goes to him and puts him too in handcuffs. As he is bought towards me his eyes burn in the way they did after Jake attacked me, only this time they are trained solely on me.
“I put it there, this whole thing has been a set up, so I can get you to take it into England without knowing” he states cruelly, “Just go back home and forget about me, I'm sorry alright, I didn't mean for you to get caught out, I thought you'd get through no problem, I mean look at you.” he sneers the last part, his words apologising but his tone is harsh and unfeeling.
I don't have time to react before he's hauled away, but what can I possibly say to that anyway?
I'm still being led away for some reason, surely they've got the culprit so I should be let go? “Blair?” I call out to her for help.
“They are taking you to the station for questioning” she explains quickly, “They have to be sure what Carlos is saying is true. Don't worry, we will get a taxi down to the station and meet you there alright?”
“OK” I call back as they pull me away.
Sat in the back of the police car I've never been so scared, or confused in all my life. This can't be happening, it just can't be, but Carlos's words were clear. He set me up, this whole thing was a lie; Can I really be one of those women you hear about who get duped into believing some young, hot man has fallen in love with them in the space of a short holiday, only to find out they just wanted a visa, or someone to smuggle drugs for them.
Oh my God, it all makes perfect sense, I am one of those women! It dawns on me like a slap in the face, how could I have been so stupid? Here is Carlos who from the beginning I knew was too sexy and young to ever be interested in me, but yet he seemingly falls in love with me in three short weeks, promising me the world, of course it's all too good to be true, how could I not have seen it!? Not to mention that I was the perfect candidate, on my own, just split up with my husband, vulnerable, no self esteem, I bet it was as easy as taking candy from a baby, getting me to fall for his plan.
I feel like such a fool, all we had planned, all I had dreamed of for our future, was all just part of the rouse. The tears start to well in my eyes and as I lift my arm to brush them away my tattoo catches my gaze, that's about right, not only am I the worlds biggest idiot, but now I'm branded one too. A stupid, gullible, idiot, for eternity.
It's all so unbelievable, in hindsight it makes perfect sense, but if this hadn't of happened now, I wouldn't of had a clue. It literally never crossed my mind to think something like this was happening to me, I guess you always assume it's the poorer people looking for money, or a way out of the country, their the ones you look out for; not rich, dual nationality resort owners sons, but then I guess he had a different agenda. But why would he even need to deal drugs when he has money? Maybe just the thrill, or maybe he's in some sort of trouble and this was the only way out?
No that can't be true, with all the talk of him never settling down, this is probably why. All those poor girls before me, he saw for a few weeks then sent them packing with false hope in their hearts and a bag of cocaine in their luggage!
And his siblings, I'd bet that they are in on it too, kick up a fuss, make it look like he is turning his back on them in favour of his girl of the month, really hammer home this undying love routine. I bet they've all been having a right laugh behind my back, 'stupid English woman, as if Carlos would ever be interested in her'.
I feel sick with all the emotions running through me, scared, angry, ashamed, embarrassed, empty, depressed, thankful that it happened now rather than in the airport where it would have been too late for him to do the right thing and come clean.
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