Unavoidable Secrets 9
Summary: The final showdown. Or is that too dramatic?
Rating: R. Although I'm not really sure why anymore...still, what's done is done as they say.
Disclaimer: Nada, rien, nothing except Dave belongs to me. Except in my dreams...sigh.
Author's Notes: No exams this week, so that equals more time to write. I think this will be the penultimate chapter but that isn't definite yet because I haven't finished writing Chapter 10 yet, so I don't know how long it will be. Whichever, you'll be the first to find out!
#2, Warning, this chapter is short. Mainly because I'm rubbish at action and better at emotional stuff, which doesn't say much. Imitation of life some may say. but there you go. The next chapter will be longer, I promise.
Thank You's: To everyone that's reviewed millions of times (slight exaggeration) cos it means a lot. Thanks!
Tommy, Kim and Zack exchanged scared glances, before Kim beckoned them into the far corner of the room and said, quickly and quietly,
"Zack, grab the cordless phone. You and I will go in the bathroom and ring the police. Tommy-" her gaze flickered onto him. She didn't know what he had heard and was petrified what would happen when he and Dave came face to face, but this was the only way. "You distract him, keep him talking and don't try anything, he's stronger than he looks. If he looks as though he will try something, try to say 'Tic Tac' and I'll come in."
"Kim, no, I won't have you in there," Tommy tried to say, then paused. "Tic tac? Why?"
"I don't know, just offer him one or something," Kim said. "And don't try to talk me out of this one, I'll be fine...we'll be fine." Zack grabbed the cordless phone and headed towards the bathroom. "Be careful, and I'll probably see you in a minute." The two of them headed into the bathroom and Tommy took a deep breath, trying to repress the urge to kill the scrawny little weed. However he was obviously not going to get much time to reflect, as Dave didn't seem to be a patient person judging by the persistent knocking on the door. Mentally saying sorry to his mother for what he wanted to do to Dave Curtis, he opened the door.
Dave was a couple of inches shorter than Tommy, and nowhere near as heavily built. However, Tommy finally understood why Kim had been so intimidated by him, there was a certain attitude about him that screamed 'come near me and live to regret it'.
He obviously hadn't bargained on meeting someone other than Kim or Zack open the door, saying contemptuously,
"Who the hell are you?"
"I think I should be the one asking that question, you turning up uninvited as you are."
"I'm sure that, whoever you are, you know why I'm here," Dave said smoothly.
"I thought that Jehovah's witnesses visited on Sundays, and they're normally a lot more polite than you are currently being." Tommy said, desperately playing for time. He didn't want to have to bring Kim out into this, but he was beginning to think he was going to have to. Dave merely rolled his eyes at the sarcastic comment, and replied,
"I'm here to see Kim, so if you don't mind cutting the chit-chat short-" He nade to push past Tommy, but his opponent's muscular frame filled the doorframe, and he wasn't about to make way for a stalker to enter his apartment.
"You must have the wrong apartment, I don't know any Kim. I think you'll find you're wasting your time here, so why don't you move along?"
"I saw her come into this apartment two days ago, and she hasn't ventured out since. Hell, I even saw her go into Tullo's. I knew she was there a long time before she and the other guy noticed me and decided to scarper."
Much as he would deny it in front of any of his friends, family or anyone who had ever known him, Tommy was officially starting to panic. The reason for this was simple, he had just spotted a suspicious-looking bulge in Dave's right trouser pocket, and while he could deal with punches and blows, bullets weren't such an easy option for him. Again he tried his best to send a mental message, this time to Kim, asking her to forgive him for what he was about to do to her, saying desperately,
"Sure I can't offer you a Tic-Tac while you're waiting for whomever it is?"
* * *
Kim promptly got up from her seat in the bathtub, and said "I think that's my cue, Zack-man."
"What are you planning, Kim?" Zack asked. He'd had to restrain Kim from finding Dave the day that they left Florida, and he knew that this would involve seeking revenge for the three years of her life that she had wasted on him.
"I have absolutely no idea," Kim admitted ruefully. "I just wish that I'd paid more attention when you guys were learning martial arts."
"Just hold on until the police get here. They said that they'd be here in five minutes at the most."
"Yeah, okay. I'll yell out 'flying frisbees' if I get into trouble, all right?" Kim asked, and slipped out of the room to face her nemesis for what she hoped would be the last time. She left Zack behind, silently praying that his two friends could take care of themselves.
* * *
"Well well, little lady. We finally meet again," Dave leered, catching sight of Kim emerging from the bathroom. "It's been too long."
"Too long since you put me in hospital for three days by stabbing me in the leg? Thanks for the sentiment," Kim snarled, "but can we make it quick? I have a new guy waiting for me in the bathtub."
Suddenly Dave made his move, he blindsided Tommy, rushed past him and grabed Kim by the neck, keeping her in a stranglehold. With his other hand, he grabbed the one weapon that he could use to his advantage, his trusted gun. Holding it to Kim's head, he warned,
"Try anything, and the gun will get you too. I may love her, but I wouldn't put it past me to kill those who close to her, or her either for that matter."
