Kingsport #53

Barbara Wilkes sat in the waiting room of the emergency room when Dr. Brooks came up to her with a woeful look. “Is he all right, doctor?” asked Barbara in a soft, hushed tone. “He seemed fine last night…”

Dr. Brooks glanced at the chart in her hands. “Mr. Wilkes seems to have Landry-Guillain-Barré syndrome. It’s either that or abdominal pain brought on by a hernia.”

“Oh.” Barbara wiped away a few stray tears. “I didn’t know what do when he collapsed.”

“It’s good you brought him in when you did. It could be an intestinal issue as well, but if the stomach cramps continue, bring him back. He should be all right in a couple of days.”

Barbara thanked the doctor for her help as a dark cloud covered her tear streaked face. She had done everything in her power to ensure Kenny would be out of her life forever and now the doctor was sending him home. Maybe she hadn’t used enough pills or used them quickly enough, but in that moment, Barbara knew she would have to alter her plan to rid Kenny from her life. Screwing up all of the false compassion inside of her, Barbara walked through the thin curtain to find Kenny on a gurney.

“Still feel like crap,” groaned Kenny. “Why’re they sendin’ me home?”

“You don’t have insurance and I can’t pay for you to stay here for six weeks.” Barbara drummed her fingers against her purse. “If you went back home, I’m sure someone would…”

“This is my home now,” sneered Kenny. “Can’t believe my gut’s betrayin’ me.”

“You’re not healthy. You spend my money on beer and pork rinds. Enough to make me sick just be watching you.”

Kenny reached out for Barbara’s hand, but she ignored him. “I’m sick. I need ya, girlie.”

Barbara took a sharp breath. “I have to pay the bill. You’re lucky I make decent money.” With that, Barbara spun around and left Kenny on the gurney. As she quickly walked into the restroom, Barbara knew she had to rid herself of his man once and for all. If the pills didn’t work, what would? As she racked her brains for an answer, she had a brilliant thought: If everyone thinks he’s incompetent or crazy, then she could assume total control of his life…and get rid of Kenny Wilkes once and for all…

“We should drop by the estate to check on Billy before I leave for Los Angeles.” Warren Montgomery finished his second martini of the night as he relaxed into his favorite leather chair.

Jill Stanhope Montgomery bit her lip with quiet resignation. “I don’t see why we should check on Billy. He’s fine.”

“He’s been humiliated,” corrected Warren. “I could kill Connor.”

“Warren, I know Connor is supposed to be your best friend, but…”

“But what, Jill? After Connor’s little stunt, he’s no friend of mine.”

Jill could feel her blood begin to boil at the mention of Connor’s name. She had been a fool to have sex with him days before his wedding to Will, but it wasn’t her fault because she needed to have a real man inside of her. To Jill’s surprise, the guilt she should have felt had yet to surface. “I don’t think it’s worth throwing away your friendship with Connor because of what happened to Will.”

Warren shook his head with grave resignation. “I wouldn’t expect to you have any compassion for my brother, Jill. I know you hate him because he’s gay.”

“That’s not true,” Jill protested hollowly. “It’s just…”

Warren raised a defiant hand. “Don’t even brother.” He rose from his chair, closed the large French doors, and said, “No one deserves that kind of public humiliation.”

Jill let out a frustrated sigh. “Have you talked to your parents?”

“I talked to my dad. He said that Billy is still locked away in his bedroom suite, but he’s eating and will leave the estate to ride Sir Galahad, but that’s it. Billy won’t speak to anyone right now.”

“Then us going over there won’t do any good. Warren, if you want to see Will, then go without me. Me being there will only make matters worse.”

“I suppose you’re right,” reasoned Warren. “Anyway, it’s late. I should get to bed. Good night, Jill.”

Jill watched her husband walk upstairs before she let out a sigh of relief. She hadn’t been subjected to Will and Connor’s wedding, her daughters hadn’t been in their wedding party, she’d been able to sleep with Connor, and he’d left town. Everything was working out in Jill’s world. A small smile crossed her lips as Jill realized she could get away with anything… Little did she know, but her world was close to imploding in a way she never could have dreamed…

 

In our next installment, Dylan sounds the alarm…

 

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Kingsport #39

Ada Burke wasn’t a suspicious woman. However, she had the sneaking suspicion that Barbara Wilkes wasn’t a woman who was being completely honest about her past or her life. To Ada, Barbara was the most dangerous kind of woman: The kind who’d become anyone to get anything. However, Ada liked Barbara well enough, but from what she’d seen the other day, she wasn’t sure she could trust her.

Yesterday evening, Ada dropped off a pie for her friend, Doreen’s, picnic the following day. Little did Ada know, but Doreen lived in the same apartment building as Barbara. Ada hadn’t known where Barbara laid her head until Doreen kept gossiping about the young woman whose father…maybe lover…was causing a raucous the other night. It wasn’t until Doreen pointed to the woman and the man that Ada realized it was Barbara. Barbara looked very familiar with a man who had some relation to her, but she didn’t know the true nature of their relationship. In that moment, Ada swore to herself that she would uncover Barbara’s secrets once and for all.

