Part 371: Luck Runs Out

November 9th, 2005


Joscelyn was enjoying the time in her living room. The spacious house was enough to easily house her and her family. Derek and Paige insisted they still work but they didn’t mind living with her. Joscelyn even kept up her original job as Nanny. Lily was on the coffee table, drawing her flowers as always. Her aunt was nearby on a love seat, curled up and looking over the documentation she made to invite her friends for a Thanksgiving day feast. Marita said she would cook, plus Sun would help. Ana-Lucia said she would bring the wine but wanted to make sure it was a kind that Sawyer wouldn’t like so he wouldn’t drink it all. Kellye hoped she could make it but she’ll be starting her work as a police officer soon and wouldn’t be sure if she could make it. Barbara and Eddie would be there. Jilly would try to make it but she would be in Japan on her book tour by then.

Joscelyn paused when she heard the door bell ring. That would be Hurley coming over to see them to discuss where to hold the thanksgiving dinner and possible even later during Christmas. The young woman strode through the wooden laded hallway toward the door and opened it. “Bought time you got –“ she tried to say.

But stopped the moment she saw her father in the doorway.

Joscelyn then screamed and tried to close the door on him. Thomas grunted as he jabbed his arm into the door, and fought to get it opened. Lily then stood up and looked at the sight in distraught. The young British woman fought to keep her abusive father from getting in the door but she was failing fast. “LILY!” Joscelyn screamed, “GET TO CONNIE’S ROOM AND LOCK THE DOOR!!!”

The little girl did as he aunt asked of her. She quickly ran past her and up the stairs as fast as she could. Thomas then made a lurch forward, throwing his daughter back onto a nearby table. The older man came in and slammed the door. Before he had a chance to say anything, Joscelyn grabbed a nearby glass vase and hurled it at him. Thomas buckled as the object shattered into a million pieces off of his forehead. He jolted and collapsed on a nearby wall.

Joscelyn then quickly ran toward the end table where the phone happen to be. She then grabbed the receive but instead of dialing for help, she quickly wrapped it around her father’s throat. Thomas coughed for a few seconds and then slammed his fist into her jaw. The young woman felt back hard against the couch and rolled over on to the floor. She was trying to maintain her focus but she was blinded by many rapid flashes of light. Her father coughed as he removed the cord, spitting out blood on the white the carpet. “So living with these American’s have been some fight in you, eh?” he said, slowly standing up, “That’s funny. You never a bit of courage in you.”

Joscelyn tried to crawl away but Thomas then grabbed her and shoved her around. “The only way to get through to you was to always beat it into you.” He coughed.

The young woman screamed before her father’s fist struck her in the jaw. He then proceeded to hit her more and more. Joscelyn struggled against him but the pain he was causing her was blind-siding. Blow after blow she felt her skin opening up. Even as he beat her, all she could think about was that she didn’t want any more scars and was afraid Hurley wouldn’t love her. Thomas stopped for a moment to lick the broken skin around his knuckles. “Who is Lily?” he asked.

Joscelyn couldn’t answer. She was busy coughing up blood.

“Is that Paige’s daughter?” Thomas tried to stand up, “Where is she?”

The moment it factored into Joscelyn’s brain that her bastard father was going to get near her niece, she quickly reared up and dug her nails across his eyes. “ARRGH!!!” he stood up abruptly, “YOU BITCH!!”

Joscelyn then blacked out as her father kicked her swiftly in the head. She flipped onto over her stomach, as blood oozed from her noose and mouth. Thomas backed up and felt of the blood dripping from the scratches over his eyebrows and upper cheeks. The old bitter man looked down on his daughter with utter contempt. “You think you are better than me.” He hissed, “You and your stupid mother always thought that.”

Joscelyn tried to hold onto consciousness but it wasn’t working. She hoped Hurley would get here in time to protect Lily. She saw her father moving around to look at her. As the darkness began to envelope her, the last thing she saw was him unzipping his pants.


Hurley hummed a bright tune on his way to Joscelyn’s house. She said she wanted to discuss Thanksgiving dinner with him. He chuckled to himself cause he had a plan. He was going to agreed to hold their thanksgiving dinner at her place, provided they can have a Korean feast from Jin and Sun at the Battlefield restaurant for Christmas. He might even use his puppy dog eyes when seems to work on occasion.

