Well this is the sequel to Run, since a few people wanted one. I couldn't find any appropriate songs to make it a song fic, so it will be a short story instead. Rating is for mild language and some sexual references.
I don't understand what has happened to me. I used to be so…happy. No, I think I do understand. Caitlyn was the only joy in my life. But she is gone. Taken by her so-called father when he found out I was with Riddick again. I pleaded with him to not tell anyone about Riddick, and thank god he still loved me enough to do that for me. He convinced the child custody court that the man I was now involved with wasn't good with children, and he feared for Caitlyn's safety and well-being. Of course, stupid me didn't have a defense against that. He moved with her to another city, and I haven't seen her in two years. Now I hate my life. I can't stop drinking. I come back to my empty apartment every night from the bar, drunker than hell. At least he is always there. To pick me up, take me home, and make sure I don't drink anymore.
There are nights when I don't remember what I did, don't remember how or when I came home. If I want to know, I just ask Riddick. He is never uncomfortable telling me anything. Every night is usually the same. I get off work, drive down to the bar, and after about 2 hours I'm drunk. An hour later, around 11 o'clock, Riddick would come, take me home, and watch over me while I slept it off. But last night was different.
"Jack, I came to take you home." He had showed up at the bar a little late, I was already more shit-faced then most of the men there.
"You can't make me leave. I am twenty…eight! years old! I can…I can stay here, if I wan...want to…" I was trying to stand up, but I fell on him, and began laughing hysterically. He held me up and stared into my eyes. If I had been sober it would have been a slightly special moment. He put my arm around his neck and lifted me off the floor.
"Why Richard I never knew you felt that way about me…" I smiled at him and he just gave me a disappointed look. He carried me out to the car and strapped me in on the passenger side. The drive home was a blur, I only remember walking into the apartment without my shoes on. He was carrying them for me, including my purse. While I was spinning around the room he dropped my stuff in a chair. I fell on the floor, and the thud of it caused the lamp on the table to wobble. Instead of trying to save it I watched as it fell and broke into dozens of pieces on the floor.
"Oops." I staggered to my feet and walked silky over to Riddick who was setting up the coffee pot in the kitchen. "You know Richard, I've always found you…very sexy." He pushed me away when I tried to kiss him.
"Jack, you need to go to bed." In a flash he picked me up and carried me to my bedroom.
"Oh, down to business then is it?" I lay on the bed in a very sultry position. He just stared at me with no emotion on his face. Then I hiked my dress up around my waist and fingered the waistline of my black thong. "Come on Riddick, you know you want to."
"I'm locking you in your room. You don't have to sleep, but I'm not letting you go anywhere." He walked out and closed my door. I scrambled to get to it before it locked, but as soon as I touched the handle I heard a 'click'. I put my ear on the door. "Why do you do this to yourself Jack?"
I woke up the next morning to find him sitting in the corner staring at me. It seemed all the lights in my apartment were on low, and only slivers of light could be seen behind the window blinds. His goggles were on the nightstand next to me. I was still in my dress and the sheets were wrapped around me as if I had tried to strangle myself with them in the night. I wouldn't be surprised if that was the case; I had tried to kill myself a few months earlier. But he managed to stop me.
"You like watching me sleep Riddick?" I said as I rubbed my eyes. I sat up when he handed me a cup of coffee. As I blew the steam away he sat next to me on the bed. I eyed him while I sipped my coffee. He just sat there looking back at me, nothing discernable on his face.
"Do you remember last night?
"Yes. And I'm sorry for the way I acted, I…I didn't mean it." I sighed. I set the cup down on the nightstand. He pulled back slightly so I could stand up and go to my closet. I grabbed a pair of blue jeans and a tight black t-shirt and headed into the bathroom. "I heard what you said after you locked my door last night," I called from the bathroom. The rustle of sheets could be heard, he was straightening my bed for me. I fixed my hair into a ponytail and sprayed on some of my favorite perfume. He wasn't in my room anymore when I came out. I discovered him in the kitchen; he wasn't doing anything, just leaning against the counter.
"So what are your plans for the day?" he asked me abruptly. I ignored his question for a few minutes while I got myself a bowl of cereal.
"Well I gotta go to work in about…" I checked my calendar, and then the clock to be sure. "2 hours. I'll get off at about 5 p.m., and then I have to go to the store to pick up a few things. At about 7 o'clock, I have to go to…my second job." He slowly crossed him arms and cocked his head at me. I knew that any second he would say something, and then it would get awkward between us. More then it already was. I quickly finished my cereal and put the bowl in the sink.
"What do you mean, 2nd job? I know for a fact that you make enough money to support yourself, pay child support to that fucker, and still have money left over, with just the one job. What the hell are you doing?" He was angry, and he had good reason to be. For all he knew, I was prostitute. But I wasn't.
"Look, I just need something to occupy my time. I don't have anything else, and you know that." I felt myself beginning to cry, but I held it in the best I could.
"So you get a 2nd job, because you have nothing else to do. And yet you still go to that goddamned bar every fucking night!" He was shouting at me now, and I couldn't handle it, especially since I had a slight hangover.
"You don't have to fucking shout at me! I can do whatever the hell I want with my life. Now get out." I lowered my voice for the last part. I had never, ever told him to get out. I just let him come and go as he pleased. But not anymore.
"Tell me what it is you do at this "2nd job" and I will." He uncrossed his arms and moved closer to me. So close, I could almost feel the anger radiating off of him.
"Its none of your business. It's not important anyway. Now please. Get out." I couldn't bear to look into those silver eyes, those cold, unmerciful eyes. I turned away and walked back into my room. I came back with his goggles and threw them at him. "Just leave."
"No." that was all he needed to say. I walked up and slapped him as hard as I could. He was slightly shocked. I stomped into my room and shoved the vanity in front of my door, barricading it. I listened for a long time, waiting for him to leave. But I never heard the door, or any window open. I waited in my room until it was time for me to go to work. I slipped my shoes on, grabbed my purse, and pushed the vanity back into place. I had to squint my eyes slightly when the light him them. All the blinds were open, and Riddick was nowhere to be seen. There was however, a note attached to my front door. 'I'll be watching you," was all it said.
So what does everyone think? Should I continue with this? If I do, then I will hardly ever update my other story until this one is finished.