Thanks for all the reviews guys! They encourage me so much! And don't worry, qblisa, all will make sense in the end, it's just a little like a roller coaster for now.
Sydney opened her eyes. Blackness. She felt a car rumbling. No. Oh my god no. Bump. Bump. Bump. A bridge. Which bridge? Bump. Bump. Screw lying still. She bounced up and down and shook from side to side. Thrashed around. Screamed. The car stopped and the trunk opened.
Sydney blinked against the sunlight. One of the men in the black suits looked down at her. She looked beyond him and above at the sky. There were flags flying. The Freemont bridge. She felt a little relief knowing where she was. Or at least where she was headed.
But then the man reached down to tie her up. Sydney kicked his arm but he pinned her legs together and tied them. She opened her mouth. The man raised his fist. She snapped it back shut mid scream. The man then jerked her up by one arm and tied it to her ankles. Then he pushed her back down and closed the trunk. Bump. Bump. Bump.
She closed her eyes in despair and drifted off. When she woke up she felt the car slow down just before it turned a corner. There was no sound of traffic. Big bump. Big bump. Train tracks? Soon the car stopped and the trunk opened. Sydney blinked through the light to see Sark standing above her. She stared at him as he bent down to untie the knots. He offered his hand. She looked at it then back at him, back at his eyes. Why are they so sad?
When she hesitated he smiled as if to reassure her but that only confused her. He sighed and took her by the hand to pull her out of the trunk. The two men were standing by a door. One of the men opened it. Sark took her hand as he led her through the door. A cold room with a table and two chairs. Not again. Sydney tried to leave but he grabbed her and walked her to one of the chairs. He sat her down and she stared at her knees. He silently stood there beside her, then turned around and walked towards the door.
Being alone on that room made her more afraid than being there with him. "Sark." She called. He turned. Those eyes were still sad. Words. Words. "Why-" she fumbled. "Why are you leaving me?"
His words echoed in her head. "Because you left me."