Note: This story will get more interesting as it goes; Alyssa is made up, a figment of my imagination, like everything else I suppose, this chapter is rated R for content.
Woody's POV
"Well this is just PEACHY!!!" I shouted in pure frustration kicking at the thick, cold door, Jordan leaned against the metal door. Wisps of her dark hair were falling out of her ponytail. "Jordan if we ever get out of here- "I bit out "calm down farm boy, we'll get out," she responded evenly though I could here her voice shake slightly. "Winslow's been telling them to get this door fixed for the past six months, but do they listen No," Jordan turned around and began to kick at the door with all her might, as I watched her kick and scream something told me I was glad I never crossed her. "Jordan that won't do us any good, no one can here us, we just have to wait until the janitor comes down, he has to come through here to get to the storage room." I responded civilly as possible. She slid down the door and came to a rest on the top step, I sat across from her. "My Cell phone has no signal" she said, pocketing the phone.
"What?" I said irritably, she smiled nudging me, trying like hell to coax a small smile to my lips, even though one tugged at the corner of my mouth, I held fast. Sighing with resignation she leaned away and stared out of the window, digging her thin, delicate finger into some dust that gathered on the step. "Farm boy, what was you're life like before you came to Boston?" she asked, her eye filled with curiosity, I could feel the old pain well up inside my heart, "What does it matter?" I asked in a firm but soft voice, I couldn't hide the pain. She suddenly looked remorsefully, "I'm sorry Wood, it's just you never talk about it hardly ever and I was just wondering..." "It's none of you're business" I managed to say with unmasked anger. "Hey" she said with force, her eyes were approaching distaste, "Bite me Alf alpha, what the hell has gotten into you Hoyt?" she looked angry what right did she have to be angry at me? I was angry at her. "What the hell has gotten into me? What the hell has gotten into you, I try to tell you how I feel and you push me away, I thought maybe it was because you didn't trust me, so when you push I waited and hoped that you would one day learn that I loved you and you keep pushing and pushing, and you know what Jord, I can't wait forever so I am going to push back and if you don't even admit that you have feeling's for me, then leave Jordan, leave like Alyssa Just GO!" I let that last part slip; I shouldn't have said that I just aroused her curiosity. "Who was Alyssa?" she asked her voice brimming with the excitement of finding out something personal about me. "No one just a friend," Pain laced my voice, no matter what I did I couldn't mask it, I saw the sympathy lighting her eyes through the dark, "what was she doing out there anyways..." I whispered faintly.
"Was she you're girlfriend?" Jordan asked, leaning towards me, I shook my head no, "she was my friend, she'd known me since the third grade," bits and pieces of long forgotten memories came in small flashbacks like one of those old movies that come on film, grainy and out of tune, A red pickup, a bunch of drunken men, her frightened screams. I felt tears bite at the back of my eyes; I willed them down, swallowing hard I looked into Jordan's eyes. "I was a fat little kid, I mean, not fat, but... chunky" I found the right word "She was in fifth grade I was in third... we were best friends... I was in the academy and she was getting ready to go off to college in Fargo, me and her, we were out shopping..." my voice broke, I couldn't hold the tears in any longer. "She told me to go home, I... I did, and she decided to make a stop off at the seven eleven before she went home, and these drunk PUNKS, were out driving, and decided to have a little fun," I whispered bitterly" so they pulled up next to her and started harassing her, she couldn't fight all seven of them off, they raped and beat her to death, took her money... twelve worthless bucks." I finished on a soft note, my voice lowering an octave. Jordan shook her head solemnly and wrapped her arm around my neck, pulling me to her shoulder she let me cry, and for the first time since I had seen Alyssa's body lying in the frozen dirt, her shirt ripped away and her skirt torn, her knee high booted feet lying slightly apart, her face untouched, long auburn hair bloomed out behind her like an halo. "She was... she was so small. And broken" I whispered unable control my emotions any longer; I sobbed into her shoulder at remembering all the blood. Jordan whispered something into my ear, I couldn't understand it, it was in Spanish or something.
Jordan's hair smelled sweet, like the air after a hard rain. She watched me fall apart, I knew she wanted to say something, she understood what it was like to lose someone in that manner, to have them torn away from you when you need them the most. "Woody-"she said her voice diminished as she began to cry as well. "Please don't cry" she whispered fighting to hold in her own tears. I sat up gaining control of my feelings again. "My god Woody, I'm sorry, if there is anything I can do-""I'm not you're charity case Jordan," I rebuked softly, wiping away a stubborn tear on her pale cheek. When I pulled my hand away, she held onto it like there was no tomorrow, she began to kiss down my arm. "Jordan, what are you doing?" I asked, she looked at me with her complex eyes, the wheels turning behind those big coffee eyes, "Woody, I love you," I stared at her hard, was I really hearing this? "Jordan stop, as much as I would love for you to kiss my arm, I'm to tired for you're games..." she looked me in my eyes clearly hurt, standing up she took my face in her willowy hands, forcing me to stand with her. She wrapped her arms around my neck, the feeling of her soft skin against mine was indefinable she leaned in for a kiss, I suddenly jerked away. "is this pity Jordan I have to know?" I was a question I had to hear the response to, when she didn't answer right off I pulled away. "Woodrow Hoyt," she whispered so silently I almost didn't hear. "Don't you dare ever say that, in the three years we've known each other I would think you'd know me better than that, the last thing this is about is pity." She bit out, furious, I grabbed her arm, gently but forcefully, a pressing my lips against hers, slowly the small light kiss deepened, I heard her moan softly when my tongue touched hers, I pushed her against the wall as she struggled to unbutton my shirt. "are you sure" I whispered breathlessly in between kisses, I slipped her shirt over her head. And that day we found out what it was like to feel, all the pain and hallow anger melted away, we were together and for now that was all we needed, each other.
Jordan's POV
As I watched him sleep, wrapped all up in my arms, I saw the childlike innocence that slipped across his face, a slight, warm smile stretched across his face, I played with the tips of his bangs, slightly mussed, I stood up and got dressed, when I was done all the way up to my ponytail, I reluctantly nudged him awake with the toe of my boot. "Hey angel," he whispered standing up and giving me a small, sweet kiss on my lips. As he got dress I looked out the window, "it's snowing," I whispered. My voice trembling. Darkness had descended and big, fat flakes danced in the wind gracefully, he came over and wrapped his arms around my waist, he was warm and smelled good, "so you want to call somebody?" I suddenly remembered I had my Cell phone with me, pulling it out of my purse, "No signal!" I shouted in frustration, throwing it down. He smiled, a big Woodrow Hoyt smile, "What about yours?" I asked giving him a small push. :"I threw mine at a truck this morning." He sighed, I couldn't help it I laughed. "I can really get on your nerves huh?" he just smiled and pressed a kiss into the palm of my hand, "you know when we get out of here, the first thing I'm going to do is take a bath." I whispered, suddenly feeling a dirty and tired.
With a sigh I sat on the steps, the lights flickered on and off, I leaned against Woody, who had joined me on the top step, he was warm and safe, for the first time since Dad had left Boston, I felt that warm tingly feeling in the bottom of my stomach, telling me I was home, I smiled and closed my eyes, letting sleep take over.