Tommy stood where he was, quickly taking in the situation. He looked at Kim, whose eyes were pleading with him to keep Dave talking.
"Okay, let's get this part of it over with. What the hell do you want with her?" Tommy asked.
The eternal question. Why did Dave Curtis have such an unquenchable fixation with Kim Hart? Tommy could easily understood how Dave had fallen in love with her, he himself had done it six years ago and had never given it up. But why the burning obsession, the need to have her everywhere he was?
"Because I love her," he said in a marginally softer voice. "If only she could see that she's my world..."
"Then why did you try to control me?" Kim rasped;breathing was not coming easily for her. "I would have stayed in Florida with you if you hadn't become so controlling, and you weren't so clingy all the time to me." Her eyes met Tommy's again, desperately trying to convey to him that this wasn't true. It was a lie, she had wanted to come home-to Tommy- even before the whole mess had started. Tommy gave the slightest of nods, and Kim knew that he understood.
"I wanted you to be mine, not anyone else's. You were always talkign about how you missed California, how you missed your friends. I wanted you to want to be with me!" Unconsciously his hand regained its original pressure on Kim's neck, and she sighed inwardly. She had a plan forming in the depths of her mind, but she needed the pressure to be lessened. They would have to keep him talking for a little while longer once more.
"You were my whole world, of course you were," Kim said wistfully, praying to God that she sounded convincing. "All I wanted was to be with you, I always thought that you knew that. But I couldn't... I can't put up with you always wanting to know where I am like you were before."
The moment she had been waiting for finally came. He noticeably lessend the pressure on her neck, and she immediately twisted out of his iron grip and kicked the gun out of his hand.
Tommy sprang forward to cllect the gun from where it had fallen on the parquet floor, but Dave was there, and surprisingly strong for his build. KIm grabbed Dave's arm, desperately trying to get him away from the gun, but it was too late. Somehow, someway, the gun went off in the midst of the three, just in the same moment as the police burst through the still open door, five minutes late as normal.
Zack raced into the family room after hearing the unmistakeable sound of a gunshot, to see what looked like a complete warzone. He moved closer, and had to surpress a yell when he saw who was laying motionless on the floor, a pool of red slowly growing around them...
Quick Note: Ok I'm mean. So sue me! ( Except don't, I'd have to raid my piggy bank) Expect the next -and probably last- chapter soon.
Summary: The final showdown. Or is that too dramatic?
Rating: R. Although I'm not really sure why anymore...still, what's done is done as they say.
Disclaimer: Nada, rien, nothing except Dave belongs to me. Except in my dreams...sigh.
Author's Notes: No exams this week, so that equals more time to write. I think this will be the penultimate chapter but that isn't definite yet because I haven't finished writing Chapter 10 yet, so I don't know how long it will be. Whichever, you'll be the first to find out!
#2, Warning, this chapter is short. Mainly because I'm rubbish at action and better at emotional stuff, which doesn't say much. Imitation of life some may say. but there you go. The next chapter will be longer, I promise.
Thank You's: To everyone that's reviewed millions of times (slight exaggeration) cos it means a lot. Thanks!
Tommy, Kim and Zack exchanged scared glances, before Kim beckoned them into the far corner of the room and said, quickly and quietly,
"Zack, grab the cordless phone. You and I will go in the bathroom and ring the police. Tommy-" her gaze flickered onto him. She didn't know what he had heard and was petrified what would happen when he and Dave came face to face, but this was the only way. "You distract him, keep him talking and don't try anything, he's stronger than he looks. If he looks as though he will try something, try to say 'Tic Tac' and I'll come in."
"Kim, no, I won't have you in there," Tommy tried to say, then paused. "Tic tac? Why?"
"I don't know, just offer him one or something," Kim said. "And don't try to talk me out of this one, I'll be fine...we'll be fine." Zack grabbed the cordless phone and headed towards the bathroom. "Be careful, and I'll probably see you in a minute." The two of them headed into the bathroom and Tommy took a deep breath, trying to repress the urge to kill the scrawny little weed. However he was obviously not going to get much time to reflect, as Dave didn't seem to be a patient person judging by the persistent knocking on the door. Mentally saying sorry to his mother for what he wanted to do to Dave Curtis, he opened the door.
Dave was a couple of inches shorter than Tommy, and nowhere near as heavily built. However, Tommy finally understood why Kim had been so intimidated by him, there was a certain attitude about him that screamed 'come near me and live to regret it'.
He obviously hadn't bargained on meeting someone other than Kim or Zack open the door, saying contemptuously,
"Who the hell are you?"
"I think I should be the one asking that question, you turning up uninvited as you are."
"I'm sure that, whoever you are, you know why I'm here," Dave said smoothly.
