Oh, Sienna was positive that the boys were going to be in serious trouble. Waking her up at 3AM purely because Camerón forgot his keys was definitely a boundary crossed.
Owen and Camerón decided to have a night to celebrate their 'bachelor life', but it was supposed to be alone time where they could think of an elaborate plan to get Sienna back again. They actually ended up drinking more than talking.
Despite the fact that one had a daughter and the other was in a committed relationship. Nevertheless, they went out and partied the night away. What they didn't realise however was that Camerón had no keys. They thought of ringing the doorbell but that would have waked up Carisa so they decided against that.
So they both contemplated their options, whom should they wake up? Abuela or Sienna? Immediately the boys disagreed to calling Abuela, a lecture at 3AM while incredibly drunk was a definite no-go. Unfortunately, that left them with Sienna. Owen personally would have rather have slept outside than even think about calling Sienna, whereas Camerón was positive that the girl would be lenient on them.
"Owen, don't worry. It's okay" Camerón reassured, using one hand to pat his friends' back and the other to scroll through his phone. Owen was visibly shaking, scared to his wits on what Sienna's reaction may be. Drunk Owen's personality might as well have been another person.
"She won't kill you, bro. She'll kill me" Owen worriedly said.
When he heard footsteps within the house, Owen quickly tried to straighten out his posture so it didn't look like he was that drunk. Sadly, it looked as if he was all over the place instead. Sienna opened the door widely, making sure to take a long look at the duo in front of her. Raising her eyebrows in judgement, Owen gulped loudly while Camerón looked on at Sienna proudly.
"I hate to sound like the nagging wife" she begun, looking directly at Owen. "But, what time do you call this?"
"Shut up, Sienna. Just let us through" Camerón bravely exclaimed, trying to push past Sienna who did not find his behaviour at all amusing. He ended up looking like a waddling penguin on steroids.
"I'm calling Abuela" Sienna teasingly threatened, turning her head to the stairs as if she was going to do so.
"No!" Camerón and Owen harshly whispered, retiring back outside the house, stumbling and tripping on the way.
"You" She accused, pointing at Owen who immediately put his hands up in surrender. "Are supposed to be this super awesome military slash spy guy" Owen lowered his head in shame. "How could you get this drunk?"
"And you" She accused once again, pointing this time at Camerón, who had shook his head in disgrace over himself. "Have a daughter and a grandma who need their sleep " Camerón looked at the ground, kicking his feet on the concrete. "How could you forget your keys?"
"We're sorry, baby. It won't happen ever again" Owen vowed, looking solemnly at his other half.
Sienna opened the door widely, the boys then entered after taking their shoes off. Sienna was relieved to know that despite their intoxication, they still had their manners. "Next time, I'll open the door with a knife in my hand" She warned as the boys trod upstairs.
After an excruciatingly long night, Owen woke up to an empty bed. At first he didn't believe it, he believed his eyes were playing tricks on him. After all, Sienna doesn't wake up at 7AM in the morning. So, after returning from the bathroom, he found it incredibly weird that there was still nobody in the bed. His head was pounding from the pain of last night's escapades – yet he was incredibly proud of himself that he woke up this early.
Immediately, he thought of the worst. Cipher had to have kidnapped her in the night. There's no other explanation for this, he thought. With a mind engulfed in worry, he cautiously went down the steps, grabbing whatever he could use for a weapon with him. Unfortunately for him, he grabbed Sienna's Nike shoes. Owen didn't have time to worry about his choice of deterrent as he was much more invested in finding out the whereabouts of his girl. Creeping into the living room like a thief in the night, he promptly saw a silhouette in the corner. Raising the shoe, ready to strike, his eyes realised that it was Sienna. He confusedly watched the girl sharpie her initials on an iPhone plug and charger.
"What are you doing?" Owen asked, rubbing his eyes from tiredness. He wasn't exactly sure if it was from the worst hangover to have ever existed, lack of sleep or just worrying about Sienna all the time. He felt like he had said this phrase too many times to count as he watched the girl jerk her head to face him.
"We live in a house of thieves" She had begun, turning her head back around to finish her job. Owen bent down next to the girl, interested in this sudden declaration. "People keep on stealing my charger"
"How do you know?" He asked hoarsely, he was definitely tired.
Looking around the room, as if there were people listening in, she leant towards his ear. "I bought this charger a month ago. I left it here and then this morning I couldn't find it. However, there was someone else in the house who – once I searched their rooms – had two lots of chargers"
"Let me guess. It was Camerón" Owen sighed, jumping to conclusions. In his mind, there was no doubt that it was Camerón who stole Sienna's charger. It must've been.
