Episode 4.01

Cassie’s Bedroom—Williams House

Early morning light crept through the blinds as Gary Williams slowly opened the door to his older sister’s bedroom. He took a few steps inside and stood at the foot of her bed, contemplating how to go about his scheme.

Cassie rolled over, pulling the blankets up to her chin as she continued to sleep.

Gary slowly took a few steps towards her, pulled the blanket down and placed something next to her. He replaced the blankets and started towards the door before turning back and placing a kiss on his sister’s forehead.

Cassie slowly opened her eyes just as Gary closed the door behind him. She glanced at the clock and groaned.

She was pulling the blankets back up when she felt something next to her and pulled out the paper her brother had just placed there.

Bright pink construction paper was folded in half and Happy Birthday appeared on the front. She opened it and inside he’d written her a sweet note and told her that ice cream was on him after school.

The Gardens Hotel—Bahamas

Siobhan adjusted the strap of her shoulder bag before signing her name on the guest card and receiving her key for her room. She was here, finally free of work, and all the distractions that came with it. Including her ex-lovers.

“Miss Lane, just follow Reggie and he’ll bring you to your room with your bags.” The young woman at the desk smiled.

“Thanks.” Siobhan nodded before following the young boy to the elevator who carried her bags.

Just as the doors were about to close a set of hands stopped them from closing and the most stunningly handsome man that Siobhan had ever seen stepped on.

She could feel herself blushing as she let her eyes roam over his body, memorizing it for future reference.

He turned around and caught her looking and she started to study her nails, realizing she could use a good manicure.

The elevator stopped, and Reggie got off with her bags and Siobhan followed. The stranger stayed, watching her walk away before the doors ended the view.

Hallow Hills—Living Room

Christian Quick opened his briefcase as he looked at his client. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

Chad nodded, “I’m not guilty. Aunt Laura trusted you enough to call you in on this, the least I can do is trust that you’ll get me out of this mess.”

“Tell me about your relationship with Kathryn.” Christian took out a pad and pen for notes.

“We slept together a few times, Bethany had just died, I was lonely.” Chad stood up, pacing within a five foot area, “Then she started to pull all this stuff with my Dad, like outing him as my biological father. She just didn’t get that none of that matters. Even if he wasn’t biologically my father, he’s still my father.”

Christian nodded and scribbled a few more notes, “Alright, good I think we have something.”

“Really? What?”

“You are her victim, she used you to get back at Doug. We show the jury how manipulative she was, and we show you as the loving father of two children who was lonely having just lost there mother.” Christian stood up and walked to the window, and laughed, “I know the perfect character witness for you to.”

Chad leaned against the back of a nearby chair, “Who?”

“You’re Cousin Ethan’s wife, Abby Adams-Jacobs, your former Nanny.”

Casper’s Market

Abby pushed the full cart towards the produce section as she went in search of plenty of apples for the pies she was baking for the church bake sale.

As she studied the granny smiths, she heard familiar voices of women from the congregation.

“Well I think Chad Davis did kill that poor young woman.”

The other woman looked around, missing Abby in her view, “Well you know, Mrs. Jacobs used to work for him, and they always seemed very cozy if you know what I mean. If anyone knows Chad’s guilt or innocence I bet its here.”

Abby stood shocked, and just picked up two prepackaged bags of apples before pushing her cart towards the women, “Hello Mrs. Spencer, Miss Harris, just so you know I heard every word. Do you really think this is how good, God fearing women should behave?”

Both women where shocked at Abby’s attitude, “I didn’t think so. Please just follow the facts; Chad Davis is innocent until proven guilty. The trial hasn’t even started all you have are rumors. Rumors are only half the story, never the full story. Good bye ladies.”

Mexico City, Mexico

Conner and Maggie walked the streets, trying to stop people and ask them if they’d seen Lysa.

“Please, help me find my daughter.” Conner pleaded with one man who just shook his head.

