Holiday in Handcuffs

Chap4: Creepy Eyes


JPOV

I whistled as I made my way back to my car; I was in a good mood and couldn't wait for dinner. When I reached the car my driver opened the door for me.

"Today is a beautiful day isn't it?"-I couldn't help ask him I was so giddy; he smiled his agreement or rather hid his annoyance since this is the fourth time I've asked him today, before closing my door. On the drive to the restaurant I kept checking my watch even though we were on schedule and the time wasn't passing any faster with me checking the time every two minutes.

"We're here sir."-he announced before getting out to open my door.

"Make sure everything back at the house is in order. I want everything today to be perfect until our heads hit the pillow."-I smiled, pat him on the back and walked up to the restaurant door almost skipping.

Once inside I gave my name and was immediately led to my table and ignored the looks the female patrons were giving me just as I've always done since meeting Bella, my Bella. I sighed dreamily as I looked over the menu and couldn't help but pluck the engagement ring I'd just picked up from the jewelers from my pocket, just to make sure it was still there and because I couldn't believe the time had actually come. Tonight I'd propose to her, my Bella. Even though she all but demanded I propose sooner rather than later and told me the price range it had better be in and how big and what cut the diamonds should be and where I should propose and what color to wear, this would completely catch her off guard, shocking her and I couldn't wait.

I gave one more dreamy sigh, but then gave a manly coughed to cover it when the men sitting at the table across from me wrinkled their faces, looking at me funny. I put the box back into my pocket and adjusted my suit jacket and continued looking over the menu not even hungry; I'm too excited! I was just looking over the main courses when I heard a loud thud from the kitchen door and looked over to see a pink shoe sticking in the air before dropping; a woman must've fell. I jumped up ready to help her, but the staff in the kitchen had already run over to her. When she shouted from the floor she was good I sat back down and shrugged it off.

I decided not to order. Bella would want to see what it is I was ordering and change it if she didn't like it. She's so cute worrying about what I eat and ordering my food or throwing out everything in my refrigerator and restocking it with...healthy foods; always looking out for me that one. After a moment I felt eyes on me and looked around the restaurant but didn't see anyone staring, so ignored the feeling of being watched.

After another minute passed I couldn't shake the feeling, so I tapped my fingers as I casually looked around the restaurant and almost jumped when I saw a pair of eyes peeking at me through the kitchen door. I stiffly turned back around and debated on asking for a seat change or calling security. Deciding to just ignore it, I ordered a glass of wine. A couple of minutes after the waitress took my order, I felt eyes on me again and pretended to brush something off my shoulder and looked over at the kitchen door again, seeing two sets of eyes staring at me this time. When one of the sets of eyes saw me looking they disappeared behind the door but those creepy eyes from before remained a little longer before abruptly pulling back. I looked around to see if anyone else noticed but they were all eating and chatting.

Thankfully my waitress came back over with my drink because I really needed it; I didn't miss the fact her eyes matched a pair of the eyes that were just watching me. I nervously took my glass with a shaky hand that shook so much I spilled a little wine on myself.

"Oh I'm so sorry sir let me help y-"

"No no that's not necessary, besides it was my fault! I'll just go wipe it out in the bathroom before it stains!"-I said jumping up. She might not own the very creepy eyes, but she still had watched me so there is no way in hell she's touching me.

I quickly walked towards the restrooms and smiled at the attendant before taking off my jacket and began cleaning up. I hummed to myself as I once again pulled the ring from my pocket and smiled on another happy sigh.

"Ah, proposing to the love of your life?"-the attendant asked as I dabbed my jacket dry; I smiled and put it back on.

"Yes, finally after two years together I'm making her the Mrs."-I said with pride; he chuckled nodding.

"When you know you know; that feeling in your gut won't stop flipping and your mind won't stop thinking about her. Her eyes will make you feel like you're under a spell, a spell you never want to be broken. You don't need her to hint it to you or have people start asking when, you just know and it feels right. I knew my old lady was the one when I couldn't go one day without seeing her and when I gave up Sunday night football so she could watch her stories. I really knew she was the one when I lost everything in one of the many recessions and she moved me in her home and took care of me until I got back on my feet. I rushed out and bought the biggest ring I could find when my stock went up and never looked back. That's how you really know, they sacrifice for you and when they stick with you no matter what. My Donna, she stuck with me."-he said lost in his memory with the biggest smile a man could wear when thinking of his love.