Hurley turned the corner and then saw Joscelyn’s two story home. Then the large man became concerned when he saw a dark green Oldsmobile back out quickly from the parking lot and then turned to leave. As the car drove past him, Hurley got a full view of the driver. He was an older man but it was the hate in his eyes and the fresh scratches on his face that made the millionaire panic. He quickly parked his truck in their driveway, seeing the front door ajar. “JOSCELYN!!!:” Hurley screamed as he got out of the vehicle and ran toward the door.

The large man quickly scaled the small steps and looked inside. He saw her on the white carpet, holding her face and crying. Hurley quickly got down on her knees and she wailed, grabbing onto him. The large man wept as he held onto her, feeling her tears and blood soak up in his shirt. She cried and cried and all he knew how to do was to stroke her hair. Hurley then gasped when he saw moment from stairs. Lily was slowly coming down the steps and saw her aunt crying her boyfriend’s arms. The large man then held out his hand and she quickly ran toward him; embracing him.

Hurley held onto both of them, never feeling more helpless in his whole life.



Hurley stared up at the ceiling at the hospital waiting room. Joscelyn had been in the emergency room for twenty minutes. Paige was sitting on a nearby bench with her daughters and her husband. She would try not to weep but it was difficult. Her daughter would occasionally take her hand to comfort her mother. It made her even more proud of her daughter. Kellye was sitting over by Barbara who would wipe her tears on occasion too. Jilly felt more rage than anything, cause she knew what it was to be assaulted. If anyone didn’t deserve to get attacked, it was Joscelyn.

The doors then opened and Charlie walked in with Claire. The large man saw them, then stood up and embraced his good friend. Claire then leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. “Any news, Hurley?” Charlie asked.

“She’s still in the emergency room,” the large man sniffed, “Some guy named Widmore is in there with her but Jack came down from the ICU. He’s looking in on her.”

“You see?” Claire smiled, rubbing his arm, “She is in good hands.”

The door then came in again and in stepped Ana-Lucia. The Latina was still in her policeman’s uniform. She saw Hurley and embraced him. Then she turned around and embraced Paige, who she had gotten to know in the past few months. Barbara, Kellye and Jilly walked over to her, bidding her welcome. “Please tell me they got the son of a bitch.” Jilly whispered.

“Not yet, Jilly because word from my friends who are waiting for Joscelyn to come out of the emergency room,” she whispered, “She hasn’t identified her attacker yet.”

“Does this have something to do with the money she won?” Derek asked.

“Oh, God, please no,” Hurley coughed, believing for a few seconds his former curse had migrated to the love of his life.

“Hurley, no,” Charlie said, “This is not your fault, mate. It was his and his alone.”

Then the door swung up a third time and finally Jack, plus Dr. Widmore came into the room. Paige and Derek stood up to look at the doctor. The older man paused and sighed. “She’s going to be fine.” He smiled.

“Are you sure?” Paige wept, “She’s not suffering from a concussion or something?”

“It’s a mild concussion. All she needed was three stitches on the side of her head.”

“She . . . has . . .another scar on her head?” Hurley said, letting a tear flow down his cheek.

Jack then took his friend by the arms. “It’s on the side of her head, within her hair,” he smiled slowly, “It’s not noticeable, Hurley.”

“May we please see her?” Paige whispered.

“Yes, but right now, family only.” Widmore replied.

Paige told her daughter to stay with Barbara and the older red head agreed to watch Connie. Derek followed Paige and then Hurley slowly followed the rest of them. As they walked down the hallway, the younger sister was trying to focus her sadness to rage. “I can’t believe they haven’t found out who did this.” She grunted.

“Give the CSI some credit, Miss,” Widmore replied, “They took your sister clothes and from the samples of blood and urine on them, I am sure they can use the DNA to track a suspect.”

Paige then stopped in the middle of the hallway. “Wait,” she coughed, “What do you mean, urine?”

Widmore looked at her confused but then gulped at their expression. Hurley felt his fist clench up, almost digging his nails into his palms. The doctor coughed and rubbed his head. “I’m so terribly sorry,” he begged, “I was just under the impression the police would have spoken to you by now.”

“Are you saying . . . .he peed on her?” Hurley grunted.

“Hurley, let the cops handle that,” Jack took him by the arm, “Go see Joscelyn.”

The trio finally arrived at Joscelyn’s room and she was sitting up on the bed in a hospital gown. She had been speaking to the detectives and when she saw her sister, she then hid her face in shame. “No, Joe!” Paige ran over to hold her, “This isn’t your fault!”

“I hate him,” she wept.

“Who did this, Joe?” her sister asked.

“Apparently,” the detective behind her whispered, “Her father.”

