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By RM Green
Thursday, February 01, 2007

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This is Episode 5 of my original soap opera, currently showcased on



Episode 5



"OPEN UP!  We have an arrest warrant for Sheila Armstrong!" 


Stacy and Sheila look at each other in utter confusion and disbelief.


"What?" Sheila said with utter fear in her voice.  "Why do they want ME? I've never been arrested!  I'm scared!"


"I don't know…;" Stacy started to say, then…




"I SAID OPEN UP!  This is the Police!  We will break this door down if you don't open up now!"


"Hold on, I'm coming!" yelled Stacy at the door, as she got out of bed and walked toward it.


"Wait!" yelled Sheila.


"I've GOT to Babe!" said Stacy, and she slowly opened the door.


The door swung open and four police officers, guns drawn, stormed the apartment.  Two officers point their guns at Sheila, and the others point theirs at Stacy.


"Which one of you is Sheila Armstrong?"


"I am," said Stacy before Sheila could answer.


Three of the officers immediately turn Stacy around, throw her  up against the wall roughly, and handcuff her.  The other keeps a gun trained on Sheila. "What's this all about?" Stacy manages to ask as they handcuff her.


"You're under arrest for aggravated assault and attempted murder," says the officer obviously in charge, Officer Tate.  "We got a call from a Jonas Frye who said his girlfriend tried to shoot and kill him, and that the incident happened right here.  Is that true ?"  The officers had Stacy handcuffed and sitting on the couch at this point.


"I'm not saying a word without my lawyer," Stacy said defiantly.


"Suit yourself," said Officer Tate, and the officers stand Stacy up to get ready to march her out to the squad car.  As they begin toward the door, Sheila yells,


"WAIT!  I'M really Sheila Armstrong!!"


"Will you HUSH!!" said Stacy to Sheila through clenched teeth.


Two of the officers went back in the apartment and Officer Tate commanded Sheila, "Let me see your identification." She showed him her driver's license and school ID which proved without a doubt that she was actually Sheila Armstrong.  The officers quickly placed her under arrest, then Officer Tate turned to Stacy.


"Now who are YOU?" he asked.


"Like I said, I'm not saying anything without a lawyer.  Now that you got who you came for, you can let me go," said Stacy.


"Not on your life, smart-ass!" said Officer Tate.  'I'm arresting you too – for obstruction of justice.  If you were a man, I'd show you what we do with smart-asses! DAMN, you sure LOOK like one, though!" 


Officer Tate laughed sarcastically at Stacy.  She just glared at him.


The officers took both women down to police headquarters and booked them.  They were each allowed to make one phone call.


Sheila called her lawyer.


Stacy called Poppy.


Later that afternoon, both women were bailed out of jail.  Poppy had taken care of everything.




Jonas awoke dazed and extremely sore.  Every inch of his body was in pain.  He had passed out after his violent beating and rape. There was dried blood caked to the side of his face and in his mouth.  He found he was missing two teeth on his left side.


The soreness and pain he felt was excruciating.  Every time he moved, or even breathed heavily, he felt pain raging throughout his body.  He slowly and painfully picked himself up off the floor and stumbled his way to the bathroom.  He could not walk without clutching his stomach, and he coughed up blood along the way.  He stopped in front of the mirror took a good look at himself.


His right eye was swollen almost shut, and his left eye was also very puffy.  His upper lip was split almost down the middle and had dried, caked blood at the wound, and his bottom lip was split on the inside of his mouth.  Blood was caked all in his hair.  He LOOKED like he was on the losing end of a serious beat down.


I have got to get out of here fast!  I know I need to go to the hospital, but I will be a sitting duck there, Jonas thought to himself.  I got to leave before whoever that was finds out I called the cops on that bitch, THEN get some medical attention. I need some help to pack, I can't get out of here by myself now…  Jonas then got on the phone to call his sister, Milan.


"Hey Sis, I need your help…" Jonas said.


"What up, Bro?  What you need?" asked Milan, while chomping on a piece of fried chicken.


"I need you to help me pack a few things and get out of here," said Jonas.


"What?  Where you going?  Why you need to leave?" asked Milan, incredulously.

"It's a long story Sis, but I need your help bad, and I need it now," Jonas practically pleaded into the phone, pain racking his entire body. 


Milan sensed his urgency, and asked, "Hey, are you OK, Bro?"


"Can you please just help me?  PLEASE?" Jonas begged his sister.


Milan was beginning to get scared for her brother now.  She didn't like the sound of his voice – she had never heard him like that before.  "Yeah, sure Bro.  I was just taking a break from studying.  I'll be right over."


"Thank you, Sis!  Thank you," and Jonas began sobbing as he replaced the receiver.


Milan arrived at Jonas' apartment about a half hour later.  She was ten years younger than Jonas and was a student at nearby Florida Community College.  She had always looked up to her older brother, and was upset that he needed her help so urgently and was frightened for him.  He seemed to be in some kind of trouble.


She walked in and saw Jonas' apartment in shambles.  Fear gripped her as she realized that Jonas was about to make a run for his life.


Milan looked up and saw her brother coming toward her, walking very slowly and still clutching his stomach..  He had taken a shower and gotten dressed as best he could.  He had on a white wife-beater, some black velour jogging pants and slippers.  She could tell he had been worked over pretty badly.


