I'm so sorry it took me so long to update this. I've been so busy and stuff. Well anyways... on with the story! =]
Truth?
Rory sat in the backseat of the cab. She could feel the driver's eyes watching her and no matter how hard she tried, the tears wouldn't stop. She stared out the window, thinking.
Tristan was alive. She tried so hard to believe it was all a bad dream. That Tristan never came back to life. That he never betrayed her and lied to her. But it was true. It was real. Tristan was alive. So why did it hurt so much?
Her thoughts were interrupted by the driver's voice.
"Miss, are you okay?"
Rory look at the man through the rearview mirror. He was in his late 20's or early 30's. There were bags under his eyes. He looked tired.
She didn't know what made her do it. Maybe it was the emotional aftershocks of the news, maybe it was the fact that he looked so understanding, she didn't know. Before she knew it, Rory was telling the man everything. And for some reason, it felt overwhelmingly good.
***
Tristan sat in his car and slammed his head into the window repeatedly. How could I have been so stupid!? He kept scolding himself. It was too early to tell her, and now it was too late to get her back. He knew it was even more stupid to let her go home alone in the state that she was in.
Stupid. That's exactly what I am.
***
It had been 3 weeks since the 'incident.' Actually, it had been 2 weeks, 6 days, 23 hours, and 3 minutes. 3 weeks since Tristan had left his apartment for more than 20 minutes. 3 weeks since he had spoken more than 3 words at a single time. The ringing of the phone seemed almost foreign to his ears.
Tristan sat there and listen as the angry voice let a message on his machine.
"Mr. Desmond," The voice sounded so familiar. "we here at Carver Enterprises are deeply sorry that you are not satisfied with our product." Product? "We will be sending one of our representatives tomorrow at 4 P.M. to help you. Thank you for your time." *beeeeeeep*
Tristan didn't know what the messsage meant and he really didn't care. He sat in the spot he had been in for 2 days, staring at the television.
***
Brian Sloane sat in the living room with his uncle. The room was silent.
"So Brian, I hear that you're a taxi driver now."
"Yup."
"How is that?"
"It's a great job. A little tiring but I love it. I meet some great people and hear a lot of stories."
"Like what?"
"Like just the other day, I picked up this girl who was crying. Her story was so unbelievable but interesting. Yup, very interesting. See, her fiance faked his death and came here from Hartford. She met him again. What are the chances of that happening?! It's a small world." He chuckled.
His uncle smiled. "It's a small, small world."
***
Tristan was awakened by the sound of the doorbell. He groaned. He sat there for 10 minutes listening to the moron that wouldn't give up. He just kept knocking and ringing.
"Who is it?" Tristan shouted angrily.
"Mr. Desmond, I'm Dan from Carver Enterprises. May I have a moment of your time?"
Something about the man's voice led Tristan to the door. He found himself face to face with none other than Agent Carver of the C.I.A. He looked mad. He quickly led Tristan into the restroom and closed the door behind them.
He reached into his jacket and pulled out a piece of paper.
"You HAD to tell her didn't you?" Carver said angrily. "Who knows, they probably already figured you out and have assassins surrounding the building. You can't die twice DuGrey. It's not possible. It's just a matter of time until you're really dead."
Silence filled the air.
"Is that such a bad thing?" Tristan whispered.
Sympathy filled Carver's expressions. "Look Tristan. I can guess already how things worked out with Rory but there will be other girls."
"Not like her..."
Carver didn't know what else to say.
"Look Tristan, you can't hang around here anymore. They'll come soon. We'll find you another life. In the Yukon if possible." He chuckled then cleared his throat. "Come on." He opened the door and waited.
"I'm not going anywhere." Tristan answered.
"What are you talking about? This is your life on the line."
"Look. I left her once. I'm not leaving her ever again."
"She doesn't want you here. Don't you understand?"
Tristan looked up at Carver for the first time.
"You're right. I don't deserve to stay here."
***
"Mr. Sloane. His address has been confirmed. DuGrey has been living as," he looked down at the folder. "Trevor Desmond at 463 E. Stradford Street in L.A."
"Bring the bastard to me." Sloane said with anger in his eyes.
***
Rory sat in front of her computer, trying to think of something to write. It was too hard. All she could think about was Tristan. She'd had enough. She needed to know the truth. She needed to see him.
"Rachael." Rory called for her assistant.
"Yeah?"
"I need you to track someone down for me. Trevor Desmond. I need his address like, now."
Rachael typed into her computer and waiting for it to load.
"Got it. 463 E. Stradford Street."
"Thanks Rachael."
Rory grabbed her keys off the table and ran out the door. She needed to see him.
