Tatia
Friday night (10pm)
I waste no time in telling morpheus to go screw himself. If he thinks that he can just show up unannounced, leaving flowers and try to talk to me ESPECIALLY after what he did to me.. Not once but TWICE he has another thing coming for him.
"Come on tatia, don't be like that. Just hear me out. " he says.
"Absolutely NOT. I'm not wasting another second on you. Scumbag."
" I want you back. I wanna give us another shot"
My mind goes blank. All I want to do is punch him in the face. I turn my head so that I'm looking at him dead in the eyes.
"Excuse me what?" I say to him
" you heard me tatia. I miss you. I know I fucked up before, but I'm here now aren't i? I wanna make it right. " he looks at me intently.
"Ok first, FUCK NO! your on drugs if you thought I was going to say anything different. Second you didn't just fuck up one time, you fucked up twice. Third I don't care if your here now it doesn't change anything and last but not least you should of thought about how much you supposedly want me BEFORE you slept with my best friend in MY BED!"
I grab whats left of my drink and throw it in his face, then set the cup down. As I'm walking away I shout to him " go trip on a knife dick! ".
Im beyond pissed, who the hell does he think he is. I storm through the bar to the back where I find a door, looks like it hasn't been used in a long time. With out thinking I open the door and exit the bar. It's an ally...It's almost 11 pm and it's darker then what I'm use too. To one end I think I see a way out. I start walking towards what I think is the way out of the ally until I hear a noise behind me.
I quickly turn around and say "who the hell is that". No answer. I turn back to leave again but I hear another sound. I begin walking towards the sound saying "morpheus I swear to god if your following me your going to regret it."
As I continue following the sound I heard, it gets louder. It almost sounds like a hitting sound and... A voice. Just as I make a small right turn around the dumpster I see something so graphic that it makes the fight club look like a daycare.
There's 4 men. One on the ground, almost looks like he's begging. His eye is swollen shut. His nose looks broken and he's missing teeth. Theres a man standing above him, it looks like he's questioning him.. Interrogating him. I've seen that man before. All over Bill boards and magazines. It's Sydney sinclair. CEO of Sinclair enterprises. He has a gun. The other two men with him are standing on either side of him. Not doing anything... Just standing there , watching.
Sydney raises the gun and aims it at the mans face. I hear him say " Thanks, I have everything I need" . He stands, still keeping the gun aimed at the strangers face.
"There's just one more thing I need to do" Sydney says.
The stranger looks at Sydney with a pleading look on his face and says "anything ...I .. I'll do anything sir"
With the coldest look I've ever seen in anyone's eye Sydney says "i just have to tie up a loose end. You my friend... Your a loose end. I no longer have any use for you." Sydney smirks slightly
The stranger says " no.. No please don't sir i-" Sydney shoots the stranger in the face 3 times before he could finish his sentence. He puts the gun away then turns and says something to the man on his left but I can't make out what was said.
I slowly start to back away, trying not to make any noise when I unfortunately bump into a crate full of glass bottles knocking them over.
Shit. Shit. shit!
Sydney and the two other men with him, turn around. Sydney and I made eye contact for a nanosecond before I turned and tried to leave. I heard him say "get her" just before I started running. Just when I think I'm about to make it out into the open I feel someone grab my arm.
I instantly turn around using my free arm and elbow him in the face. I take of running again as soon as my arm is free but almost seconds after I feel another set of arms completely wrap around me, restraining my arms as if to keep me from elbowing him too.
I throw my head back, head butting him the face but before I even got a chance to try and run again, both men had a hold of each of my arms. I couldn't move.
Sydney walks up to me and looks me dead in the face. The look on this man's face.. It's cold. It's evil and dark..unreadable. A completely different person from what I see and read in the newspapers or magazines. This is the same man that donated like a million dollars to a hospital, the same man that helped lead a search team for a missing child in the woods... But the man I seen tonight was someone different.
