Chapter 11
The hotel was empty & I wondered what time it was. It was so bright & I could see his face clearly. He gave me a look, sort of like he was surprised.
Surprised to see me? Or do I look worse than I feel?
I slowly walked towards him. I nearly fell, but I caught myself. My back was tearing me apart. I didn't even know I was on the floor until Bayman helped me stand up. His hands wrapped around my arms in a tight grasp, but not tight enough to hurt me. I looked up at him as soon as I was up. He just looked back at me. His eyes were apathetic as always, but mine were lascivious. I wanted to feel him again. To touch every point of his body, to feel his arms around me, skin against skin just like before.
But Bayman didn't feel the same, I knew. He had something else on his mind. But I ignored this for now, laid my head on his shoulder, & wrapped my arms around his waist. He wasn't exactly soft, but just how I wanted him to feel. He wrapped his arms around me as well, putting his cheek on the back of my head. He was warm as always.
The next thing I knew, I was being carried up the stairs. I had my eyes closed the whole way, not caring where he took me. I was too tired & I just knew deep down that Bayman wouldn't do anything to me, as if I knew him too well. When I opened my eyes, I was on a bed in a dark room. The lights were out. I blinked a few times, trying to get use to the dark. I looked to my right to see Bayman, peering out the windows from behind the blinds, which was the only bit of light in the room.
What is he doing?
I said his name to get his attention, but he just told me to hush & that I shouldn't be speaking. I closed my eyes. Donovan's rival who had stopped me from completing my duty was right in front of my face. If I didn't do anything about it, I would be a traitor.
So I'm a traitor . . . I don't care anymore.
I knew Donovan would find about it sooner or late: that I just didn't just fail, because Bayman ran off with my victim & I was too injured to run off after him. He knew how I felt about Bayman. He probably sent someone to keep an eye on me, to make sure that I was doing my job.
Is he looking for someone?
I opened my eyes & looked over at Bayman. He was still at the window.
" A spy?" I asked him.
He said, "He's been watching us."
"What does he look like?"
"A tourist."
It was possible. But whose spy was he?
"Where is he?" I asked Bayman again, "Do you know who he's working for?"
He was muttering to himself, "He thinks he's sly, coming in as if he has a room here."
"What should we do? Go after him?"
"No. Something's going on. I'll have to hide you & wait till he comes near here."
"Hide me?!"
He must have thought I was completely helpless & I suppose I was, but I still wanted to help. I didn't like the thought of being helpless. I tried to sit up again, but Bayman grabbed me out of the bed & told me I was stubborn. The next thing I knew, I was in the closet on my knees, looking through the vent in the closet door. I could see Bayman standing next to the room door, waiting for the spy to try to get into the room, I suppose. I heard the doorknob click & I saw the door open slightly. A man's head peeked into the room & that was when Bayman elbowed the door, smashing the man's head. He cried out & fell to the floor. Bayman quickly dragged the man into the room & closed the door. I opened the closet door & watched as Bayman turned on the light then get on top of the man's back, holding him down before he recovered.
"Aw, that hurts!" the man screamed at Bayman, trying to get free.
He had a young voice.
Bayman held him down in some sort of hold I wasn't familiar with. But I could tell that the man was in pain. He kept screaming until Bayman covered up his mouth.
Is he the spy? This . . . kid?
I crawled over to them careful not to hurt my back. I studied him & noticed that he was young, around his late teens somewhere.
Bayman double-taked at me then nearly screamed, "What're you doing?! Get back in the closet!"
"Why?!" I said back, surprised that he was screaming at me.
"Forget it . . ."
He then turned his attention to the kid, uncovering his mouth as soon as he calmed down, "Who sent you?!"
The kid spit a couple of times then said, "What's it to you?"
That was when Bayman smashed his face into the floor. I heard him cry in pain again then whimper a bit.
"We'll try this again," Bayman began, "Who sent you?"
The kid hesitated before he answered, "Donovan."
Donovan . . .? Does he know what I've been doing . . .?
I looked up at Bayman & he looked at me. We both knew why Donovan sent a spy. It was obvious. I then watched as Bayman turned the kid onto his back then flipped his shirt collar around, looking for something. A small black object flew near my knees. I picked it up & studied it.
"It's a camera," Bayman told me, "Get rid of it."