"My Goodness, Jonas!!  What HAPPENED to you?" Milan looked at her brother with tears beginning to well up in her eyes.  "Who did this to you?"  She ran over to him and helped him to the couch, sat him down gingerly, then gently sat beside him and cradled him in her arms.. She could tell he was obviously in pain.


"I honestly don't know, Sis.  But I DO know that the less you know about this the safer you will be.  I just need help getting out of town…"  Jonas said.


"Yeah, OK," said Milan.  "I will help you, but where will you go?  What will you do?  Can I come with you? I don't want you to leave me, " Milan said frantically, on the verge of being hysterical.


"No, you can't come with me.  You're safe here, but I'm not," Jonas said.  "Help me pack some clothes and let's just get out of here.  I can think better once I'm out of this place."


"Ok Bro, what you wanna take?" asked Milan, calming down enough to get her wits about her again.  She went about the house and helped her brother pack some clothes and personal items in a large black vinyl duffle bag with white straps.  Once the bag was packed to Jonas' satisfaction, Milan helped him out the door.  The time was now 2:30 pm.


"Take me to my car, Girl," Jonas said to Milan, as she was leading him to her car..


"Man, you can't drive in this condition!" cried Milan.  "Just tell me where you want to go and I will drive you there.  I need to know where you're going anyway."


"Don't you listen, woman?" spat Jonas. "Didn't I tell you that you COULDN'T go with me?  It's too dangerous… I want you to stay HERE!  Hell, I don't even know where I'm going yet!"


"But then how will I get in touch with you? What if I need you, Bro?  I don't wanna be here in Jacksonville all by myself!" cried Milan, obviously upset with her brother.


"You will be fine, and you know I'll let you know where I am, if nobody else," said Jonas.  "You've got school here and you need to keep focused on that. Trust your big brother on this one, OK?  Please?"


"OK Bro.  Have it your way.  I trust you," said Milan solemnly.  She had no choice but to do as he asked.   She had a huge feeling of dread welling in the pit of her stomach.  She could feel that something bad was about to happen. She helped him to his car and helped in get in.  She placed the duffle bag with his belongings on the passenger seat of his Dodge Stratus.  He started the car, let the engine idle a minute, and rolled down the window.


Milan bent down to the open window and gave her brother a quick kiss and hug.  "Please call me and let me know you got wherever you are going safe," said Milan through tears.  She stared at her battered brother a long moment, and he stared back.


"I will.  You know I don't want to leave you, Girl," Jonas said to his sister.  "You're all I've got."


"And you're all I've got, and that's why I don't want you to leave me," cried Milan.  "But I trust you know what you're doing, but I am SO SCARED for both of us."


"I know.  That's why I will let you know where I am every step of the way.  I will tell you that I'm going north.  And that's all I know right now.  Take care, Sis."


"And you too, Bro!" said Milan, and the she watched Jonas' car pull off down the street.  He turned the corner, and then he was gone from her sight.


Jonas headed straight for I-95 North.  After about two and a half hours on the road, he was about to cross over the Georgia boarder into South Carolina.  He had noticed a black shiny Lexus with some very nice wheels had been driving near him for the past hour or so. The windows were tinted so no one could see inside.  That's a NICE ride… wish it were mine, Jonas thought to himself as he kept driving north.  Maybe Philly would be a good place for me to be right now, and he made up his mind right then and there that was where he was going.   


He started feeling light-headed and realized he hadn't eaten in almost 24 hours.  He pulled over in the nearest rest stop after crossing into South Carolina.  He walked in, went to the bathroom to relieve himself, and took a good look in the mirror.  Anyone could tell he had been in a fight and lost, but he was as presentable as he could muster. He walked slowly to the Arby's counter, still clutching his stomach, and ordered a roast beef & cheese sandwich with fries and a drink, sat down and ate it as best he could.    The heat from the sandwich caused his gums pain where his two teeth were knocked out, and the wounds in his lips made it very difficult to eat.  He ended up sucking on the French fries and drank his fruit punch, then slowly made his way back to his car and got in.  He noticed that the Lexus was also parked not far from his car.


Jonas was on the little country road headed back to I-95 when…




The Lexus had rammed hard into the back of his car, crumpling the trunk.  "What the fuck?!?" said Jonas, extremely angry now that his car was ruined.  He pulled over, jumped out of his car, forgetting all about his pain, and marched toward the Lexus, screaming at the top of his lungs,




Three of the Lexus' car doors opened in unison. 


Jonas watched in horror as Poppy, Lenny and Blu emerged from the car…





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Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater 10/7/2010
I read this Episode first. This delivers a great story of suspense. Jonas is a character who can equalize a story like this. I think he's got to find a way to vindicate whoever these thugs are, but I think he's got to use his head and strategize his moves to fend off these bad dudes. What's Jonas not telling us? It leaves alot of questions as to who these bad dudes are...drug dealers? Illegal human traffickers perhaps smuggling Asians and Africans for the slave and prostitution trade...all kinds of wild things are going through my head as I read I'm going to start at the beginning at episode one. There's a reason I started with the last episode first, RM. There's three things a great storyteller has to accomplish.

1. Get your character up a tree

2. Throw rocks at your character (this means give them action. If I was in a tree with someone throwing rocks at me, I'd MOVE! ACTION!)

3. Get your character down from the tree (the ending of the story built from plot and many subplots)

You've done all three just here in this one episode...good writing with ongoing action and good dialogue.

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