And now, as Ada stood outside of Barbara’s apartment, she raised her first to knock, but she stopped herself. Was this a step too far? Barbara was entitled to her privacy, but something nagged at Ada. Something deep within her soul. She knew that woman was too good to be true…and if she knocked on this apartment door, she could finally prove it. Ada was safe in knowing Barbara was busy working at the Montgomery Estate today, so she screwed up her courage, knocked on the door, and waited.

“Yeah, what do ya want?” Kenny Wilkes belched as he opened the door, clad in his stained underwear.

Ada was aghast at the sight of this slovenly man. She preferred men who cared for themselves…maybe not as well as Charles Montgomery and his sons, but men who tried to look neat, not raggedy. “Oh, I am…from the local church. We’re out collectin’ donations…”

“Stop ya right there, sister. Ain’t interested in no bowing and scraping to some man in the sky.”

Ada quickly took a deep breath as Kenny tried to close to the door in her face. “A friend at church said your wife had donations for us.” She searched his face carefully for any sign of reaction to the word ‘wife’.

“My wife ain’t a good Christian,” snorted Kenny. “Worse than me.”

“Huh.” Ada could feel her lips tremble with glee. “Must’ve been a wrong name. Sorry for wastin’ your time.”

“Hey,” Kenny called after Ada. “I don’t know who put us on that list, but we ain’t poor no more. My girlie’s got herself a job at that big estate with them rich folks. Tell that to your church folk.” With that, Kenny slammed the door in Ada’s face.

As Ada walked outside into the muggy August air, a sense of relief washed over her. Barbara Wilkes was married. She was common! More common than Ada or anyone else she knew. That man was old enough to be Barbara’s grandfather! Ada nearly leapt into the air, but something stopped her. Yes, she may have found out one of Barbara’s secrets, but she worried…and wondered…what else that woman from nowhere could be hiding…

Eli Davenport walked into Charles Montgomery, IV’s office at Montgomery Industries with a purposeful stride in his step. One of the benefits to being the father of Charles Montgomery’s granddaughter was being able to have direct access to this influential man. They greeted each other warmly before Eli said, “Thank you again for agreeing to see me, Charles.”

Charles gave Eli a light smile. “It keeps me from having to deal with Billy and Connor’s wedding plans. I trust you’ll be at the wedding.”

“Of course. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Eli quietly cleared his throat. “Charles, I need your help. Rather, I need Montgomery Investments help with a business acquisition.”

“I thought you had contacts from here to Wall Street to Hong Kong and London.”

“I do… I do. However, I want…I would like for this deal to be kept quiet for as long as possible.”

Charles raised a curious eyebrow. While he had been born into unimaginable wealth which stretched back almost as far as the modern book, he wasn’t what one would call an astute businessman. He had teams and teams of analysts, bankers, advisors, and the like who gave the go-ahead on any deal he or the company was considering. Charles wasn’t a born businessman, but he knew how to play the part for the rest of the world. “Do tell me more.”

Eli stared Charles dead in the eye as he said, “I want to takeover Davenport Technology.”

Charles sat in complete silence. For a moment, he feared that his senses had left him. “I’ll need you to repeat that…”

“I want to orchestrate a takeover of Davenport Technology.”

“Why?”

“It’s the right thing to do. I can unlock the potential which lies within the company. The current CEO is lackluster at best. If I don’t do this, someone else will see what I see and make a play for it. I need the backing of Montgomery Investments to fully execute my plan.”

Charles stared at Eli with marked disbelief. “Your mother is one of my closest friends. I admired your father greatly. The company was his legacy to you, your mother, your siblings…”

“This isn’t about family,” seethed Eli.

“It’s about your ego,” corrected Charles, bluntly. “Eli, we are family. India is fond of you and she isn’t fond of anyone. However, I will not betray Sheila by allowing one of my companies to steal her company from underneath her!”

“Davenport Technology is a publicly traded company! It’s not my mother’s company. We may own the largest block of shares, but we don’t have to vote in unison! Besides, we can buy the company’s bonds in order to take over the company by…”

“My answer is no!” snapped Charles, hotly.

“Charles! You and I both know this makes perfect business sense!”

“Eli, I will no betray Sheila and your family because you want to…oh, I don’t know, get one over on them. If this is what you want to do, then find someone else to help you. You’ve often intimated that you’re a business savant, so go and prove it. The Montgomery family and our companies will not be complicit in this action. I’m sorry, but my answer is no.”

“Then… Thank you, Charles.” With that, Eli turned, stormed out of Charles’ office, and out of the building. His mind was spinning at a million miles a minute. Charles Montgomery was his last hope. If Dylan were able to help block Eli’s takeover of the company, then all was lost. However, as Eli replayed the events in Charles’ office, he wondered if he could convince Sheila to vote her shares and Nicholas’ shares with him. After all, if he threw enough money at them and the public shareholders, they’d have to approve the deal. Money did talk and it was a language the Davenports loved more than anything else.

