First | Part four

She lost herself looking out the front window. The wet and dark asphalted road was rolling fast beneath and the bright shine from the streetlights reflected in the water and created a beautiful lightshow. The stereo provided with a barely hearable harmonic background song. As the world outside flew by, time seemed to have stopped inside the car. Fiona recoiled herself from her trance and looked up at her man. He meet her eyes in the rearview mirror, they locked eye contact for a few intense second before he broke away and focused back on the road. In wanting to be as close to him as possible Fiona rather ungracefully moved herself to the front passenger seat.

“What happened?” She stammered

He fumbled in his pockets and pulled up a packet of Marlboro Red, put one to the lips and lit it. He exhaled a cloud of smoke and answered her shortly, “Can´t talk about it.”

“Can´t talk about it! I was there, I have every right to know!” she shouted back at him, more disappointed than furious.

“You shouldn’t have followed me” he retorted coldly whilst continuing to fill the car with lung shrinking smoke.

“I followed you because I care for you” she said at the verge of tears.

“You should´ve trust me to not do anything immoral” he said, not even glancing back at her.

“You kill people. I´m not sure of where your morals lay” she stated whilst making her window roll down.

“That’s my job. I need to follow my bosses’ orders, I need to do my duty as his employee and all that it involves in order to provide for me and YOU” “I do it for US” he said firmly.

“What if your boss would tell you to do something that would really hurt me personally?” she asked with a lump in her throat.

“He wouldn’t. We´re like a family at work, we show respect and we don’t kid around with personal life” he answered her.

“I bet your boss would fancy his employees’ not to have personal baggage weighing them down” she said, staring out the window.

“Maybe. Probably, but he´s aware of that that’s a rare trait amongst people, and in this world we´re living in he can’t afford to be too picky”. He finished off his cigarette and tossed it out her open window.

That night she fell asleep next to the man she was supposed to love but still felt lonelier than ever. Her thoughts kept her awake and she didn’t manage to get much sleep at all.

The morning came and awoke them both with its brightening beams breaking in between the curtains, which intentions was to keep the light out.

Dazed from being newly woken, Fiona had forgotten all of the previous night events and snuggled up against Jack´s back. He turned and affectionately planted a soft kiss on the top of her head. Fiona’s hands felt up and down his exposed, toned torso whilst her lips found his. “Always so eager to please” Jack chuckled. His sweet and utterly charming chuckle. “How could anyone resist a man like you?” she whispered huskily. He grunted as answer and pressed her down into mattress as he climbed on top of her, eagerly planting kisses all over her pale flesh. For a short moment they both lived in a world of bliss and peace, in a world where the time seemed to have stopped. In just a few minutes reality would catch on to them and it´s bitter taste would hit them like a punch to the face.


First | Part three

He drew a deep breath, bracing for impact. But all she did was to break down in a puddle on the floor. Her petite frame shook as she cradled her knees against her chest and cried viciously. He carefully bent down to check on her, gently resting his hand on her shoulder and rubbing it lightly. Her sobbing calmed down as he spoke reassuring words to her with a soothing tone of voice and then he tilted her chin up and wiped the residue of her salty tears away with his parched thumb. She didn’t know what to make of herself and she didn’t know what to believe and what not to. His face came intimately close to hers which made her drew scanty breaths, even though she didn’t get much air down her lungs she could still taste the smell of him through her opened mouth.

“Nothing happened; you have nothing to worry ´bout” he whispered to her face, using all his willpower to keep the anger suppressed. “I have a new co-worker whom happens to be of the female sex and she also happens to wear a lot of strong scented perfume” he continued. “I have no interest in her whatsoever and if you truly loved me you would trust me by my words when I tell you that there´s nothing funny going on, my relation with this woman is strictly professional” he finished and drew away, still having his eyes locked with hers.

“Relation” she stammered unsurely, flushed and eyes wide open.

“We work together, you could call her my business partner” he retorted dryly.

He could tell by the look on her eyes that that didn’t make things better, so he decided to add a few stretched truths to his story in order to ease the mind of this ditzy dame.

“She´s merely temporary. She soon will have outlived her usefulness and when all her resources are wasted and there´s no point in keep her around anymore she will be disposed in a black body bag down the river” he added.

