Georgia's Demise: The Romy Files, #4

By Shelly Small

Romy and the team are healing after the events of the last few months.
Her visions are getting stronger and more serious. Still on bed-rest, Romy's
unsure what she can do.

Two cases converge and Romy seems to be the link. Will she survive
when the two collide or be a casualty?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Shelly Small
• Release date: Jun 17, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223350422

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PROLOGUE

Ahh! Please help me! she screamed trying to get someone’s attention. The pain that was tolerable a few hours ago, were now wanting to bring her to her knees. She had one hand under her protruding stomach and the other along the wall to keep her balanced.

Thundering footsteps came from all around her as another pain wracked through her body. As someone placed their hand onto her arm, she felt a gush of water. Shit, her water broke. Let him know it’s time.

Suddenly, she was whisked away as the pains continued to bombard her. She wasn’t sure where she was as she’d had her eyes closed and focused on not being ripped apart from the pain.

She opened her eyes and the room felt cold. There was a dampness to it and a smell, she couldn’t place. She had been placed on a bed where it was being broken down and stirrups were pulled away and her legs were strapped into them.

Please, I want him…you can’t take him from me…Ahh!… she fought them until the next contraction had her screaming. Everyone in the room felt time wasn’t on their side as her water had broken. They didn’t want to risk the baby having an infection or worse dying.

She looked around the room and saw a lot of equipment but not a lot of anything else. There were no windows and there wasn’t a lot of light. The nurses were trying to tie her down so she couldn’t move.

A blinding light flashed her face, before it was moved toward the area where her son would come out. She felt her next contraction as someone told her to push. Her head slid left to right as she fought the feeling to push. She knew it was time but she wasn’t going to give them her child.

She’s starting to hemorrhage. Give her the meds to knock her out, before they both die… the midwife giving orders until a loud, No! We don’t want it to harm the baby.

She saw the person who was in charge walk into the space. With him here, it seemed a lot smaller. His presence dominated the room. He came closer to her as he said, Don’t kill your son just to spite me. I’ll allow you to hold him.

No, you won’t get my son. You’ll have to kill me first.

Our son, bitch and you will push with this next contraction…

NNNNOOOOOO!… she screamed as her body betrayed her and she heard the sound she didn’t want to hear yet wanted too as well. Please…let me hold him.

She held her hands out and they placed the baby into her arms as she placed him on her chest. She looked down and it was indeed a boy. Her vision blurred but she leaned down and placed a kiss onto his head as the heart monitor flatlined.

As the years have come and gone, there is only one boy who’s still standing by the window as the last child leaves and once again he is alone. Living at an orphanage wasn’t all that people thought it was.

He was lonely. He didn’t make friends because the one time he had, they got adopted a few weeks later. After that, he kept to himself. He would go to the library they had and sat in an oversized chair and read till his heart content.

One day he ventured out of the main door into another part of the big house. He saw girls walking around and talking. He wanted to have someone who he could talk to, but as he got closer to the hallway with girls, he got jerked back.

He fell onto his butt and looked up at who had grabbed him. He saw a tall man with a scowl on his face. He scrambled back across the floor to get away from the man.

What do you think you are doing out here? the man asked.

I’m lonely and heard noises so I was checking it out. I’m sorry about not following the rules, sir.

You don’t need to leave the side where the orphanage is. Please don’t do it again unless you want to heed the consequences.

The boy nodded his head then scrambled up to his feet and ran back toward the door for his prison. Once the door was closed, he sighed relief and turned to go back to the library where he found hidden worlds lost in the pages of the books.

As he went looking for a new book, he stumbled upon the medical books. Curious he grabbed a few and started to read them. After he read those first few, he went searching for ones about babies and how they were born. He’d gotten out and went looking at the other side and saw the rooms that seemed similar to what he saw in the books he gathered in the library.

It was his birthday, or at least that was what the nun said. He would be turning fourteen in a few hours and he wanted to make a little something before the cooks came in.

As he made his way down the stairs, he was mindful about where he stepped. Some of the stairs creaked and he didn’t want to wake anyone up this late, if he did then he’d end up beaten for sure.

He made it halfway from the stairs to the kitchen, when he heard an ear-piercing scream. His curiosity got the best of him, so he changed directions. He was told the door would be locked from now on after his last time of getting caught out of his prison.

The handle turned and the only sound he could hear was the thumping of his heart in his ears. He pushed the door open wide enough for him to slip through. Suddenly, he heard the screams again and he jumped up hitting a table. The vase sitting on top wabbled until he acted fast enough to stop it from falling. The screams kept coming so being the inquisitive boy he was, he followed the noise until he came to a room where it came from.

The door wasn’t closed all the way and he peered inside. What he saw startled him at first and then he understood what he was seeing. The screams were because the girl was in labor and she was going to have her baby.

He leaned too much on the door and it gave way. A few people gasped with what they saw sprawled out before them, but then the girl screamed again. He pulled himself up off the floor and went over and grabbed the girl’s hand.

You need to breath when the pain comes and listen to your body. It will tell you what to do, he looked at the machines and saw her next contraction was on its way, here comes the next one…do you feel the need to push?