I gave a small smile, frowning when I thought about Bella and I's love. I always give up things for her but I can't ever remember her giving up or postponing anything for me, not even a nail appointment. I'm always the one to make sacrifices and I'm not completely confident she wouldn't leave me in a heartbeat if I dropped one zero in my bank account. She goes weeks without any contact and most of the time I'm relieved rather than upset like a man about to propose should feel. And sometimes I feel like I'm looking at the devil or the White Witch from Narnia when looking in her eyes.

"Good luck son. I'm sure she's an amazing gal, not my Donna but amazing all the same."-he smiled and pat me on the back. I forgot I was even still standing in the bathroom and brushed of my negative thoughts and doubts suddenly consuming me and tipped him a hundred. He was nice and I'm sure he's only working here because his wife was tired of him since he retired.

"Thank you and buy your wife something nice on me."-I winked and he waved.

"Will do!"-he called and I chuckled and walked out into the hall lost in thought about proposing, but as I got near the side kitchen door I felt those eyes again and my heart rate sped up as I slowly stopped and looked to my left to see those eyes! I jumped before I could stop myself.

"Hi,"-the voice whispered and my eyes widened.

"Uh…"-I drawled at a loss of what to do. All I could see were those eyes, those creepy eyes, nothing else as she or whoever hid behind the door.

"How tall are you, is that an Armani suit, and what are your plans for Christmas?"-the voice asked and I sputtered and slowly went around the door where the crazy person lurked. The door opened more slightly when I passed and I gave a low sound of surprise and alarm.

"No don't go I need you."-the voice whispered desperately and I sped away before whoever it was could reach out and grab me or something. I raced back to my seat and guzzled what was left of my wine then called the waitress over for another. I won't drink anymore because I don't want to propose to Bella drunk, but I needed this last one.

While waiting for the waiter for the bartender to pour my drink, my waitress Rebecca kept whispering into the door and shaking her head, stealing glances at me. That's not good; creepy eyes must be talking to her. She shook her head once more before grabbing my drink and came back over. I felt a little better knowing whatever creepy eyes told her she disagreed with so she can't be completely creepy.

"Here you go sir."-she said sweetly while shaking her head probably thinking of creepy eyes. I nodded and sipped my drink. After a few sips, suddenly something bumped into me, spilling my whine on my shirt again.

"Wonderful,"-I sighed just as a person holding a menu that blocked their face, raced towards the restrooms.

"You can't have to take a shit that bad."-I mumbled to myself as I stood and made my way back to the restrooms. I walked cautiously, hoping to escape those eyes.

"I need you."-a voice, that voice, said and I froze.

"Look whoever you are I don't know what exactly it is you need from me but I can't help you."-I said.

Suddenly the door burst open with a…woman? Goodness what was wrong with her? I screamed and jumped, smacking into the wall. She looked…awful. Her hair was, is that even hair? She had on the ugliest outfit I'd ever seen, her face was twitching and her one of her shoes was pitifully held together by duct tape.

"I need you to come with me."-she smiled with her face twitching.

"Hell no!"-I exclaimed and her face dropped and for a second I felt bad, a second.

"But, but I need you to come with me to the cabin to meet my parents."-she said desperate.

"Why the hell would I go with you anywhere? I'd never be seen again you'd probably eat me or offer me up as a sacrifice to your cult leader or something."-I said and her sad desperate face, that I hate to admit and have no idea how but I thought it was kind of cute, fell for a second and I almost recanted. But, then her face turned angry, she was hot when she was angry if you looked past the smudges on her face, her fossil hair her great great great grandmother's dress, and face started twitching. Her crazy must be rubbing off on me if I was thinking this.

"What did you just say?"-she grounded out as she slowly crept towards me with a limp as if I was a prey she was about to pounce on. I pressed against the wall as much as possible; I tried to make a dash for the bathroom but her hand shot out, slammed me against the wall and boxed me in. I'm going to die in the hallway of a restaurant by a crazy woman.

"Don't you ever say that again."-she hissed

"Well if you weren't crazy and scary as hell I wouldn't have had to! Get off of me lady!"-I exclaimed and debated on screaming for help, risking a spot on my man card. She pounded her hand beside my head and I jumped and squealed; whelp there goes the spot.

"I need you to come with me to the cabin for Christmas to meet my parents. They expect me to show up with this handsome, rich, successful guy. If I show up alone I'll never hear the end of it! My family will start butting in even more, criticizing me and trying to match me with their friends' sons!"-she exclaimed

"Why the hell would they expect you to show up with anybody especially a man?"-I asked; they thought she could get somebody? What are they on?