 

In our next installment, Connor tries with Will…

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Kingsport #37

Kenny Wilkes chugged the last beer in Barbara’s refrigerator before devouring what was left of his sandwich. A mighty belch escaped his gut as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He rubbed his protruding belly with a heavy sigh and sank deeper into the sofa. While he missed his trailer back home, he did like the fact that his little wife made good money working as a maid for that rich family on the edge of town. He didn’t care if she liked it or not because she always had food, money, and now a good place to live by his standards. For Kenny, life was sweet. The sound of Barbara opening the front door prompted Kenny to remain seated as he flipped on the television. “Hope you got more beer,” he barked at her.

Barbara Wilkes glared at Kenny with marked contempt. How she hated this man. She hated everything about him from his yellowing teeth, unkempt toenails, and vile smell. Barbara wanted nothing more than for this waste of flesh to vanish from the face of the earth. She still couldn’t figure out how he’d been able to track her to Kingsport, but Barbara had a plan. No matter what, Kenny Wilkes wouldn’t stand in her way of obtaining her singular goal…the only reason she’d come to Kingsport. “You need to find yourself a job,” snapped Barbara.

“Why’d I do that?” Kenny glowered at her with seething contempt. “You’re my wife, girlie.”

“I am not a girl!”

“You’ll always be my sweet little girl… Sweet as the day I showed you how to have sex. So pure. So innocent.”

“I was a child!” retorted Barbara. “If my mother hadn’t been drugged out of her mind, she never would’ve allowed you to marry me.”

Kenny smiled cunningly. “Give ‘em pills, booze, cigarettes…and never stop. Perfect way to get someone to do whatever ya say.”

“I want you out of my apartment, Kenny. I mean it.”

“Ain’t for you to say. I’m your husband. It’s as much my place as yours. As a matter of fact, think it is time you started giving me your pay like you did before. You know you’re bad with money. Can’t be trusted. Probably go out and buy something fancy the likes of you don’t need. What ya got in your wallet?”

Barbara saw nothing but a flash of red as Kenny lunged for her purse. She quickly grabbed it, held it tight, and backed away from him. “No! I’m not giving you a cent!”

“You’d better do what’s right for you!”

“Or what?”

Kenny narrowed his beady eyes. “I’ll knock your ass into next year. You choose.”

Barbara held her ground as she stared into his blank eyes. “No.”

Before Kenny could strike her, Barbara pushed him with such force, he tripped over his feet before crashing into the coffee table. Stunned, Kenny touched his forehead to find it covered in blood. “You little bitch! I’m a kill you.”

“Go to hell!”

“Oh. I see. The little whore thinks she’s above herself now. You ain’t nothing, girlie…’cept my wife.” Kenny rose with a wobble, started for the bathroom, and said, “This ain’t over.”

As Kenny walked into the bathroom, Barbara felt a wave of relief wash over her. She knew that today was the day for her plan to come into effect. Barbara calmly walked to the kitchen, opened the bag from the pharmacy, and examined the little bottle. The cure to all of her problems resided in this anonymous plastic tube. Little did Kenny know, but his days of tormenting Barbara would soon come to an end…as would life as he knew it…

India Montgomery waited in the parking lot of the hospital until she spied Dr. Connor Windsor coming out of the building. She watched him for a moment as a wave of desire crushed her heart. Despite everything this man had done to her, she couldn’t let him go. She couldn’t. There was no way in the world she would lose him to Billy. “I need to talk to you,” called India as she raced over to him. “You can’t go through with the wedding!”

Connor glared at India with marked contempt. “Get out of my face, India.”

“No. I know about your fight with Billy.”

Connor shot India an incredulous look. “How on earth…”

“It’s okay,” whispered India. “You don’t have to marry him.” She stroked his beard with a small smile. “I can be everything he can’t be for you, Connor. Billy’s a fool to let you go.”

Connor swatted away her hand before saying, “You need to understand that I have never…and will never…love you, India.”

“Yes, you do! What we had…”

“We had nothing,” seethed Connor. “You’re crazy. Everyone says so.”

“Connor, don’t… Please don’t be mean to me,” India said as she battled back tears. “I know you love me!”

He took a step towards India, stared into her watery eyes, and deftly ran his hands down her thighs. “You like when I do that…” Connor leaned close to India as he exhaled on her swan like neck. “Remember when,” he said in a low, terrifying voice, “I would…well, you remember…”

India could feel herself begin to quake under his spell. “Don’t marry Billy. You…you can’t do that to me, Connor.”

“I can do whatever I want to you, India. I always have…and I always will.” Connor unlocked his car with a vicious laugh. “I love Billy. He believes it. The world believes it. No one will ever believe a word you say, India. I made sure of that a long time ago. Maybe one day…we can remember when…”

India watched Connor drive away, but in her heart of hearts she knew that he would keep his word. If Connor didn’t love Billy, then she would make sure that their wedding never happened. Yes, she didn’t have much time, but if it’s one thing India Montgomery knew how to do, it was how to ruin her brother’s life in order to get what was rightfully hers.

In our next installment, it’s Nicholas’ birthday…

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