Chapter Six

The next morning Leslie walked into the room, which Sydney was being held. She had spent two hours getting ready. Most of it trying to cover up the fact that she had been crying most of the night and the rest closing her eyes but not sleeping. Andrew was so good about what she was going through. He would hold and tell everything would work out. Then she saw Sydney pacing. When she saw Leslie, she stopped.

"Where in the hell did you take him." She in a thundering voice.

"Good-morning to you to sister dearest. I do hope that you do not wake up like this every morning." Leslie said with a grin.

"Only when I am being held against my will."

"Does this happen often to you?"

"NO!"

"Oh well whatever. We took Mr. Vaughn to another room. We can not have our guests in the same room. I am sorry about that."

"Guests? We are Prisoners not damn guests."

"Well you can call what you are here, anything you want." Leslie said in a cool voice. "So how did you sleep."

"Horrible, not that you care."

"That is where you are wrong I do care. You are my sister.mean half-sister. But do trust me, your precious Vaughn is fine."

"Why are you here then?"

"I wanted to get to know you."

"Please you do not want to know about me you just want Information."

"Well that to, but we have plenty of time to get to that. I would really like to get to know you. I will even make a deal with you. You can ask me a question about myself, which has nothing to work that is. Then I will ask you a question."

"Fine Dammit."

"Well ask away."

"Why are involved with Sark."

"Please call him Andrew. Would you like the short version or long?"

"Well I have noting else to do so why don't we go with the long one."

"Okay well it all started when I was fifteen and he came to work with my mother. I had already finish school, that is including collage, which I was already done with when I was 12. I was working at the office. I did not become field agent until I was eighteen. I had a huge crush on him. I mean who wouldn't, that accent and those eyes.oh well enough about that. When I was eighteen I had a very hard break up so my mother sent me to France for a vacation. My father and me had never got along. He never wanted me. I got in the way. He wanted my mom to himself. When I was Sixteen he told me the only reason he truly did not like me because I was weak and now that I wasn't he wanted to become my father that he never was to me. I was so happy I thought I was going burst. This was my birthday present from him. It was the best one I had ever got. It was always what I wished for when I blew out my candles. Him and my mom were working out their problems and I thought we would become the family I always wanted to have. The kind my friends had. It was all going great. I mean we all would sit down for dinner. Talk and thing like that. When I got back from France. He did something unthinkable. He came up to my room after him and my mom had a fight and he was drunk." Leslie stop trying to gain her control.

"He didn't did he?" Sydney asked in a horrified voice.

"Let me finish. He came up to my room and pushed me on to my bed and started to tear off my cloths want back but he was 6'5'' and weighed 300 pounds solid muscles. I was no match for him. Not to mention I was in shock. The lucky thing was that Andrews's apartment was right next to my bedroom. He heard me screaming and came running in my room and got my father off me and knocked him out. He gather me in his arms and held me as I cried. By this time, my mother had came in. She just stared at my father and me. That was when Andrew spoke up and said if you don't kill him, I will with pleasure. That was when my mother pulled her gun out and shot him in the head and called some men to come and get him. Andrew pulled off his sweater and put it on me. All my cloths were ripped and tattered. He picked me up and carried me to the car and my mother drove us to the hospital. He held me all the way there. He stayed in the room until I was ready to come home. He was they only one I would see. They made me get a test done to make sure my father did not get very far. That was when my crush became love. When he told me that he loved me was the next week. I thought it was just because he was sorry for me but he said that he had been in love since I was sixteen but he couldn't Tel me until I was older and as they say the rest is history."

"Oh my god I am sorry."

"I am over it now." Leslie said. But, Sydney could tell by her eyes that it still hurt her and it had left scares. "Since you asked me about my boyfriend you will not mind if I asked you about yours."