Disclaimers: I Do not own DTBH….Unfortunately. I do not own WWE either!
(A/N: Sorry for the delay, I was going to write the next chapter the next day but,…I have no excuse. I just didn't.)
The rest of the night, I tried to stay close to Beth and Lyssa. I was still confused why Leland looked mad at me. I shrugged it off and tried to concentrate on the Chapman's current conversation.
"I think that if tomorrow we start with the girlfriend, she might help us. She's pregnant; she'll want to keep her baby safe." Dog said. I think it was suppose to be a suggestion, but he made it sound like an order.
"Duane, if we push her too much she might have an emotional break down. We already scared the poor girl half to death this morning." Beth tried to reason. I bet they're talking about a fugitive. I glanced at my dad. He was leaning back in his chair with his hands folded over his chest. Is he even listening? I'm listening, and I'm not even a bounty hunter! He'd better be listening!
"I think that we should check with the family. The guy's only, like what, 20? He probably ran home to mom." Duane Lee suggested. I looked at Duane Lee close for the first time. He was definitely handsome. He was tall, built, I doubt he has any tattoos.
"I agree with ya, Brah." Leland spoke up for the first time all night. I was looking at
Duane Lee, when he looked back at me and winked. I felt my face starting to go red. I
looked down at the ground so that he wouldn't see me.
"So, Lindsey, has your dad told you what you'll be doing while you're here?" Duane Lee
asked in an amused tone. I looked up quickly, and locked eyes with my dad. I glared at
him for a minute before I spoke up.
"No. He hasn't said a word about it." I said curtly. I could literally feel the atmosphere
change. They know and didn't tell me.
"Um, I thought that you could help out in the office." He started. "You know like filing
papers. Or set up meetings-"
"Or you could get your bounty hunter's license. That your dad got made for you. And
help us get fugitives." Duane Lee interrupted.
"You're high. The deal was I came to Hawaii. Judge Taft-"
"This was Judge Taft's idea. He thought it would show what will happen next time you do
something stupid." My dad cut me off. I stood up but, continued to keep my eyes locked
on my dad.
"And you think I'll do it?" I questioned with a raised eyebrow. My dad stood up.
"I know you will. I have Taft on speed dial." He threatened.
"Call him. I dare you." I said. I turned on my heal and walked into the house. I ran
upstairs and locked my door. I began putting my clothes back into my suitcases. I was not
putting my fellow criminals away! There ain't no way! I was almost finished packing when
Someone knocked on my door.
"Go away! I'm busy." I said while still folding clothes, and packing them.
"Lindsey, please let me in. I didn't mean to upset you. I thought your dad already
explained it to you." Duane Lee said softly from the other side of my door. I half ran to
the door. I opened and about made Duane Lee fall, from leaning on my door.
"Whoa!" I exclaimed. He caught himself on the frame. He steadied himself and then
walked in. He sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at the suitcases next to him.
"Going somewhere?" He asked while pointing to my bags.
"I will be once he calls Taft. I'm not putting away people, that aren't any better than I
am." I explained. I'm a criminal too. That's why I'm here.
"Wait. Don't pack anymore. Come here." He said. He pointed to an empty spot on the
bed that was right next to him. I thought a second, then sat down beside him. Duane Lee
put his arm around my shoulders. "I'm probably not the best person to be trying to
convince you but, here goes my best shot. The criminals we chase are the ones that aren't
trying to fix their mistakes. You're here in Hawaii, so that you can make up for it."
"What do you want me to say? Gee Duane Lee, thanks for saying that I'm not the average
criminal! I'm the special kind!" I said sarcastically. I felt him laugh under his breath.
"I want you to say; thanks Duane Lee, I don't think it's right, but I'll be at the office
tomorrow morning. And I'll have a monster for myself and you." He said with a fake
smile. I laughed and put my head on his chest. He leaned back, and put his arm behind his
head but, his other one stayed on my shoulders.
"Thank you Duane Lee. But how did you know that I drink monster?" I asked him. I tried
to stay focused on my question, instead of how much I liked our position right now.