"I thought so too!" She exclaimed quietly, looking around the room once again. "But it was the devil's daughter who took it" She whispered.
"What?" Owen questioned in frustration. He collapsed his legs on the floor, lying down on the furnished floor absolutely knackered.
"It was Carisa!" Sienna remarked, putting the lid back on sharpie. "That cheeky" Sienna was very close to cursing, but she refrained herself. After all, she was just a child. "girl"
"She takes after you" Owen rolled his eyes, as he turned to his side so he could face Sienna who had a mixed look of determination and exasperation.
"Just don't tell her I took it. I can't deal with her feistiness" Sienna admitted, sitting down next to Owen.
"Now you know how I feel. Every. Single. Day" He moaned, putting an arm around her waist as he snuggled up to her.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. I'm getting grey hairs because of this girl" Sienna sighed.
"I think I've been getting grey hairs since the day I met you"
"No" She interrupted immediately. "It's because you're old"
"Shut up, Sienna" Suddenly, Sienna shot up from the floor after hearing slight scuffling from Carisa's room. Hoisting Owen up with her who did so reluctantly, she ushered them back to her room with her charger in her hand. "She's up, we need to go!" She exclaimed.
"I can't wait until I can get our old place back" Owen moaned as he was dragged to Sienna's room. She closed the door quietly and breathed a sigh of relief.
"There's aspirin in my bedside drawer" Sienna said, with her ears smashed against the door, analysing the movements outside.
"Oh that's perfect" Owen gratefully thanked as he walked over to the drawer and grabbed the pills. He curiously looked back at the drawer and realised that it was packed with pills. "Wait… why do you have an entire drawer full of aspirins?"
Sienna cursed silently as she retreated from the door and closed her drawer, she didn't answer.
"And why do they have Abuela's name on the prescription?" Sienna laughed at that question.
"That's a very great question, i'm afraid I'll have to confer with my mental state for a valid answer" She hastily said, swinging the door open and racing downstairs to meet Carisa.
For the first time in a long time, the dinner table in Camerón's home was full and lively. Abuela wanted to go all out for Owen's return home. Her nicest china plates that Camerón gifted her on her 60th Birthday were finally used after years of collecting dust within the cupboards. The wine glasses that were previously suffocating in a cardboard box in the basement now stood proudly on top of the dining table. Everything was sparkly and not a speck of rust or dirt was seen on the cutlery.
Everyone wore their best clothes, Abuela wore her favourite dress that she usually reserved for Sunday mass; Camerón and Owen wore their formal shirts and trousers; Carisa wore the lilac dress her father forced her to put on and Sienna wore whatever she found in her closet that was clean. Luckily, it was a sleek black dress that just reached her knees.
Abuela even made her special chilli.
She was definitely excited.
"Carisa, please can you eat your vegetables?" Camerón repeated for the seventh consecutive time. His threw his hands all over his face, absolutely shattered with his daughter's stubborn attitude.
"No" She argued, crossing her arms in irritation. Her face was all cross and angry, sick and tired of her father asking her the same damn question.
"Carisa" He warned, poking the carrots on her plate with a fork and hovering it just in front of her face. Immediately, she waved the fork away from her face, showing her father who exactly was the boss in the house.
"Okay" Camerón exclaimed, shooting up from his seat in exasperation. Abuela was not pleased at all with his attitude on the dinner table. "Bedtime, now" He commanded his 5 year old child. She looked up at him and raised a brow.
"I don't want to. I want to stay with aunty Sienna and Owen" She countered, staying firmly in her seat.
"Carisa! Bed. Now" Camerón said raising his voice just a little bit. After watching an episode of Supernanny, the man was adamant in making sure that he never shouted at his daughter.
"I don't want to!" she moaned, throwing her fists up in anger.
"Before Carisa goes to bed, I've been needing to say something" Owen declared, placing his napkin on the table. Camerón stopped pestering his daughter and watched Owen intently, instantly knowing exactly what he would say. Camerón put his daughter back on the chair as he also sat down.
Sienna turned her head around to face Owen, who sat next to her. She wondered what he was going to say; thank you Abuela for believing that I was a good guy? Thank you Camerón for being the best, best friend anyone could ever want? It clearly must have been important considering the fact he waited for quite a while to say what he was going to say.
