Author's Note: Hey you guys! I am just so touched that you like my little drama. I wanted something that would just cause the heart to race, and I am enjoying writing the tension. I hope that you guys keep tuning in and reviewing. You're seriously the best. Please R&R. Smiles. Angel422.


I wanted to hide as the door creaked open, especially knowing that Tommy was listening now over the phone lines. I didn't want Ethan to give me anymore excuses to scream, but I stood stoically instead—facing the hidden demons that were about to assault me head on. I smiled winsomely as Ethan stuck his head around the corner, only to freeze in disgusted surprise as he caught sight of me. I just shrugged.

"You should have taken boy scouts when you were a boy, Ethan. It might have taught you how to tie a decent knot." I stated sarcastically as Ethan scowled before setting down a bag of what looked like a minimal amount of groceries.

"You're really trying my patience, Harrison. I read the tabloids, you know. No wonder your mother left." He stated on a small, cruel smile as I felt my face go numb with rigid anger. How could he have mentioned that? How could he have thrown that into my face? I was livid.

"Oh, I'm just getting started bugging the hell out of you, Ethan." I grumbled on a small growl as he backed me up against the wall suddenly.

"Are you, Jude? Are you sure you want to?" Ethan asked only inches away from my face. I turned my head away as he laughed before edging away from me back over to the kitchen counter—walking backwards so as not to have his back facing towards me. Hah, he was more afraid of me than he was willing to admit. My stomach growled despite my attempts to stop it. Ethan raised a brow at me.

"Not hungry are you, Jude?" He asked whimsically as I just glared at him. I hated that I had to depend on him for something—anything at all. I didn't nod. I just backed away toward the couch where I sat down slowly—avoiding the spot where I knew the phone was hidden.

"Are you just going to watch me eat then?" Ethan asked on a chuckle as I avoided his piercing gaze—focusing on the thought that Tommy was on his way. I had to find out where I was. I had to.

"Bite me, snake boy!" I bit out as I finally looked up at him. He just shrugged as he pulled out the stuff to make sandwiches. I took a deep breath.

"Lived here long?" I asked him quietly, and I could have sworn I heard Tommy mutter "that's my girl' from down below my feet. Ugghhhh! I wasn't anyone's girl. Ethan glanced up curiously. I smiled quickly to cover up the fact that I had been almost whispering at my feet.

"Maybe." He answered vaguely as I sighed—looking around the room slowly for any ideas on how to get him to let something slip. My eyes landed on a picture of him with a young girl with what looked like a few dilapidated houses and an old Chinese restaurant behind them. Could we be in the Red Light district—you know the parts of every town where you pretty much know not to walk after dark. Ethan—you idiot!

"You like Chinese Food?" I asked him suddenly as I watched him look up at me with narrowed eyes.

"Why would you ask me that?" He growled back at me as I just shrugged.

"I was just going to say that if you do, I know of a great place called the Chinese Gardens." I stated loudly hoping that the name of the place would register to Tommy. Obviously it did because I could hear his tires screeching over the phone and I stomped my foot on the floor to cover up the sound as Ethan suddenly approached me stealthily.

"What kind of game are you playing, Jude Harrison? Because I can play games too, you know. Do you want to see what kind of games I can play?" He asked me with an evil laugh as I cringed. The look in his eye was actually starting to scare me now. Had I gone too far?