“We’ll find her Conner, I promise.” Maggie rested a hand on his shoulder when she saw a young man walk out of the store. “Excuse me!”

He stopped and turned around, “Yes?”

Maggie sighed with relief, “I’m sorry to disturb you, but my friend and I are looking for his daughter.” She handed him the picture of Lysa, “Have you seen her?”

He studied the picture, the face he saw every single morning walking on the beach as he watched her from his balcony, or sleeping as he watched from the door that connected their rooms. “Sorry, no. What’s her name?”

“Lysistrata McKay.” Conner took the picture from him, “Please if you see her, call this number.”

Maggie handed him a piece of paper, “What was your name?”

“Brent, Brent James.” He took the paper and put it in his pocket, knowing he had to do the right thing—he just had to wait for his father to be gone to do it.

Durango High Parking Lot

Cassie walked towards her car when she heard Jeff calling after her to stop. She unlocked her back door and tossed her bag on the seat, “Jeff, come on I promised my little brother I’d go pick him up from school. I can’t be late.”

Jeff smiled as he tried to catch his breath, “I just have one favor to ask. I know this is bad timing but will you go to Prom with me tomorrow night?”

Cassie crossed her arms over her chest and looked at him appalled, “What makes you think I don’t have a date?”

“Wishful thinking, you’ve been so busy with you’re pageants that all the guys are positive you’ll be doing one tomorrow night instead of dancing the night away with me.” He leaned against the car, “Come on, we’re best friends. I promise I’ll behave.”

“Alright, you’ve got a deal. Call me later, cause I really have to go pick up Gary.”

“Awesome, oh and Cassie.” he caught her just before she got in the car.

“Yeah Jeff?”

“Happy eighteenth birthday.”

Carlton Compound—Lysa’s room

Lysa stepped in from the balcony, and noticed Brent had closed his door. He almost always left it opened per his father’s instructions.

Curiosity grew and she quietly moved towards the door, putting her head against it, listening for signs of life.

“Dad! Her family is looking for her! Send her home, she’s too good for this!” Brent’s raised voice surprised Lysa causing her to jump back, Who’s family was looking for them though?

“Brent, drop it. I know you don’t approve but remember this, I bought her for YOU.” Carlton James voice sent chills down her spine, she had never even thought the reason Claudia got his attention was because she was meant for Brent.

The other door slammed and Lysa scurried towards the bed in case Brent reopened the door, which he did.

“Hey, why was the door closed?” She smiled and Brent looked around.

“How long have you been there?”

“Just a few minutes, relax. Is something wrong?”

Brent took a few steps into the room, “How can you be so calm and cool about being sold as a sex slave?”

Lysa blinked, she had never thought of it that way, “Its not like that.”

“Yes it is Lysa. Don’t you get that?” Brent stood at the foot of her bed, his eyes pleading with her to understand him.

Lysa got off the bed and stood in front of him, “How can I be a sex slave if I’m never used?”

Brent looked away.

“I was for you, isn’t that what your father just yelled at you about.” She placed a hand on his cheek, “There is nothing wrong with this Brent.”

He laughed, “So much is wrong with this.”

“Like what?”

“You’re family is looking for you. They miss you, you shouldn’t be here. You should be back with them, being a normal teenager. You shouldn’t be in this sick world.” He pulled away from her, “If my Dad doesn’t enjoy his toys, he sends them off to someone else. Is this the life you want Lysistrata?”

Her eyes went wide with shock, “Why did you call me that?” She crawled onto the bed.

“Its what your father called you when he showed me your picture today when I went into town.” Brent pulled out a cell phone, “Call him Lysa.”

Lysa shook her head, “No, I’m not calling him.”

“Why not?” Brent stood over her, but she wasn’t afraid.

Lysa saw in him a scared young man, wanting to save her. “Because I don’t want to go back.”

“Then what do you want?”

She chewed her lower lip for just a moment, before she kissed him.