I obeyed & smashed it with the heel of my foot. Bayman then turned his attention back to the kid & told him he was going to die. But the kid just said that we all were. I thought he was just trying to scare us, but Bayman took him seriously. He started to frantically search his shirt, ripping it open, then searching his pockets. I asked him what he was looking for, but he didn't answer me. He just stopped suddenly then quickly got up to open the door. I crawled over a bit to see what he was bringing in. It was a brown bag. Bayman kneeled down & opened it. I didn't have time to see what was in it, because Bayman quickly snatched me up & ran off with me. I saw the kid sit up before Bayman took me down the stairs & out of the hotel doors.
What is it?! A bomb?!
And I was right. There was a loud noise then a powerful wind. I fell face-first with Bayman by my side. I could feel his arm around my waist as a rush of heat went up my body from my feet to my hair. Obviously a bomb went off. As soon as people started screaming, I picked up my head to notice that we were at a safe distance from the hotel. It was in flames.
Donovan tried to kill me . . .
I couldn't believe it. Donovan, my only friend for years, the person I looked up to, & followed, the one who took me in & taught me things I've never heard about before, had tried to kill me. I should have saw it coming though. I wasn't following orders. I knew that it was something he didn't like at all, but he could have at least given me a warning. He must have been really pissed at me to not want me to know he's going to kill me in order to kill me easier. And it would have worked if it weren't for Bayman.
The whole area was red from the flames.
All those people . . .
I didn't know if I was getting sympathetic or just amazed.
People were gathering around the hotel, being careful not to get too close. The police came soon. And I suppose that was Bayman's cue to leave. He stood up & picked me up as well. We disappeared through the crowd.
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Me & Bayman had a long talk. I told him all about my relationship with Donovan. How I met him & all of the mess we've had. Bayman didn't say much, he just listened. I didn't realize I was talking too much. I suppose I was shocked that Donovan would try to kill me. Bayman probably thought Donovan had me on collar by the way I was reacting to my near-death experience. And that would be pretty pathetic. But to tell you the truth, I suppose he did. He was, after all, my only friend. My mind was too altered by past events to even think about others. I suppose I was disappointed in this. But it was too late to cry over it. What was done couldn't be undone. My mind was messed up & there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it.
We were on the shore of a beach. It was dark almost too dark to see. The sky was dark blue with only a few stars. Bayman was sitting, but I laid. My back hurt worse from him dragging me out of the hotel, but Bayman carried me most of the way from the plaza.
"What do you plan on doing now?" he asked me after I finished talking.
"I'll see him one more time," I said, looking up at the sky, "I have to talk with him first . . . then I'm done. That's it for me. He can send people to kill me if he wants, I'll squash all of them."
I watched Bayman turn away from me. I was willing to quit, but I wasn't sure about him. And why would he? Kin has done nothing to him except help him out.
"Bayman," I began, looking over at him, "you're going to continue to work with Kin?"
He picked his head up a bit, "Yes, I am. Why? Does it bother you?"
"No, I wasn't expecting you to follow me . . . I was just asking, because . . . I don't know if I'll see you again after I leave this place."
I watched Bayman as turned his head to look back at me, "Then why don't you join us? We'll get back Donovan for what he's done."
I looked up at the sky, thinking about it.
Why not? It should be something you want.
I felt him close against my side. I just looked over at him. He held himself up above me. It was too dark to see his expression, but I already knew what it was. And slowly he lowered himself down until we were face to face. I could feel his breath against my face just like that one night. Memories of it were brought back to me & I suddenly felt myself getting aroused just like before. He laid on top of me now, careful not to crush me under his weight, & his hips were against mine. And almost suddenly his lips were on mine. Lightly at first, then forcefully. I was getting hot under him, nearly burning inside just like before.
Wait a minute . . .
I pinched him on his side to get his attention. He quickly let me go & stared at me with a surprised look.
I can't believe I actually hurt him . . .
"Do you remember that one night?" I asked him, "You called me Christie . . ."
He gave me a mad look for stopping him just for one little statement, "I don't think that matters anymore."
I guess it doesn't . . .
I pulled him back on me, connecting our lips once again. I was enjoying his warm touch once again. Soon we were undressed he was inside of me. I didn't care who saw.