As Sydney is still looking at me, he gets on the phone with someone and tells them to bring the van around. In less then 2 minutes a big black van pulls up. Sydney gets in the front while the other 2 men push me in the back of the van.
As the two men close the van door, Sydney says "drive".
It's takes about 20 maybe 30 minutes tops before we arrive outside of this massive house. The two men open the doors and grab each of my arms taking me out of the van. Sydney enters the house ahead of us three. Shortly after the 2 men along with me follow him inside.
"Sir, what do you want us to do with her" one of the men say as he tightens his grip on my arm
"Take her upstairs..to my room" Sydney replies.
"Understood".
Both of the men take me upstairs and open up one of the doors. Im assuming it's his room...Sydney's room. It's massive. They push me inside the room finally letting my arms go. They close the door behind them as they leave.
I take my sweater off and tie it around my waste so I can see my arms.
Damn.
Talk about a death grip. Jeez.
Moments later the door opens and the light turns on. It's sydney.
"Why the hell am I here?" I say immediately
" well you sure waste no time with the questions. You know exactly why your here. " he replies.
"No, I know why you took me im not stupid, I mean why am I here, here as in inside your room"
"Because I have a few questions I need you to answer. Because your a woman I'm going to try to do this the nice way. Whether or not it remains that way is up to you. Answer my questions, honestly."
" and if I dont? I don't have to tell you shit. "
"Then what happens next is not my fault. Like I said I'm going to try to do this the nice way. All you have to do is answer honestly. Now, take a seat." he gestures over towards the set of couches in his room and we both make our way over there. He's staring at me so intently. Like watching my every breath. Every little bit of movement.
"Alright, fine. What's your first question. Let's get this over with so I can get the hell out of here" I roll my eyes.
Sydney smirks. Like he finds something amusing.
"First we're going to start with your name. Second your not going anywhere."
" My name's Tatia" I say with attitude evident in my voice. " and what the hell do you mean I'm not going anywhere. You can't keep me here"
"Well nice to meet you tatia, and yes I can keep you here. You seen too much tonight. That kind of information can never get out. Most importantly you seen my face, which makes you my first priority."
" Why not just kill me then. Every thing I seen tonight will die along with me, there problem solved"
" That leads me back over to the questions. You see I don't think you accidentally just happen to walk out that back door and see what you have seen tonight. I think someone sent you. So who do you have to report back too? Who wants to know my identity? "
This time I'm the one that laughs, that sounds incredibly ridiculous. Me? Reporting back to someone? Very funny.
"Paronoid much."
" what's so funny tatia"
" the fact that you think I'm reporting to someone. I report to no one. You couldn't possibly be anymore wrong. I was pissed off when I walked out of that back door. Normally I use the front, but there was someone in that direction I wanted to avoid. Thus, me using the back door"
"I'm not paranoid, I'm cautious and careful. Now who were you trying to avoid?"
" my ex boyfriend if you must know. "
" I don't believe that. You dont look old enough to be in a bar, only way you can even get in is with someone's help. So who's helping you tatia. You don't look older then 17.. 18 maybe"
"You don't have to believe me. Your both wrong and right though. Your wrong about my age, I'm older then 18 but your still right because I'm not old enough to be in a bar. I'm 20. I was in that specific bar because I had a fight tonight. I figure someone like you would know about the fight club underneath the bar"
" yes I do know about the fight club. I definitely don't believe your in it though. They don't accept women. It's all men".
Jeez here we go. Another moron who thinks a woman can't be in something like this. I rolls my eyes again.
"It use to be all men, and they didn't accept women. They accepted me as a joke. Only I didn't know that. It was when I won the fight that they let me stay on board. Something about entertainment. That once people hear about a woman fighting it will draw more people which meant more money"
"Hmm.. Suppose it makes a little sense, why were you trying to avoid your ex".
" you can't be serious. It's self explanatory... Because he's my Damn ex. ". I'm really getting annoyed with all these questions.