"I thought that Jehovah's witnesses visited on Sundays, and they're normally a lot more polite than you are currently being." Tommy said, desperately playing for time. He didn't want to have to bring Kim out into this, but he was beginning to think he was going to have to. Dave merely rolled his eyes at the sarcastic comment, and replied,
"I'm here to see Kim, so if you don't mind cutting the chit-chat short-" He nade to push past Tommy, but his opponent's muscular frame filled the doorframe, and he wasn't about to make way for a stalker to enter his apartment.
"You must have the wrong apartment, I don't know any Kim. I think you'll find you're wasting your time here, so why don't you move along?"
"I saw her come into this apartment two days ago, and she hasn't ventured out since. Hell, I even saw her go into Tullo's. I knew she was there a long time before she and the other guy noticed me and decided to scarper."
Much as he would deny it in front of any of his friends, family or anyone who had ever known him, Tommy was officially starting to panic. The reason for this was simple, he had just spotted a suspicious-looking bulge in Dave's right trouser pocket, and while he could deal with punches and blows, bullets weren't such an easy option for him. Again he tried his best to send a mental message, this time to Kim, asking her to forgive him for what he was about to do to her, saying desperately,
"Sure I can't offer you a Tic-Tac while you're waiting for whomever it is?"
* * *
Kim promptly got up from her seat in the bathtub, and said "I think that's my cue, Zack-man."
"What are you planning, Kim?" Zack asked. He'd had to restrain Kim from finding Dave the day that they left Florida, and he knew that this would involve seeking revenge for the three years of her life that she had wasted on him.
"I have absolutely no idea," Kim admitted ruefully. "I just wish that I'd paid more attention when you guys were learning martial arts."
"Just hold on until the police get here. They said that they'd be here in five minutes at the most."
"Yeah, okay. I'll yell out 'flying frisbees' if I get into trouble, all right?" Kim asked, and slipped out of the room to face her nemesis for what she hoped would be the last time. She left Zack behind, silently praying that his two friends could take care of themselves.
* * *
"Well well, little lady. We finally meet again," Dave leered, catching sight of Kim emerging from the bathroom. "It's been too long."
"Too long since you put me in hospital for three days by stabbing me in the leg? Thanks for the sentiment," Kim snarled, "but can we make it quick? I have a new guy waiting for me in the bathtub."
Suddenly Dave made his move, he blindsided Tommy, rushed past him and grabed Kim by the neck, keeping her in a stranglehold. With his other hand, he grabbed the one weapon that he could use to his advantage, his trusted gun. Holding it to Kim's head, he warned,
"Try anything, and the gun will get you too. I may love her, but I wouldn't put it past me to kill those who close to her, or her either for that matter."
Tommy stood where he was, quickly taking in the situation. He looked at Kim, whose eyes were pleading with him to keep Dave talking.
"Okay, let's get this part of it over with. What the hell do you want with her?" Tommy asked.
The eternal question. Why did Dave Curtis have such an unquenchable fixation with Kim Hart? Tommy could easily understood how Dave had fallen in love with her, he himself had done it six years ago and had never given it up. But why the burning obsession, the need to have her everywhere he was?
"Because I love her," he said in a marginally softer voice. "If only she could see that she's my world..."
"Then why did you try to control me?" Kim rasped;breathing was not coming easily for her. "I would have stayed in Florida with you if you hadn't become so controlling, and you weren't so clingy all the time to me." Her eyes met Tommy's again, desperately trying to convey to him that this wasn't true. It was a lie, she had wanted to come home-to Tommy- even before the whole mess had started. Tommy gave the slightest of nods, and Kim knew that he understood.
"I wanted you to be mine, not anyone else's. You were always talkign about how you missed California, how you missed your friends. I wanted you to want to be with me!" Unconsciously his hand regained its original pressure on Kim's neck, and she sighed inwardly. She had a plan forming in the depths of her mind, but she needed the pressure to be lessened. They would have to keep him talking for a little while longer once more.
"You were my whole world, of course you were," Kim said wistfully, praying to God that she sounded convincing. "All I wanted was to be with you, I always thought that you knew that. But I couldn't... I can't put up with you always wanting to know where I am like you were before."
The moment she had been waiting for finally came. He noticeably lessend the pressure on her neck, and she immediately twisted out of his iron grip and kicked the gun out of his hand.
Tommy sprang forward to cllect the gun from where it had fallen on the parquet floor, but Dave was there, and surprisingly strong for his build. KIm grabbed Dave's arm, desperately trying to get him away from the gun, but it was too late. Somehow, someway, the gun went off in the midst of the three, just in the same moment as the police burst through the still open door, five minutes late as normal.
Zack raced into the family room after hearing the unmistakeable sound of a gunshot, to see what looked like a complete warzone. He moved closer, and had to surpress a yell when he saw who was laying motionless on the floor, a pool of red slowly growing around them...
Quick Note: Ok I'm mean. So sue me! ( Except don't, I'd have to raid my piggy bank) Expect the next -and probably last- chapter soon.