Fiona´s eyes lit up and she proceeded to throw her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly.

“Yeah yeah get off me will ya´” he muttered at her display of affection whilst trying to bend her grip of him.

“But still. I´m worried, you´ll probably spend a lot of time with this chick” she thought out loud.

“Why can´t you just trust me? Who do you think I am some desperate two-timing douche” he shouted angrily. She winced and bit her lip as her cheek stung and flushed from the force of his the back of his hand being slapped across her face. Some leftover tears trickled down her cheek. He stared at her with a stone cold face expression.

“Why can´t you trust me?” he said, his voice sounding almost desperate.

“I do, I do trust you. I´m sorry, I shouldn’t have reacted as I did” she retorted with a hint of pleading in her tone.

Reality slowly hit her; he would never cheat on her. He was a man of honour and respect. He would never betray her like that.

He spent the rest of the day ignoring her existence. She was used to that though, he was a very busy man and hadn’t time to waste on insignificant factors. The thing was that when he very well spent his time on her, it made her feel special. She meant that if you overuse whatever it will finally lose its meaning and turn to empty air. She suddenly heard the front door open and then slam shut and went over to look out the window facing their driveway, she saw him leave in is black grand escalade; his work car. She was used to him leaving at sketchy hours, he really didn’t have any set working hours; his work was an on call type of job. An unnerving feeling crept upon her. He would always tell her when he left even after their worst fights.

She acted without second thought on her first impulses and rushed down the stairs, almost tripping over her own feet. She was bored and had nothing better to do so she decided to stalk her man. She told herself it´s was solely because of the strange behaviour he put on this evening by leaving her without notice. She told herself it was because she wanted to check so he was okay and her actions was definitely not steered by jealousy, even though she deep inside knew that getting out of trouble basically was part of his job description.

She grabbed the keys to their second or third car (she didn’t keep track) from the bowl and rushed to the garage. The ceiling lamps lit up as she slammed her hand down on the switch and after a few seconds the large area bathed in a pale industrial light. She pressed the button on the key to unlock and locate her choice of vehicle. A Smokey grey Mercedes S-klasse flashed at the back and she went over. As she drove out and away she realised that she had no idea of where he might have gone. She didn’t slow down instead she pushed the pedal further down touching the metal and raced down the street. Her subconscious guided the way and she found herself outside of a (seen through unknowing eyes) abounded warehouse where she knew he and his “co-workers” usually hung out.

She parked the car around the back and stepped out into the cold night. She paused and inhaled the cold night air, let it contaminate her lungs and escape into the dark in the form of steam. She took a moment to think about her hasted decision, why and what was she doing here?

A sudden smashing sound broke her out of her thoughts and she froze in horror as two large shapes rushed out of the building, heading towards her. They didn’t seem to notice her and ran straight past her. One of the running men clumsily dropped a dense and metallic sounding object, it thudded against the grass and lay there unnoticed. Fiona picked it up and directly recognised it as a gun.

All of a sudden she could tell a very much well know character leaping out, as being chased by something. It was her man; her partner and lover. She wanted to scream his name but quickly caught on and understood not add danger to the situation. A large body, sunk in shadow followed out of the same escape way as the ones before. It caught eye contact with her and she freaked. It didn’t look away and seemed to get more intense as time went by. It seemed to look right into her soul and sent icing terror flooding trough her veins. In the light from the moon she could tell something metallic reflecting as it elevated and came to height with her. Without taking orders from her brain that now had shut off, her arm automatically raised the gun at him and pulled the trigger. Things blackened before her eyes and she could hear a distant scream in the background, it almost sounded as it came from below waters. She woke confused and dizzy, she sensed movement but there were nothing carrying her. She raised her head and slowly got her upper body steadied on her elbows and then she discovered she was in a moving car. Even in almost complete darkness she recognised the interior and scent of the car, it was their car and to her great relief it was her man driving.

“Good morning” he jokingly said. There was something underlying in his tone of voice that told her he was not in an easy mood, even though the words implied something else.

“Uhm, what´s going on?” she asked with a raspy, newly woken voice.

He kept his eyes focused on the road and left her question unanswered.