"I saw that your dad had stocked up on em. And everyone knows that he doesn't drink
monster. And I know that he doesn't like me that much to buy that many." He answered
while laughing at his own little form of sarcasm. I rolled my eyes at his amusement. We sat
there for a minute in silence. Just listening to the sound of our even breaths.
"Duane Lee! You in here, Brah?" A voice yelled from the other side of the door while
they pounded on the door. I looked up and saw Duane Lee roll his eyes.
"Yes, Leland. I'm in here." He replied. I heard the door handle trying to be turned but, it
was locked. Ha ha! Take that!
"The door's locked!" Leland said. No shit! Why would I want anyone in here? Well,
besides Duane Lee obviously.
"Yeah! We know that!" Duane Lee replied. I laughed at his facial expression. It was one
of those 'It has a reason why it's like that' look. He smiled down at me and winked again.
"Why is it locked, Duane Lee?" Leland asked a little irritated.
"To keep intruders, like yourself, out." Duane Lee answered. There was a final bang on
the door before we heard Leland stomp down the stairs. I nestled back into Duane's chest.
I closed my eyes, just as he decided to speak. "So, are you gonna be in the office
tomorrow bright and early?"
"At the office? Maybe. Bright and early? Hell no." I answered.
"I didn't expect you to. I'm almost always the first one there, and I never get to the office
before ten." He said. I closed my eyes again. We sat laid there for a few more minutes in
silence.
"Lindsey! Duane Lee! What in the do you think you're doing?" Beth yelled from the
hallway. I heard something in the lock. Just then; Beth, Dog, and my dad barged in.
"We were sleeping." Duane Lee answered in a sleepy voice. I nodded and tried to get
back to sleep.
"Sleeping? That's your best excuse? Her clothes are in suitcases. Your on here bed. And
your pants are unzipped!" She yelled. I looked and saw that his pants were unzipped, and
he was wearing black boxers. He didn't even open his eyes, he just zipped his pants.
"That's just a coincidence." He explained. He tried to put his arm back around me, but I
sat up and looked at Beth and Dog. I put on my most innocent face.
"We weren't doing anything. Honestly. We just got tired and laid down. That's all. What
kind of girl do you think I am?" I asked trying to look hurt. I saw Dog's and my dad's
faces soften.
"Oh no! We didn't mean to say… I mean we don't think you're…I'm sorry. We didn't
mean anything like that." Dog tried to apologize. I looked down at the bed trying to still
look hurt.
"It's fine." I said barely above a whisper. I glanced down at Duane Lee. He was trying not
to laugh. Damn, he knew I was acting.
"Wait a minute! Why are your bags packed?" My dad finally cut in.
"I was going to go back. But Duane Lee kinda…sort of convinced me not to." I
answered.
"Oh…" He replied. Not knowing what to say.
"We're sorry that we jumped to conclusions like that." Dog apologized. I saw Beth nod.
"I guess we'll leave you two alone." My dad said while starting to back out of my room.
Dog left with him, but Beth stayed after for a minute.
"Nice performance. But, I still got my eyes on you two." She said while looking at me. I
smiled as she left the room. I laid back down on Duane Lee's chest. He started playing
with my hair.
"That really was a nice performance." He said after a minute.
"I know. I'm really good at acting innocent." I said. I sat up again, and Duane Lee
followed suit.
"How innocent are you?" He asked with a wild look in his eyes. He leaned forward, just as
our lips were about to meet, someone cleared their throat from the door way. We jumped
back quickly, and tried to act normal. I continued to look down at the floor.
"Well, I guess it's a good thing I came to get you when I did. And by the looks of it, not
a minute later." An amused voice said sarcastically. Damn him! Why did he have to come
up here now?
"Shut up, Le. I was trying to, uh, give her CPR." Duane Lee said while getting off the
bed.
"Uh huh, sure. Whatever you say." Leland said with a smirk. "And speaking of saying; you
aren't talking much. What? Nothing to say? That's a first."
"How about this; you can go fuck yourself, you prick." I said with venom in my voice.
"Nah. I'd rather not. And next time you meet somebody, why don't you before checking
them out?" He replied with that stupid smirk on his stupid face. He walked out shutting
my door behind him.
Well, at least I know who's first on my hit list. Leland 'Prick' Chapman