***
OO the suspense. Haha. =] Please review. Thanks
Truth?
Rory sat in the backseat of the cab. She could feel the driver's eyes watching her and no matter how hard she tried, the tears wouldn't stop. She stared out the window, thinking.
Tristan was alive. She tried so hard to believe it was all a bad dream. That Tristan never came back to life. That he never betrayed her and lied to her. But it was true. It was real. Tristan was alive. So why did it hurt so much?
Her thoughts were interrupted by the driver's voice.
"Miss, are you okay?"
Rory look at the man through the rearview mirror. He was in his late 20's or early 30's. There were bags under his eyes. He looked tired.
She didn't know what made her do it. Maybe it was the emotional aftershocks of the news, maybe it was the fact that he looked so understanding, she didn't know. Before she knew it, Rory was telling the man everything. And for some reason, it felt overwhelmingly good.
***
Tristan sat in his car and slammed his head into the window repeatedly. How could I have been so stupid!? He kept scolding himself. It was too early to tell her, and now it was too late to get her back. He knew it was even more stupid to let her go home alone in the state that she was in.
Stupid. That's exactly what I am.
***
It had been 3 weeks since the 'incident.' Actually, it had been 2 weeks, 6 days, 23 hours, and 3 minutes. 3 weeks since Tristan had left his apartment for more than 20 minutes. 3 weeks since he had spoken more than 3 words at a single time. The ringing of the phone seemed almost foreign to his ears.
Tristan sat there and listen as the angry voice let a message on his machine.
"Mr. Desmond," The voice sounded so familiar. "we here at Carver Enterprises are deeply sorry that you are not satisfied with our product." Product? "We will be sending one of our representatives tomorrow at 4 P.M. to help you. Thank you for your time." *beeeeeeep*
Tristan didn't know what the messsage meant and he really didn't care. He sat in the spot he had been in for 2 days, staring at the television.
***
Brian Sloane sat in the living room with his uncle. The room was silent.
"So Brian, I hear that you're a taxi driver now."
"Yup."
"How is that?"
"It's a great job. A little tiring but I love it. I meet some great people and hear a lot of stories."
"Like what?"
"Like just the other day, I picked up this girl who was crying. Her story was so unbelievable but interesting. Yup, very interesting. See, her fiance faked his death and came here from Hartford. She met him again. What are the chances of that happening?! It's a small world." He chuckled.
His uncle smiled. "It's a small, small world."
***
Tristan was awakened by the sound of the doorbell. He groaned. He sat there for 10 minutes listening to the moron that wouldn't give up. He just kept knocking and ringing.
"Who is it?" Tristan shouted angrily.
"Mr. Desmond, I'm Dan from Carver Enterprises. May I have a moment of your time?"
Something about the man's voice led Tristan to the door. He found himself face to face with none other than Agent Carver of the C.I.A. He looked mad. He quickly led Tristan into the restroom and closed the door behind them.
He reached into his jacket and pulled out a piece of paper.
"You HAD to tell her didn't you?" Carver said angrily. "Who knows, they probably already figured you out and have assassins surrounding the building. You can't die twice DuGrey. It's not possible. It's just a matter of time until you're really dead."
Silence filled the air.
"Is that such a bad thing?" Tristan whispered.
Sympathy filled Carver's expressions. "Look Tristan. I can guess already how things worked out with Rory but there will be other girls."
"Not like her..."
Carver didn't know what else to say.
"Look Tristan, you can't hang around here anymore. They'll come soon. We'll find you another life. In the Yukon if possible." He chuckled then cleared his throat. "Come on." He opened the door and waited.
"I'm not going anywhere." Tristan answered.
"What are you talking about? This is your life on the line."
"Look. I left her once. I'm not leaving her ever again."
"She doesn't want you here. Don't you understand?"
Tristan looked up at Carver for the first time.
"You're right. I don't deserve to stay here."
***
"Mr. Sloane. His address has been confirmed. DuGrey has been living as," he looked down at the folder. "Trevor Desmond at 463 E. Stradford Street in L.A."
"Bring the bastard to me." Sloane said with anger in his eyes.
***
Rory sat in front of her computer, trying to think of something to write. It was too hard. All she could think about was Tristan. She'd had enough. She needed to know the truth. She needed to see him.
"Rachael." Rory called for her assistant.
"Yeah?"
"I need you to track someone down for me. Trevor Desmond. I need his address like, now."
Rachael typed into her computer and waiting for it to load.
"Got it. 463 E. Stradford Street."
"Thanks Rachael."
Rory grabbed her keys off the table and ran out the door. She needed to see him.
***
OO the suspense. Haha. =] Please review. Thanks
