The Warehouse Part 2
A/N- So here it is.. the highly anticipated Part 2 lol... Thanks to those of you who continuously review every chapter! I appreciate you guys and you make me want to write! This is dedicated to you :)
She took a moment to compose herself and closed her eyes. The image of Junior holding Jason was burned in her retinas, and she wasn't sure she would ever want to forget it.
Opening her eyes she looked around her before walking towards the door. She had hope, for her son and her son's father and that was all she could ask for.
Her hand rested on the doorknob for just a moment before she gently turned it and opened the door.
"Well, it's about time," someone stated and although she couldn't see them, she instantly recognized their voice.
She stood in the doorway and let her eyes adjust to the changes in light.
"What do you want?" she asked into the air as she squinted into the shadows trying to see them.
"Just what I was promised," the person replied.
She took a moment trying to determine where the noise came from, before slowly walking farther into the warehouse.
"I'm over here," the voice echoed.
The metal walls made the sound reverberate through the room and she instantly felt disoriented although she could tell where the voice originated.
Slowly she made her way deeper into the warehouse and found the person sitting, cross-legged at a small metal table with a set of drinks in front of them.
"Set down," she stated "let's catch up."
She felt herself plop into the seat as she looked at the person in front of her. What in the world was Winn doing working for her?
"What do you want?" she asked again, looking her dead in the eyes.
"Now, Now," she replied "what is with all this business hoopla. I said let's catch up."
She felt a poof of air leave her lips and gently blow her bangs off of her forehead.
"How about we just cut to the chase?" Kris stated bluntly, not having time to play her games.
"Fine," she stated "I want what I was promised."
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Jean sat on the porch gently swinging back and forth looking off into the distance. It seemed like only yesterday Kris had come to them from Camp Lagrange and now she was part of the family.
It wasn't really that per say that bothered her, and she really wasn't even sure she could say she was bothered. It was more a festering worry that had encompassed her days, at least lately.
She closed her eyes and pictured the young girl that had slid her way out of Pablo's car and into all of their hearts.
The Kris now was much stronger and wiser; at least that was what she told herself as she watched her son, his wife, and his best friend pace in the yard.
There was little they could do, they had learned that very recently when Kris had been kidnapped, and sitting and waiting didn't help the tension that lingered in the air.
"Well," she whispered quietly to herself "no use in being useless."
Hopping off of the porch she made her way into the kitchen of the house, and quickly put on a pot of coffee. She wasn't sure why but she somehow knew that this was going to be another long night.
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The two men stood next to each other as Dani paced beside them.
"There has got to be something we can do," she stated.
"Dani," Matt replied "we have no clues as to where they went or who took her. Right now the important thing to do is to stay here and wait it out."
He watched her whip around and look at him for a moment before he instantly regretted what he had said.
"Are you giving up on Kris?" she asked "Because I remember a time when she wouldn't give up on you."
With that Dani turned and stormed her way into the house leaving the two men once again standing alone.
"She sure is a pistol," Matt stated as he looked at her brother standing next to him smirking.
"I'm just glad she said it," the man replied looking at him for just an instant.
"You agree, I take it?" Matt replied questioningly.
"Yeah I do," Junior stated looking off into the distance.
"I think," Junior stated "we should clear the air. Are we cool?"
Matt looked at him for just a moment contemplating everything that had gone on since Junior had come back.
"Yeah," he stated "we're cool."
The two men quickly did their guy handshake and then embraced in a quick hug.
"Well now that that's out of the way, what should we do about Kris?"
Matt looked away from him, not bearing to look him in the eyes as he spoke.
"I'm not giving up on her Junior, you know I wouldn't do that just as you wouldn't. But, at this point in time there is little to nothing we can do but wait."
He heard the man let out a long, exhausted sigh as he looked down at the baby sitting in the carrier next to him.
"You really do love her, don't you?" he questioned as he looked down at the small boy as well.
"More than you could ever know," Junior replied as he picked up the carrier and slowly made his way to the house.
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She could feel the mechanisms of her brain slowly ticking away as she followed the scattered thinking of the person in front of her.
The words seemed to echo around her and she contemplated their meaning.
"I want what I was promised."
"What I was promised."
"Promised."
She shook her head gently focusing once again on the person in front of her. She was confused at what she meant and it must have been viewable by the look on her face because the women in front of her spoke again.
"Come on Kris, it wasn't that long ago. You remember."
Suddenly it dawned on her and she instantly felt sick to her stomach.
"What is the favor Tina?" she asked looking at the girl in front of her once more. "What do you want?"
She watched as the woman threw back her head and laughed heartily and she wasn't sure if it was at her or at the situation she was in.
"Now, now" she replied "I thought we said no questions asked?"
She shook her head slowly, having a hard time believing the situation she was in.
"What is the favor?" she asked bitterly suddenly wishing she had stayed in the car with Winn.
"I need you to race."
Kris looked at her for a moment completely confused.
"But Tina," she argued "I haven't raced since.."
"Since Junior died," the women replied interrupting her. "And your point is?"
"I'm out of shape, I haven't jockeyed in forever. It would take me awhile to get back in shape."
"I'm still waiting for your point," she stated brusquely.
She could feel her hands shake a bit as she thought about it. She hadn't raced in forever would she really be able to do this.
"But I don't have a horse," she stated looking at the woman in front of her.
"My investors do." Tina replied sharply back at her.
"Investors?" Kris asked, "What exactly are you getting out of this?"
She watched as the woman in front of her smiled once again and then leaned over and tapped her on the arm.
"What do you think," she replied.
"Money," Kris stated bluntly.
"A girl has got to have money to have fun," Tina replied.
She nodded her head, instantly understanding how truly manipulative Tina could be.
"Just one more thing," Kris asked as she stood up from the table "why me?"
"Because," she replied simply "you owe me."
Kris nodded her head in agreement before continuing "but that wouldn't persuade your investor, would it?"
"Let's just say," Tina replied "they had a vested interest in you."
"What exactly is that suppose to mean?" she asked looking around the warehouse once more. She suddenly felt very uneasy about the situation.
"Think about it Kris, do you honestly think I would hire a driver to come pick you up? That's just not my style."
Kris stood for a moment contemplating what Tina had said to her.
"Who exactly are your investors?" she questioned. She silently wondered what exactly she was getting herself into.
"Ah, ah, ah" Tina replied "no questions asked."
"But," Kris continued.
"No buts," Tina interrupted "either you do it or you don't. But you and I both know that you don't really have a choice do you?"
She shook her head silently turning and walking away quietly and quickly from the table.
When she reached the door she heard Tina loudly call out to her.
"Your driver will be around in a moment to take you back to Raintree. It was nice to see you again, Kris. It really was."
As she placed her handle on the doorknob she heard Tina gently clear her throat.
"Oh, Kris, and one more thing."
"What?" she snapped as she whipped back around looking into the darkness of the warehouse.
"I told you to go for it with Junior. Wasn't it worth it?"
She could feel the contents of her stomach rising in her throat and she threw open the door, quickly running into the fresh air.
She stood for a moment gasping in the clean air and forcing the vomit down her throat. She wouldn't let her take that from her, no matter what she couldn't take that.