Author's Note: Oh my God! First off, the amount of reviews on my last posts were amazing and second I had SO much fun writing this next chapter. I hope you enjoy reading it as I much as I did playing it out on paper. You guys are my muses, seriously!. Smiles and hugs to you all. Enjoy and R&R!
"Ex-Producer!" I finally spat out as he removed his hand only long enough to shove the helmet down on top of my head once we got outside. I pulled it back off hurriedly.
"You have some nerve!" I yelled as he pointed to the seat behind him on the bike. I just kicked the tire in the back—hard—as he stood up to grab me around the waist—shoving me into the seat as I kicked and screamed at him. His face remained expressionless.
"Just shut up, Jude. It really isn't that hard to do—you compress your lips into a thin firm line and clamp down. Try it." He remarked wryly as I mumbled something about jack asses while he twisted around to put my helmet back on again.
"Now, hold on." He commented as he kicked his foot down—starting up the bike with firm resolve before picking his legs up and driving off. The wind hit me wildly in the face even through the helmet and I knew it was pointless to talk. The air would just carry it away to some other distant location. God, I loathed him right now! I hit him slightly on the back as he drove, and I felt him tense as the landscape started to change around us—dissolving from the flatter meadows to rockier ledges, and I narrowed my eyes as Tommy pulled off the road—kicking up dirt as he drove now into a large area made up of large empty buildings and lined with rocks. A cliff edged the picturesque location and that's where Tommy decided to pull to a stop. As soon as the roaring from the bike was gone, I jerked off my helmet and threw it to the ground.
"Not planning on throwing me over are you?" I asked sarcastically as Tommy shrugged.
"I wouldn't ask that question right now, Jude Harrison. I might find myself tempted to do just that." Tommy grumbled as I stared at him incredulously. What the hell were we doing here? He climbed off slowly—meticulously taking his helmet off and hanging it onto the handle of his bike before doing the same with mine, now lying on the ground covered in dust. I made a mental note to shove it off again later. I almost started speaking again until I saw him pull the manila envelope out from the inside of his jacket and I took a deep breath.
"I'm not discussing this with you." I stated flatly as he glanced first down at the pictures and then up at me before walking over to the edge of the cliff. He took out one of the photos and held it over the overhang. I gasped. He dropped it, and I watched as it floated off into the breeze—falling and falling like a dead autumn leaf from a tree.
"That one was for being an idiot and getting drunk in the first place." Tom mumbled as I shook my head when he took out another. He dropped it as well.
"That one is for being one stubborn little rock princess determined to scramble my friggin' brain." Tom muttered as he took out yet another. My knuckles were clenched and my teeth were hurting from the gritting that I was presently practicing with firm resolve.
"This one is for all the times you've managed to snub, disobey, or just plain not listen to a word I say." Tom stated simply as I glanced suddenly at the set of keys he had laid out on the motorcycle seat. They looked oddly familiar and it suddenly clicked into my brain that one of them belonged to his beloved Viper. I leaned over and unhooked it quietly as Tommy pulled out the last picture—letting it glide over the cliff as he opened up his mouth to speak once more. I stomped over and tapped him insistently on the shoulder—interrupting his little speech as he turned to peer over at me.
"You know, Quincy, the more you talk the less I can take. And this…" I remarked with a wry smile as I backed away and lifted the key up inconspicuously over the overhang. "Is for standing me up on the date you made." I remarked as I opened my palm to flash him the key before letting it go.