“WHAT?” she screamed.

“We’ve already got a physical description and we’ve put out an APB on him. I promise you, we’ll get him.”

“He . .uh . ..he drives a brown Oldsmobile.” Hurley whispered.

Both of the detective then looked at him. “How do you know that, sir?” he asked.

“I saw him . ..pull out the drive way,” he coughed between his tears, “Oh, God, Joscelyn. . . I am so sorry I was late.”

Joscelyn parted from her sister and held out her arms to her boyfriend. Hurley walked over and embraced her, crying more than she was. She gently rubbed his back, weeping. The detectives began to write down that the assailant was in a brown Oldsmobile. As Joscelyn and Hurley parted, she looked at him with her bruised face. “Hurley . .” she stuttered to talk, “I need . . .I need you to find my father.”

Hurley was confused. “Joe, I think the cops will find him.” He said.

“No, no . .I need you to find him. I need you to find him . . .and kill him.”

“JOSCELYN?” the large man gasped.

“You need to do that for me, Hurley.” She grunted through her tears, “I want him out of my life.”

“Joe, please, you don’t know what you are saying-“

“I WANT HIM OUT OF MY LIFE!!” Joscelyn screamed as she began to pound the chest of her boyfriend, “I WANT MY MOTHER BACK!! I WANT HIM DEAD!! YOU DO THAT! YOU MAKE IT HAPPEN OR GET SOMEBODY ELSE WHO CAN BUT I WANT HIM DEAD!”

“Miss Moore, I think that is enough.” The detective said.

“SHUT UP!” she screamed, “YOU DO IT, HURLEY! IT’S YOUR FAULT! YOUR STUPID MONEY LEAD HIM RIGHT TO ME!”

Hurley stared at her in disbelief. She then pushed him away and turned over, burying her head in the pillow and crying up a storm. The large man looked at her, feeling his heart break. He then turned around to walk out. “Hurley, wait,” Derek said, “She . . .she didn’t mean it.”

The big man just looked at him and walked out. He got into the hallway and then leaned up against the wall with his hands; taking a deep breath. His tears fell off his eyes and from the angle of his leaning; directly onto the white marble floor. He wasn’t sure if she was telling the truth; that she did really blame him or it was just being upset. Hurley felt it was his fault; like his former curse had gone to Joscelyn. But everything was okay up until this point so was it really the curse? The big man was afraid only Mia could tell him. Hurley wiped his tears and then paused when he heard his cell phone ring. He calmly flipped it up and placed it to his ear. “Yeah?” he asked.

“Is this the money-bags who’s been with my daughter?” an ominous voice whispered over the phone.

Hurley nearly felt his heart stop. It was Joscelyn’s father on the phone calling him. He calmly saw the detectives but then turned around to look directly at the wall. “What do you want?” he asked.

“Her money. All of it.” Hurley heard the man take a swig of some kind of liquid over the phone, “I deserve it, not her.”

“You don’t deserve anything but to rot in jail, you bastard.”

“Don’t go be throwing that tough talk at me, fat man. You saw what I did to the whore? I could do a lot worse to Paige . .and her daughters too.”

Hurley gritted his teeth and felt his hand crushing his cell phone. The rage was nearly overwhelming. “So here is what you are gonna do, fat man,” he coughed, “You’re going to get all her money and deliver it to me. You get someone else to bring it, you are too high profile right now. I’m in a hotel outside the Los Angeles city. I’ll call you before tomorrow night for the location.”

Hurley breathed deeply.

“You listening?” Thomas asked him.

“Yeah, dude,” Hurley replied.

“Tell the cops and I won’t allow you to create a first born with her.”

Hurley felt like he was about to punch through the wall. Did Joscelyn’s father imply he would go so far as to rape her? “Not even you are that in-human.” He whispered.

“Try me.” The vile man whispered as he hung up.

Hurley slowly closed the cell phone and looked in on Joscelyn through the window. She was still crying and Paige was comforting her best she could. One of the doctors came out and placed a folder on a nearby desk mounted on the wall. They opened the folder and then looked at something; only to walk away briefly. Hurley looked in the folder and saw a Polaroid documenting Joscelyn’s bruised face.

The man was vile enough to threaten Joscelyn and her nieces. Hurley heard her words ringing through his head; that she wanted the bastard to be gone from her life. She even mentioned more drastic measures. Hurley wasn’t sure if she meant it but at the moment, he didn’t care. He calmly walked over and took the photo from the folder. Then he proceeded to walk out of the hallway.

He had a job to do.