Lights
Hello Darlings! If you have found yourself in my story then its most likely because you love Jason Statham as much as I do! And you crave a story for him as much as I do! So I give you my new story 'Lights' because who doesn't want to love Lee Christmas? ^.~ Enjoy and please don't forget to review!
Disclaimer: I don't own The Expendables, Lights by Ellie Goulding or that other song that's in here that I just hear on the radio every once in a while… Anyway! Enjoy!
Chapter 1: Baby Girl
The low rumble of the engine of the powder blue Porsche fills the garage with echoes. The moment that I park I cut the engine and the headlights sending the garage into total and complete darkness. It's late, far later than I wanted to get here, the detour had put me about two hours behind schedule, since at one point, I got lost… I pull my overnight bag out of the back seat; I would take care of the rest of my luggage later. I get out of the car and after a moment my eyes adjust to the pitch black of the garage around me. I begin to walk in the general direction of the elevator, my heels clicking methodically on the concrete floor below. I pause in my journey when I hear a click that doesn't come from my shoes.
A low rough voice sounds from my right, "What are you doing in here?"
"Uncle Tool… put the gun down," I mutter exasperation as I pop the gum in my mouth turning to face his general direction.
"Baby girl?" he questions before I hear a scramble to turn the overhead light on. I hear a few bangs before the familiar click of a light switch being flicked.
The garage is flooded with light as Uncle Tool comes walking out of the back office, this time there is no gun in sight and in its place is a large grin as he comes lumbering toward me.
"Hey Uncle Tool," I say with a smile as I put my bag down and return the hug that I've been enveloped in.
"Baby Girl what are you doing here? It's 2:30 in the morning!"
"Well I'm moving down this way and I thought that you wouldn't mind if I stayed with you for a few days until I can get my own place? As for getting in this late… there was a detour… then I got lost…"
"Why didn't you call?"
"Phones dead… that's why I got lost…"
He chuckled, letting out a deep full bellied laugh that I had known since my childhood. It's comforting…
"You can stay here as long as you like Baby Girl."
"Thanks Uncle Tool…"
"No problem Baby Girl."
"Uncle Barney around?"
"Him and the boys are on a mission, he should be back in a few days."
"Oh that's right… I keep forgetting that he's got another team. Will I get to meet them?"
"When they get back you should," he says as he grabs my bag and I follow him over to the elevator and into the upper level where his house is.
"They are always hanging around here, you would think they didn't have a house with all the time they spend her."
I laugh openly at his annoyed expression, mostly because I know as much as he pretend to not like it, he loves it. He hates being by himself, it gives him too much time to get lost in his own head full of nightmares.
The place hasn't changed since my last visit several years ago. There are several paintings lining the walls, many of them his own doing. The old black leather sofa and love seat are situated before a large screen TV and off to the side there is a door that leads to the kitchen. The appliances aren't up the date or the newest model, but they work fine and are kept clean. I glace over and see a flight of stairs leading up to the next level where I know the bedrooms are. I follow him up and turn to the right where a guest bedroom is.
I smile as look around the room, it's pretty simple, just a bed, night stand, chest of drawers and dresser all done in a deep mahogany finish. On one wall there is a beautifully painted guitar, black with a cherry blossom design painted on it. Another painting hangs over the bed and I smile even more. The painting depicts a young girl with deep brown chocolate colored hair and bright blue eyes. The girl is made even more alluring by the fact that situated in her right hand is a throwing knife and her piercing stare is focused on something that we cannot see. The wind is blowing about her and the colors of the back ground are all mixed together, more a blur of color than anything definite. This contrasts with the girl, who is in sharp focus, the clothes she's wearing dark compared to the brighter tones around her. I smirk as I recognized my own portrait hanging over the bed.
"It's beautiful," I murmur as I turn away and look back at him.