She nodded her head and he explained to her what to do and then within the next five minutes, she had a baby. When she screamed again, he then saw the machine going crazy again.

Twins.

The next one came fast and blood rushed out at the same time the baby came out. He worried for her, but that thought changed with the voice he heard.

What the hell do you think you are doing here?

He almost landed back on the floor with how fast he turned around. He saw one of the nurses whispered something in his ear as he glared at him. The he stepped closer to him and asked, None of this phased you?

No.

Then finish it, the man said as he placed a scalpel into his hands.

Without any thought he turned back toward the girl who was bleeding out and sliced her throat, effectively killing her in a few minutes. He went over to see the babies but before he got close, an arm wrapped around his shoulders and led him out of the room.

He worried about being punished for being out of the area he was told to stay in. They wondered around a hallway he’d never seen before. They stopped in front of an ornate door. The man pulled out a key, unlocked the door and ushered him inside.

He scanned the area. On one wall, there were frames with certificates or something, the back wall was nothing but windows. In the center of the room, was a huge desk. It looked old but well taken care of. He continued his perusal of the room and the last wall held a bunch of polaroid photos.

The man towered over him and pushed him toward one of the chairs in front of the desk. He stumbled, tripping over his own feet, to the desk, he sat down on the edge of the seat. His left leg, bounced as his nervous tick became obvious. He placed his hands on his knees, to prevent from the habit to continue.

The man sat in the massive chair that seemed to swallow him whole. He steepled his fingers and tapped them in a steady rhythm across his lips. His eyes pierced into the boys who sat in front of him.

He could smell the fear emanating from his pores, but he didn’t flinch when told to kill the girl as she was already bleeding out. He noticed the leg twitched and part of his lips curved into a smile.

Why did you leave the other side? I told you to never venture out, yet, you did.

He straightened his back and looked him in the eye as he replied, Sorry, sir, but I heard loud screams and it sounded like someone was in trouble or hurt. I wanted to make sure everything was alright.

He folded his fingers together and rested his chin on them and said, What could a little boy like you do if there was an intruder? He saw his shoulders slump a little but you couldn’t tell anything was wrong other than that.

I know I don’t look like much, but I read everything and watch videos of defense training, so I would have tried my best.

With a nod of his head, the two sat and had a chat about all the kid liked to do. He wasn’t sure if he ever felt the fatherly instinct but he did see features that couldn’t deny that the boy who sat in front of him was his son.

A few years had passed and even though he was the only one in the orphanage side, he was allowed to go over to where the girls were and learn from one of the doctors, as well as read all the books he could about pregnancy and delivery. He’d basically became the free helper and reported problems and issues with things to the boss.

One night he was woken up and told to hurry. He barely got clothes on before he was pulled out of his room. Once he heard the screams, he didn’t need the help to move in the correct direction.

The second he entered the room; he felt a chill go across his spine. He rushed toward the girl whose legs were strapped down to the stirrups. One look toward the machine and he knew what the issue was.

Without much thought, he grabbed a scalpel, threw up her gown and the sheet covering the lower half of her body. He took a quick look down and saw a foot. Then he pushed the skin up and sliced across her lower belly.

Blood gushed out, yet it didn’t faze him, he kept on going without hesitating. A few seconds later, he lifted a baby up carefully as he unwrapped the umbilical cord around the neck. He grabbed the clamps and placed them on the cord so the baby could be separated from the mother.

The moment the cord was severed between baby and mother, two things happened simultaneously. The first was a strong cry from the baby, while the heart monitor on the mother, flatlined.

He carefully placed the baby onto the bed, and noticed everyone stare at him. He knew the boss would yell at him, but he noticed that he stood behind him with a smile across his face.

He turned to leave but he saw something he wasn’t expecting. The foot was still where it shouldn’t be. He ran over and pushed his hands back into the body. Someone tried to jerk him away until they saw his hands come out holding another baby.

Gasps were heard around him, but he quickly put a clamp and cut the cord. He rushed over to the medical supplies and grabbed a suction and began cleaning out the mouth and nose. He started to pat the back of the baby, but nothing happened. Finally, he placed the baby onto a blanket and started to give it CPR, after a few pumps and breaths, faint cries could be heard.

He placed an oxygen mask next to the baby’s face so it would get enough until they moved it to the nursery/NICU area they had. The look on the boss’s face told him all he needed to know.

As he followed behind to get yelled at, a small smile graced his lips as he realized that even though the mother died, he saved the two babies. The smile turned into a frown when he thought about what would happen to them now.

He turned sixteen a few weeks ago and now he held a few more jobs. He was allowed to interact with the new girls to gather information about them. He made sure that he noted everything that they said and put it in his report.

One day a beautiful girl walked in with a few others but his gaze locked onto her beautiful blue eyes. They mesmerized him from the start. He didn’t ask all the questions he should, he didn’t want her to end up the same as the others. He felt protective over her.

A few months of being around each other, they fell in love. One-night things went too far and they ended up having sex. He knew they had to leave before she became another breeder for his boss.