Owen was prepared for what he was about to say. Prior to dinner, Camerón and he hid all potential weapons and tucked away the kitchen knives right at the top of the kitchen shelves (Sienna wouldn't have been able to reach them). Owen had expected her reaction to be off the charts insane, he hoped it would be anyway.
"What?" Sienna asked curiously, with her fist resting on her chin. She knew it was bad table manners, but this had seemed interesting.
"I've decided to take over the strip for now" Owen said confidently. Sienna's fist dropped in shock.
"Excuse me?" She exclaimed.
"I might as well, besides I can run it better" Owen immediately replied, turning his head around to face a startled Sienna.
"No, you're not, and no you can't" She boldly stated.
"Who said that you get a say on this?" He countered with a plain, authoritative attitude, as he pushed out his chair and put his hands in his pockets. He was using his special command tone with her and she knew it. She wasn't sure if she found this newfound dominance attractive or worrying.
"Because it's my strip!" She protested, throwing her hands up in anger.
Owen shrugged, "It isn't anymore"
"Owen. You're not taking over the strip. It is not happening. Over my dead body" Sienna shot up out of her seat.
"I don't really want you to be dead, but if that's what it takes-"
"Owen! I-"
"I also am going to stop Don Fernando and what he's planning on doing here"
Knowing that clearly she wasn't getting anywhere, Sienna jerked her head towards Abuela. Abuela wasn't happy at all, her dinner… all ruined; she couldn't care less about what the kids were doing outside her home. "Abuela! Tell him"
"It would do you some good, Sienna. You've been overdoing yourself recently" Abuela calmly tried to pacify as she pinched the bridge of her nose. She didn't want to shout tonight; but it seemed like she would have to soon.
"Exactly! You've been overdoing yourself recently" Owen repeated what Abuela said, knowing it would make Sienna feel patronised.
"No! I have not been-"
"So why haven't you dealt with Fernando then?"
"That's beside the point-
"Like I said. I'm going to take over the strip and deal with the streets from now on as well as stop Fernando permanently"
"I rebuke in the name of my-"
"What street cred? I heard you haven't raced properly in what, months?"
Sienna has never felt this angry before. First he had the audacity to take over what was hers. Then, he undermined her authority and position in the streets. Not only that, he believed she was incompetent in the Don Fernando situation. She breathed heavily and sat back down next to Owen.
The whole family watched intently as she roughly grabbed Owen's chin and forced him to look at her. Her once hazel eyes were now dark brown as rage consumed her. He jerked her hand away, but continued to look at her. Sienna's hand landed on his lap, she strongly clenched down. It took all his will to not focus on her hand that was so dangerously close to ruining what he started. He decided he would pretend she was somebody else, someone who he could be capable of unnerving. She glared intensely at him, but his stifling stare was what threw her off.
Her anger subsided and sadness slyly crept into her mind, as the hand lying on his lap unclenched. She turned to the table, and sighed.
That was when Owen knew that he was doing the right thing and genuinely would not regret the plan. She had given up so easily.
"What do you all think?" Sienna asked.
"Let's face it Sienna, you've lost your touch." Camerón shrugged, as he slipped out of his seat and stood. He looked at Carisa, who was still playing with her vegetables. Taking both of their plates to the kitchen, he walked back over. "Let's go" Camerón instructed, holding a hand out for the girl to grab onto. After a long period of stomping and tantrums, she finally got up out of her seat with a loud screech on the wooden floor. She then reluctantly grasped her father's hand as they both went upstairs.
"I guess dinner's over" Abuela sighed, as she grabbed her the rest of the plates and cleared up the table.
Sienna and Owen were left at the table, her hand still laid there on his lap, refusing to let go for a second. She put her head on the wood and huffed. Owen put his hand on her head and lightly caressed her till her reached her waist.
"Do you think I've lost my touch?" She asked, staring blankly at the window.
"I think that it's about time I stopped taking the backseat"
"At least let me help you take down Fernando" Sienna tried to negotiate the terms of her dismissal from the streets.
"We'll see" Owen lied.
AN: OKAY... LET ME EXPLAIN. It's not a long story. Except that during my holiday, my macbook basically just stopped working which meant that i couldn't write at all in those six weeks. Luckily I have another laptop at home but the problem was that this chapter was on the macbook. I couldn't write ahead because I forgot what i wrote and only now have I got the macbook sorted out. I'm sorry, it wasn't supposed to be like this.
If you had any glimmer of hope that I would update, thank you!
Again, IM SO SORRY