"I've missed you Baby Girl… I hope you know that…"
"I do Uncle Tool, I do…" I say with a gentle smile as I try to hold back happy tears from memories long past, from a childhood spent perfecting the art of throwing knives and learning how to wield blades and guns of all kinds. It had all been a game at the time, but I had grown to understand that I wasn't just taught this because it was fun. What my dad did was dangerous and up until his retirement a few years ago we were all in quite a bit of danger. I wasn't just taught self-defense; I was taught how to survive.
"You get some sleep Baby Girl; I'll talk to you in the morning."
I merely nod as I turn away from the door as it shuts, exhausted from my trip, I quickly get ready for bed and practically fall into it.
I wake up the next morning and wander down the stairs. My brown cropped bob is messy from where I slept on it and the residue from the eye make-up that I couldn't scrub off is smudged even more around my eyes. I sigh as I sink into a chair at the kitchen table before my head falls onto the table being cradled by my arm.
"You're up early."
"I have a job interview in a few hours."
"Really now? Where at?"
"There's a buyers job at a local boutique that I'm hoping to get."
"Yeah… Lord knows you'll be good at that."
I rolled my eyes before spotting the pot of coffee on the counter. I hauled myself to my feet and slunk over to it where I poured myself a cup and drowned it in sugar and creamer.
"So… how long are you going to be in town for?"
"Depends."
"On what?"
"Whether or not I get this job."
"I'm sure you will Baby Girl, you can do anything. I always told you that," he says with a smile and a wink.
I really had missed Uncle Tool. He was my favorite person when I was growing up. Him and Uncle Barney had been on a team with my dad so they were always around. I always hoped that I could be even half as confident in myself as he is. Of course, it was Uncle Barney that really helped me gain confidence, because he showed me you didn't have to be loud to be confident. You could be quiet and command respect with your confidence if you needed to. I think it broke his and my dad's heart a little bit that I prefer knives to guns. That I was Uncle Tools prodigy; the Athena to his Zeus.
"I'm heading up to get ready. Imma grab an oatmeal on my way to the interview," I murmur in my half-awake stupor as I head up the stairs to get ready.
He just nods in reply as he continues to read the morning paper.
When I get out of the shower I put on my black slip before I grab my green chiffon dress and black and white stripped blazer. I pull on a pair of patterned tights and a pair of black heels before grabbing my bag and heading down to my car. I glace up to see Uncle Tool giving a tattoo to a skimpily dressed girl, her top lying on the chair that she was sitting in as he gave her tattoo down her back. He glanced up when I came down and gave me a guilty smile as he shamelessly flirts with the twenty something year old. I shoot him a disapproving look as I make my way over to my car.
"I'll be back soon Uncle Tool!" I yell behind me as I open the door to get in.
"You look beautiful Baby Girl! You're going to do fine!"
I flash him a smile of appreciation as I juggle my coffee thermos, purse, keys and iPod. When I'm finally all set I put the car into reverse and back carefully out of the garage before speeding off down the road. I keep the windows rolled up to keep my hair looking nice and the air on to keep the summer heat out of my car. I turn the music up and end up just thinking as I make my way toward the office of the boutique and online retailer that I'm applying for. I knew it was time to start over, after what happened in New York I couldn't bear to stay in that city.
You show the lights that stop me turn to stone
You shine It when I'm alone
And so I tell myself that I'll be strong
And dreaming when they're gone
My ring tone cuts through my thoughts and the overly peppy and upbeat pop princess that is belting out the newest hit on the radio. So call me…maybe! I roll my eyes at the lyrics before pulling my phone out of my purse situated on the passenger seat. I check the caller I.D. screen before frowning with displeasure.
'Cause they're calling, calling, calling me home
Calling, calling, calling home
You show the lights that stop me turn to stone
You shine It when I'm alone
Home
The name: Aria Heart appears on the screen.
With no hesitation I take my finger and slide the 'ignore' panel across the phone. The deep red arrow slicing through her name sends a wave of satisfaction coursing through my veins and a soft, almost sadistic smile to form on my face.
Noises, I play within my head
Tou-
The song ends abruptly before I set my phone down and continue on my way to my interview. I have to focus; I need this job more than anything, because I don't intend to go back. Not ever.
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