The boss seemed rather fond of his girl, he tried to keep her away from him but one night he found her on her bed curled in a ball crying. He knew what happened. His boss had forced himself on her.

He would know she was pregnant now as she was already showing. He saw blood between her legs and panicked. Picked her up as carefully as he could, she sobbed more once in his arms. She tried to talk and to him it sounded like sorry.

Silently, he moved around the hallways to avoid being noticed or caught. He got to the medical wing and stopped abruptly as his boss stood in front of him. His hold on the girl tightened as he saw the fierce look thrown his way.

She needs medical attention, sir. I found her bleeding in her room as I went around doing my nightly check.

Put her down she’s fine. I left her thirty minutes ago…

AHHH! she screamed bloody murder.

He turned his attention away from his boss as he felt something slick coat the arm that were under her legs. Looking down, he saw more blood than he would have liked. He rushed past the only person blocking his way, his shoulder pushed him off kilter.

He laid her down on the bed and rushed around the room to get what he would need. His boss followed them into the room and to his surprise started to gather items as well.

They both worked fast as she screamed loudly. He placed the straps around her stomach to see if she was in early labor, while his boss set the stirrups up and lifted her legs into the devices so he could see what was happening.

As another gush of blood pooled onto the floor, he had placed the last of the heart monitor strips on her body. He grabbed the ultrasound machine and squirted the gel around her stomach. What he saw on the screen made the color drain from his face.

Her belly was full of blood. He turned to tell the other man in the room but he noticed him looking at the screen as well. To save the baby there was no time for anything as he saw his boss grab the scalpel and cut across her lower abdominal wall.

Her screams could shatter the windows if they weren’t as thick as they were. Shut her the fuck up. We don’t need others in here to know about her.

He clamped his hand over her mouth and leaned down to whisper into her ear. She thrashed trying to get his hand away from her mouth but he didn’t budge. He wasn’t paying too much attention to what he was doing as he was with what his boss was doing.

He wondered if the old man knew that was his baby he was trying to save. He wouldn’t allow any harm to come or let them sell his baby. The minute he heard the cry, a tear slid down his cheek. He lifted his hand from her mouth and looked down.

She hadn’t moved in a while and her lifeless eyes stared right at him as if they looked into his soul saying, you did this to me. He placed his fingers on her eyelids and lowered them so they couldn’t look at him anymore.

His heart hurt but he knew he had to be strong for his child. He then saw what the other man had done. The baby’s neck was broken and so was his heart. Why…

You didn’t think that I didn’t know this was your child. You had no right to touch what didn’t belong to you and now you’ll know better.

He stood and walked out the door but turned and said, Get rid of the body and clean this room up.

I want my child. I’ll get rid of the baby as well.

NO!

With that one word, the old man left the room. Tears he didn’t realize he was holding back fell down and he couldn’t stop them from coming. He’d wanted a family for as long as he could remember and he was close to having that until that old fart got in his way.

As he held the child he killed in his arms, a lone tear escaped the tight hold he had on his emotions. He hadn’t wanted to kill the baby, but knew if he didn’t then he’d lose his son, but he had also just lost his own granddaughter.

He didn’t want her to grow up here with the horrors that went on. She’d be safer and happier with her mother. He would erect an unmarked grave with a beautiful marker and place her there. A place where he could visit when he could.

That day changed him in more ways than one. He no longer held any emotion. He did as he was told then studied the rest of the time. He applied to medical school and after six months of not hearing back, he got an answer.

Harvard was the first school to send a reply back, and that was where he ended up going. He didn’t waste any time with clubs or parties. Girls tried to get his attention but he wasn’t about to waste time with any of the sluts around.

His focus was graduating so he could go back to his own personal hell. He had plans he had to see come to fruition and nothing or anyone would get in his way.

He didn’t realize that he was a genius, he had never been to a proper school in his life. He did school in three years as he tested out of certain classes to get ahead of the program.

He passed his medical exams and did all his commitments to become a doctor. He did his residency in Georgia as he wanted to be closer to home. He waited long enough and things would be falling into place soon.

While he was in his residency, he had done something illegal. He had taken some of the old man’s blood and some of his and ran a DNA test. He wondered if he was correct in his suspicions.

Over the years, he’d noticed pictures along the hallways and some looked like him but he’d never been to any of the places they’d shown. He once asked about his parents and that led to him getting beaten.

With the results in his hands, he stormed into the office of the man that had tormented his life and stolen his happiness at every chance he had. The older man stood as the door slammed against the wall.

What the hell are you doing?

"Well, Father, before I kill you, I want answers. The quicker you do, the less you’ll suffer," he said with a sadistic smile.

What did you just call me?

F.A.T.H.E.R…that’s what you are to me. You’ve known my whole life and yet you’ve made my life a living hell…

The old man stood there and laughed. Not just a chuckle but a laugh that shook his whole-body, as if he heard the funniest thing in the world.

You can stop lying to me. See this paper, he held up the hand that had the DNA results, it has our DNA results. Want to know what it says…you are my father with a ninety-nine percent match.