lowered his voice. "Someone's listening, aren't they? Telling you what to say? I may not know you well, Holly, but I know you're lying through your teeth, and I will find you, one way or the other. Count on it."

Holly shook her head, panic washing over her. "No! Eddie, you have to listen to me! I love Sean, and I'm going to be with him. There's nothing you can do about that. We had one great night, and that's all it needs to be. Just put my picture in your scrapbook and move on." Her heart beat wildly as she hoped he'd get the reference. It was all she could do, and judging by the look on Ellison's face, she'd nearly gone too far.

"I have to go now, Eddie. Please, just leave me alone."

"I can't do that, Holly," he said. "You tell Sean he's got competition. This isn't over yet."

The connection went dead, and Holly shrugged as Ellison picked up the phone. "I tried," she said as he rose from the chair, shoving the cell in his pocket. "Please don't hurt him. I did everything you asked..."

Ellison walked to the door and opened it before replying. "We'll see," he said, closing the door behind him.

Holly flopped back on the pillows, wincing at a spike of pain through her leg. The scrapbook had been a long shot, but Ellison hadn't caught on and with any luck, Eddie would eventually. She just hoped it wouldn't be too late.

There was a knock at the door, and the creepy butler entered with a tray. "Your lunch, Miss." He put it down on the bed beside her, and left without another word. She examined the contents - soup, half a sandwich, a banana and a glass of milk. What she wouldn't give for a cup of coffee...
With a sigh, she picked up the sandwich and dipped it into the soup, letting the broth soak into the bread before she took a bite. As she dipped it in again, there was a whirring sound from the wood console at the end of the bed. Frowning, she watched as the TV came up and locked into place before the monitor clicked on.

Setting her sandwich down, she watched in horror as Eddie's studio became visible, his couch front and center. In the lower right corner of the screen, a digital clock started counting down from ten.

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