" I don't buy it, there's something else. Is he the one who sent you? "
" nobody FUCKING sent me. I told you I wanted to get away from my ex. That's why I used the back door. He pissed me off. Always fucking following me. "
" then what made you turn around that dumpster instead of just leaving the ally? "
" I heard noise behind me. I ignored it the first time but when it got a little louder I turned and followed the noise. I thought it was my ex following me again. Then I seen everything that was happening. I recognized you, your face is all over the place because of who you are, because of your business. I tried to sneak away trust me but obviously I failed. "
" well as you just mentioned, I have a business. An extremely successful one at that. So you see why I can't let you go after everything you seen tonight. As for killing you, I think you might be of more use to me alive rather then dead"
Sydney gets up and removes his suit jacket, then takes off his tie and opens the top 3 buttons on his clean pressed white shirt.
"Can I ask you something now that all of your questions have been answered?" I ask.
" sure. Go for it" he replies as he pours two drinks then makes his way back towards me and sits down.
" thank you" I say, accepting the drink he gave me
"Your welcome. Now for your question tatia"
"Why do you do what you do. I mean you already have everything with your business and just being who you are, so why?"
" Because I can. Because I want too. I guess you can call it my dark desire. " he takes a sip of his drink but doesn't break eye contact with me.
With Sydney being a bit more calm now I notice just how good he looks in person. Scary a little but good. The pictures in magazines doesn't do him justice. I don't know maybe it's the tattoos covering both his arms and the little bit I see on his chest with his shirt unbuttoned a bit. Maybe it's the look in his eyes or on his face. Maybe it's just the business man thing. I don't know but he's not bad on the eyes.
I notice Sydney look at my arm where his men had been holding me earlier tonight , then he looks back up at me.
"Sorry about that" he gestures to the faint mark on both arms. "I know Parker and Cole can be quite rough sometimes" . He takes another sip of his drink.
"Don't worry about it, I've gotten worse bruises tonight" I reply then take a sip of the drink he gave me. Tastes like scotch. My favorite.
"I've noticed, I seen your head and the cut on your lip. Bruises on your jaw. I also noticed you hesitating to sit on that side. Something wrong with your side?"
" very observant Mr.Sinclair, and yes it's my ribs. Dude kicked me pretty hard. " I take another sip of my drink.
"Want some ice for that?" He offers.
" No, thank you though. I'm good"
His sincerity and politeness is unexpected. I thought this was going to go very different
"Alright. Anymore questions? "
"Yea.. Where am I going to be sleeping? You made it pretty clear I'm not allowed to leave so I won't even inch towards that question."
Sydney points to his bed. " There. "
"Your joking right? Tell me that's a joke"
"Nope. Not a joke. Like I said you seen far too much tonight. I'm keeping my eye on you 24/7. So this is where you will be sleeping every night."
" I'm sorry, but I'm not sleeping in that bed. A bed where you've slept with countless women considering your very public status, it's not happening. "
Sydney laughs.
"What the hell is so funny. It's disgusting. The things they probably done."
" I don't sleep with women in my own bed for that very reason. No woman has ever slept in this bed. I'm making an exception for you because of the information you know".
"Fine. Where's the bathroom. I'm at least taking a shower. "
"Over there" Sydney points to the left. I pick up my bag and go into the bathroom.
**30 minutes later**
As I come out of the bathroom Sydney goes in. I put my bag down in a corner. I'm so glad I brought extra. Normally I just pack for the fight because I always take my showers when I get home but for some reason, something told me to pack extra today. Extra consisted of bringing my toothbrush, deodorant and extra clothes aside from my fighting clothes.
I have on black tights and a white t-shirt. A couple minutes later Sydney comes out the shower in nothing but a pair of shorts. His hair wet from the shower. He walks around to the other side of the bed and gets in. He turns off the light on his end, then lays down with his back facing me. I do the same, my back facing him, then I turn out the light on my end.
In a short few minutes I hear Sydney's light snoring. It's kind of soothing. It's not obnoxiously loud like most others. It puts me to sleep.
End of chapter 2
What do you think will happen next?
Tatia and Sydney