"Because I was supposed to show up with my boyfriend, but now I can't."-she said looking hurt, then angry, then desperate. Damn she seriously needs help.

"You actually have a boyfriend?"-I asked shocked and she glared at me something fierce and stood over me; damn she's tall…and scary.

"Yes I have, had, a boyfriend but we decided to go our separate ways."-she said

"Shocker,"-I scoffed and she slammed me against the wall by my collar; damn she's strong too!

"You are coming with me and you're going to pretend to be my nice, charming boyfriend who dotes on me. Am I clear?"-she hissed, face twitching. I swallowed and was tempted to nod, but then remembered I'm a man, a man a head taller than this crazy woman. I grabbed her arms and flipped our positions. She gasped and I leaned in but paused when I smelled her. Damn she smelled good; I felt myself about to close my eyes and inhale but shook my head clearing it.

"I don't know you, don't want to know you, and I sure as hell am not going to actually get in a car and go somewhere with you. I see why your boyfriend dumped you."-I said

"It was mutual!"-she shouted and I gave a skeptical look; she mumbled to herself not looking me in the eye.

"I'm sure your family won't be surprised you show up alone."-I said and she looked hurt for a second and I felt a ping to my gut and wanted to apologize but reminded myself she had me pinned to the wall a second ago and that she was crazy; those eyes got creepy again but full of fire too. We just glared at each other for a second with me noticing with a little, a lot, of work she might actually be slightly presentable; if only in looks. Before she could speak I backed away and went to the bathroom.

"Back again?"-the attendant chuckled as I cleaned up.

"Yeah I spilled again."-I sighed

"It's just the nerves it happens to the best of us. I was so nervous I dropped the ring down a drain and had to fish it out with a wire hanger. That's just more signs she's the one."-he reassured me. I just smiled deciding not to tell him about the psychotic waitress; he works here so he might know her or be crazy himself.

"You really love your wife."-I said as I did a once over; he just couldn't stop talking about her. I mean I love Bella but I can go two minutes without gushing over her. But it was still pretty amazing that after all these years he still regarded her in such a way.

"Yes I do. If it wasn't for her stubbornness and always challenging me I wouldn't be the man I am today. Trust me in sixty years you'll be the same way."-he chuckled and I smiled and bid him goodbye. I was so lost in thought, again because of the old guy what is with the workers at this restaurant, that I forgot all about her.

I paused and looked up to see her standing in the middle of the hall with her arms hanging stiffly by her sides. She squinted her eyes at me and squared her shoulders; I did the same. It looked like a standoff in one of Clint Eastwood Western movies.

"You're coming with me."-she said taking a step forward.

"No I'm not."-I said doing the same. This is s bazar; I was actually beginning to be entertained by this crazy woman.

"Last chance pretty boy."-she smirked as she took another step forward and wiggled her fingers.

"I am not a pretty boy! I'm ruggedly handsome and the answer is still no."-I exclaimed taking another step. I'm a lot of things: gorgeous, devilishly good looking, but pretty I am not; that's for girly men or men who look like women, I'm all man. We stood there glaring at each other before I decided I'd had enough.

"This was fun and all but I think I'll get back to my table where other sane people are."-I said and took a step to the left but she did the same. I paused then moved to the right and she followed; I faked left and right a few times and she did the same. This was getting ridiculous. I sighed and walked right up to her and glared down at her; she stood there defiantly.

"Look you psycho I'm not coming with you and that's final. Now move it!"-I shouted; how no one has heard or seen us is amazing.

"No,"-she said jutting her chin out defiantly as she glared up at me.

"What are you going to do?"-I scoffed smirking; what was this woman, tiny in comparison going to do-

"I said you are coming with me."-she said low as she pressed something into my stomach. I looked down and my eyes widened when I saw what looked like a gun; it's old as hell but it's still a gun. She poked me with it and my eyes widened more. That's when I noticed there were a few blood spots and hair on her dress and her knuckles were bruised. How the hell did that get there and what happened to her hand? Oh my god what the hell did I get myself into!

"Start walking."-she hissed, face twitching as she pointed her chin towards the Emergency Exit. My mouth hung open as I turned around and slowly started walking. My goodness she really is crazy…and violent. I'm being kidnapped by a psycho waitress with fossil hair!


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