Sweet goodbye
Author: Natacha AKA Tashataz
Rating: NC-17 (MA) - Coarse Language, SexualityMurder of a character
Fandom: Knock around guys
Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to the movie or their characters. Any characters you do not recognize are out of my own twisted mind.
Pairing: Taylor Reese / OFC
Archive: At authors Sanctuary only (.com)
Summary: After leaving her boyfriend of 5 years, she tries to move on, but he won't let her. Can she finally put an end to their relationship?
Chapter 1:
Here I sit in complete boredom, watching my date eating his linguini Alfredo as if he had been starving for days. Sure he was handsome, if you like macho, Don Corlione wanna be. I had told myself that maybe if I look past the whole look and attitude maybe the date would be interesting. Once again, I went against my instinct and now I am bored out of my bloody mind.
Reaching out to grab my third glass of wine I looked over to the tables surrounding us. Couples and family's all of them enjoy themselves. I envied them. Gulping down the remaining red liquid, I rested the glass back on the table. I concentrated on the wine in my mouth. Bitter, sweet and warm as it made its way down my throat.
I smiled at him as if I was actually enjoying myself. Our conversation was none existent. He had picked me up at 7 PM, we drove in silence, entered the restaurant at 7:20Pm and now we are here, 2 hours later and not a single sentence longer than five words.
I tilted my head looking at him, trying to figure him out. If he asked me out on a date, why was he not talking to me? He seemed like a super guy at work, why was he now being a complete jerk. Then it dawned on me.
I slammed my hand on the table and looked right at him. Anger and rage burned in me. I could kill someone right now and would never feel an ounce of remorse. "When did he come see you?" I asked. I kept my gaze on him. Not letting him coward away.
I watched the muscles of his throat work his last bite of food down to his stomach. His eyes lifted to mine and froze. His jaw worked in frenzy under the skin. My rage grew at the sight before me.
"Yesterday afternoon. I swear B he came out of no where and threatened me to leave you alone or else…" He stuttered through the whole thing. His eyes lowered to his almost finished plate.
I shook my head. "Why didn't you tell me?" I asked. I knew the answer but for some reason my mouth just naturally asked without the consent of my brain. Typical!
"He told me not say anything to you. B, that guy was huge." He looked back up at me and I saw the fear in his eyes. It disgusted me. Sure, the man was big and looked like a serial killer, but for god sakes can some one stand up to him.
I stared at him not knowing what to do next. I stood up a few minutes later and threw my napkin down on the table. "Good night Alex. I will see you tomorrow." I honestly didn't know if I was actually going to go to work, but it was the only polite thing that came to mind.
I grabbed my jacket and purse and side stepped away from the bed and walked to the door. "Do you want me to bring you home?" I heard him ask.
I kept walking, never turning around to look at him. I was too angry with him, with myself. How could my life come to this? How could I let it?
I walked out of the restaurant; stopping I took a deep breath. I had to regain my composer. I watched the people on the street; couples stuck together, whispering in each other's ears, giggling at each other's words. Friends walking side-by-side, laughing, talking, yelling.
I shook my head and started to walk north. I buttoned up my jacket and lifted the collar to hide my ears. The cold winter winds were making their presence known in the city. I could feel the crunch of the snow under my heeled boots. The cold air was mercifully attacking my legs. I looked down at my black skirt and wished I had opted to wear pants.
I stuck my hands in my jacket and kept walking. Thoughts of what Alex said to me at diner flowed in my head. I had to end this, had to end this for good. My feet automatically speed up as if they had a mind of their own.
20 minutes later, I stood in front of my ex's apartment building. I looked over the names and raised my finger to one name in particular. I pressed the buzzer and waited impatiently.
No answer…