“Becca! We have to visit the bistro,” Marlon whispered.
We had decided against taking Jeremy to the station. He was our golden key to taking down Dan. We needed him. So, the guest room was his cell. We tied him up on the bed, arms and legs parted and mouth gagged, seeming as if he was ready for some kinky sex.
Marlon and I were stood by the window, trying to figure out our next move. He had disclosed earlier that the bistro was the gang’s daily hangout and if his suspicions were right, their layout was close by.
Xander walked in, a bottle of water in hand. He didn't even spare a glance towards his son. His expression was stern, exhausted and hurt. He walked up to us, handing me the bottle.
“Drink up!” He ordered.
I suspired, taking the bottle.
“You are welcome, by the way,” he added, rolling his eyes.
“Why?”
“Your house hasn't been reduced to a pile of ashes. Next time
WARNING!Mature content ahead.Cold air kissed my skin as I walked towards the entrance. I looked over my shoulder to make sure Marlon was still in the car and put. He gave me a thumbs up before I nodded and walked inside.The air was full of alcohol and cigarette smoke. I massaged my exposed wound as I took out a cigarette from inside my dress pad. I walked up to the bar and ordered for a lighter before I flipped my hair and made the bistro my audience.I felt a presence beside me, warmth and a strong wave of cologne radiating from his body. I puffed my cigarette, looking ahead. I let smoke escape my pouted lips, waiting. Waiting for his first move."Veterans only!" He confirmed, his voice gravelly.I puffed another, waiting for more. I knew he had so much to let on than what he was putting forth. Smoke flared out of my nostrils as I shuffled my feet. Music blared from behind the bar, filling
The pen fell from his grip as his eyes widened, walking towards me. I slipped on my thong that he had removed earlier as I waited for him to process the information. It was probably a lot to take in. I didn't blame him. It was the least he expected to hear."What!" He asked, shock pasted all over his face."Dan is my uncle. My bully!" I went on."That's why I am opting to take down the gang. I can't allow my bully to run along these streets and he ruined my life," I seethed, walking past him, my back turned against his."That's why he was looking for you. He had pressured some of the members into the assignment of finding you, that it was really urgent.""Jeremy happened to fall from heaven, bringing me to him," I remarked sarcastically.I wanted nothing to do with Jeremy anymore. He used me. Even after I offered help, he remained stubborn, ready to hurt all those around me to get his life back. Dan's death would be the key, not my life.
I scraped a chair against the floor and settled it before Jeremy. I wanted to set things straight before I did anything rash.Xander thought it best to sit him up. He would be able to communicate and eat without much of a struggle for him and for us by sitting him up every now and then. As long as he remained tied up, I didn't have much of a problem.I sighed softly, leaning back on the chair and crossed my legs. A toilet flush resonated in the room, breaking the heavy silence then Xander walked out, zipping his fly. Marlon was also present, stood casually behind me, his body leaning against the wall.Jeremy chuckled, annoyed, shifting his eyes to each one of us."Let me guess, you found out," he stated, voice throaty.I observed him, furrowing my eyebrows."Found out what, exactly?" I asked, honestly.His story wasn't adding up."You wanted to avenge your brother, Justin, but it all rounded up to get rid of me. You chose to pr
"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when the skies are grey..."The song reveberated from the radio as we entered Marlon's house. It felt familiar but at the same time, I couldn't remember it. The embers of my mind were blocked, preventing me from riding futher down that lane."Your parents really enjoy this song. Ray Charles and Bing Crosby's 'You are my sunshine'." Marlon told me as he led me to his living room.His bungalow was really spacious with black and red interior. Everything possessed the colour red or black apart from his gold coated chanderliers and grey refrigerator. He sat me on the couch before sitting next to me, holding my hand."I've never heard it before but I think I know it. It seems familiar.""Because it was the lullaby we used to sing to you every single night before you went to sleep," ! heard my mother say behind me.I stood up as I waited for her to walk up to me. She engulfed me in
"Time heals all wounds, I presume," the interviewer said, warming his butt on my turquoise Serena and Lily armchair in my lounge room. "That's ridiculous. What wounds can I heal when I don't remember a damn thing from my years as a child. The media covered this already. What more information do you want?" I said nonchalantly, blowing at my cigarette. My gaze was fixed on the scrawny man, his short dyed black hair to blonde threatening my breakfast. He took out his notepad and jotted down what I had just said. "There isn't anything to write. We are done here. Get out!" "So you are saying you have amnesia? Then why are you always cold, harsh and brutal when you don't even remember your past? Why are you always intimidating? Why are you on demand on every police checklist, them desperately wanting you to join their force? How is it possible..." I pressed the cigarette butt that had been burning between my fingers on the ashtray and stood up as the man continued bombarding me with all
"Look! I have a four-year-old son at home, alone. He's waiting for me. So, can we please make this quick?" I lied for the fortieth time that day in the most sweetest voice I could muster.The man still won't budge. I rubbed the sides of my head with my thumbs in frustration, head facing down feeling defeated but then looked back at him, adamant to get him to talk."Can you please say something? I'm trying to help you," I said, on the verge of giving up. "Who was with you? What happened, really?"Nothing!"I'll be your lawyer pro bono. Just...just say something," I said desperately, frustration growing in the pits of my stomach. It has never been this hard I had to throw my intimidating personality aside and put on a fake mask just to get him talking.I stood up from my seat, angrily slamming my hands on the metallic table, pushing my chair away from my legs and walking out of the dimly lit interrogation room."I've done my best. The man's a wall," I told Mark, the head of LAPD."Get ba
Xander's POV I had already anaesthetized Becca when Dr. Baldowski walked in. Without much further ado, we connected the machine and set it up. We placed nodes on her forehead, at the back of her neck and somewhere between her root hairs on the scalp."This is it!" I said anxiously but yet still excitedly as I took the specialised hospital drill.Dr. Baldowski held her head firmly as I drilled a hole at the back of her head, careful not to cause any damage. Despite my hands being clammy, I took in a breath and successfully passed the camera and the sensory cable into her cerebrum."Turn on the machine," I instructed, fingers crossed.I was using two monitors. One to see where I was to stop and the other to scan the passage I was using for the purpose of recording the memory."Anything?" Baldowski asked."Not yet!"I finally settled at the downward edge of the cerebrum. "Now, we just have to wait." "How long do you think it might take?" Baldowski asked. I shrugged my shoulders. "Pati
Becca's POVWhite, bright blinding light! Heavy breathing! Pain at the back of my head, throbbing.It took a while before I familiarised with my surroundings. I was in Xander's lab, laying surprisingly on a comfortable bed, a gas mask masking my nose and mouth.I stretched my hand towards my head to try and massage it.