Been Here All Along: Kiss it Goodbye
Disclaimer: I don't own SWAC.
Sonny and Tawni jetted out of the airport and boarded the first taxi they found, leaving their glamorous selves aside. Sonny stared out the window while Tawni surfed the web on her iPhone to try and locate Chad, while toying with the pink bejeweled case.
"He was last seen on Eighth Street an hour ago. With this traffic he couldn't have gotten too far." Tawni said.
"Eighth? Ha! We won't make it for an hour!" The taxi driver responded.
"An hour?" Sonny asked nervously. "We need to be there NOW!" She looked around and noticed the rain had stopped. Without thinking twice, she opened the door and ran out, leaving fifty dollars in her place. Tawni chased behind her.
"Sonny? Where are you going?" Tawni yelled. Sonny didn't reply. Instead she ran out to LeJeune and kept running south. She didn't know the city well, but her intuition wouldn't fail her. Tawni followed behind her, but she fell behind and lost sight of Sonny.
After running for half an hour and reaching 8th, Sonny grew tired and sat down. She was shaking uncontrollably, and sweat trickled down her forehead. The Miami heat was just too much for her, and soon her vision started to blur. Slowly, she got up and bought a water at a café next to where she sat. When she turned around, she bumped into someone, and a blur of blonde hair took over her vision.
"Sorry." She looked up and saw Tawni.
"I'm so glad I found you! I've been looking all over! Are you okay?"
Sonny sighed and sat down. "Yeah, I guess. I didn't find out very much." Tawni sat beside her and pulled out her iPhone from her purse.
"Lucky for you, Sonny, I did."
Tawni had a few friends in Miami that knew where Sam's show was filming. After an hour wait in another taxi, the girls got to the set and found the whole crew, but they couldn't pass.
"I'm Sonny Munroe! And it's an emergency!" Sonny frantically spat, trying to get across.
"Is it life or death?" The bodyguard asked sarcastically. Tawni nodded, and the burly man brought Sam out reluctantly.
"Sonny?" Sam asked, taken aback.
Sonny quickly blanked out as memories of her relationship with Sam came flooding back.
Sonny Munroe could only hear three things. The first was the pounding of her tennis shoes on the hot pavement. The second was the blood crashing against her skull painfully, trying to remember how she got to this in the first place. And the third was the panicked screams that she had just exchanged with Sam.
Sam had gotten up to use the restroom, and his phone rang. Sonny looked around and answered the call harmlessly.
"Hey, baby." A female's voice responded from the other end. "Did you ditch the bitch?" Sonny hang up, shaking. When Sam came, she confronted him about the call. Slowly, a conversation started escalating to a full-blown argument. Sonny picked up her purse and tried to leave, but Sam grabbed her arm and pulled her back.
"Sam. Let me go. Now." Sonny said fiercely. He grabbed her neck and slammed her into the wall repeatedly. He smacked her with one hand while choking her with another.
"Sam! What the hell are you doing?" Sonny shrieked. She tried to release from his grasp, but Sam just held tighter. He threw her to the floor, and Sonny tried to crawl away. He stepped on her back and kicked her once in the gut.
"Get off of me, asshole!" She punched his stomach and got up, and he kicked her down again. Sonny grabbed the first thing available, a desk lamp, and threw it at his crotch. She quickly got up and left the apartment as he cringed in pain.
Sonny quickly snapped back to life and stared at him straight in the eyes. Those green eyes that once had her under his malicious spell. Those green eyes that were full of hatred that one unfortunate night. Those green eyes which now represented Hell on Earth for her.
Tawni grabbed her hand and led Sonny forward. "Sonny has something to say." Tawni said, nudging Sonny. Sonny looked at Tawni and gave her a dirty look, and faced Sam's face. She studied his face carefully, trying to find change. His lips were pursed very tightly, as if he expected her to bring up that night. His face was pale, and she knew she had him under her grasp. She could've ruined his career at any moment, just by running in front of the cameras and saying the truth. Sonny took a deep breath and smirked at him.
"Fuck you." Sonny spun on her heels and walked away, while Tawni trailed behind. She didn't look back at any moment, but she knew he stood there in bewilderment.
Sorry it took me so long to type this up. Half of it was done on my iPod, and then I corrected the rest on my computer. I felt that the new name was more appropriate, and you'll soon find out why.
This story is reaching its culminating point, and I'm trying to decide if there should be a showdown in between Sam and Chad. Let me know what you think, because I have no idea which direction to go.
Signing off, Wizardly Vampirefied.