The Waiting One

Night Two (Part 1) - Confusion & Fear (Alayria's P.O.V.)

Alayria's eyes widen in stunned fear as she recognize the man staring at her at this very second with dark fathomless eyes filled with cold hatred as the same guy who'd been sitting with her friends in the cafeteria at school, and the same guy as the one who'd been standing outside Chanday's house. He is one of the guys responsible for Brandon's death which means the other two male voices she had heard must belong to the othe two that are as well.

He continues to stare at her for a long silent uncomfortable moment then his gaze moves away from her gaze for his to roam very slowly along her body causing an unsettling feeling of trepidation to overwhelm her especially from the strong unwanted reaction from her body due to his open perusal of her person. Her heart is pounding wildly, her pulse racing, her breathing quickening, her breasts heaving heavily with each breath she takes, her n*****s hardened and growing harder and sensitive each time they brush against her t-shirt, her stomach fluttering, her womb clenching, and her p***y clenching and growing hotter wetting her panties.

After a while she fights back her want to squirm under his scrutiny which becomes easier as her annoyance begins to spark over his silence is grating on her last nerve, and she demands. 'Just who do you think you are....' Her bravado disappears as quickly as it appears as he presses a gun to the side of her mouth, and he says chillingly. 'I am the man who can and will shoot your pretty little mouth off if you think of getting mouthy one more time.' Alayria swallows hard as his gaze lowers to her mouth as he speaks, and he says with a slight smirk. 'Especially when that mouth of your can be used in more pleasurable ways.'

Her brow crinkles with confusion for a second then when the realization of his meaning registers in her mind her eyes widen then narrow into a glare of disgust, but she forces herself to keep her mouth shut. (I really need to learn to curb my tongue this is one of the biggest problems I have.) She thinks reprimanding herself.

The guy, whose name she still doesn't know and doubts she really wants to, just grunts when she refuses to take his bait then he lowers the gun away from the side of her mouth to rest on one of his steel like thighs, and he asks. 'Where did a girl like you get your hands on $8,000?'

'It is my money.' She answers glaring at him.

He gives a tiny lift to one thin black brow, and he says in a way that offends her. 'So you worked for it. That explains it then.'

She opens her mouth to answer then slams it closed tightly again while continuing to glare at him especially as she notices the taunting amusement glittering in his eyes, and she answers honestly. 'If by working for it you mean that I worked a few babysitting and cleaning jobs to earn it then yes.'

Her gaze roams to the gun resting on his thigh to see he has his hand resting on the handle as he stares at her, and weigh her answer then he asks. 'And why don't any of the credit cards have your home adress on them?'

"Why? What are you? A crooked Cop?' Alayria snaps in annoyance without thinking.

His eyes grow even darker and before she knows what his intent is he slaps her really hard across the face causing her eyes to grow wide with shock and fear as well as fill with tears blurring her vision, and making it difficult to see him too clearly but she can sure as hell hear him, as he hisses angrily. 'You can stop with the f*****g games right now. Yu know exactly who I am especially when you screamed it in front of an entire cafeteria....I'm the maiuin guy that was accused of killing Brandon Frank.'

Alayria's shock from him slapping her in the face disappears as he mentions her beloved Stepbrother Brandon, and her anger flares and she begins to struggle against the binds on her wrists and ankles, as she snaps angrily. 'You don't mention his name! You are never allowed to speak his name! You murdered him, you hoodlum bastard.'

The guy stands up so fast he flips the coffee table over causing it to bang against the wooden floor as he towers over her now cowering body tied in the chair, and her terrified gaze shoots from his murderous gaze to the barrel of the gun now pointing at the spot between her eyes then to his long sinewy finger resting against the trigger ready to shoot her in the next second. She looks away to look into his eyes again terrified out of her mind, and he screams in thunderous fury. 'I DIDN'T KILL MY f*****g BROTHER!'

'You-you're wh-what?'

Alayria gasps as her mind tries to process what he says through the shock holding her mind making it hard for her to actually believe this psychopath who is pointing a gun at her. His eyes are so violently furious that it makes her tremble with terror and she begins to silently plead to Brandon to protect her just as he always used to do, and to her complete internal relief the guy lowers the gun away from pointing at her head and shoves it into the front wasteband of his jeans. But her relief is short lived as a whimper of fear escapes her when he pulls a knife from under his shirt at his back, and he says stoically. 'Chill, Doe Eyes, I'm just going to cut these plastic ties off you.'

She eyes him suspiciously and tries to hold her breath as he leans over her left shoulder to cut the plastic ties from her wrist, but she ends up taking in a deep breath in through her nose and instantly regrets it as her breath catches tightly in her chest as his darkly spicy, woodsy, and dangerously sensual scent invades her senses causing absolute havoc on her body. Her mind is racing and spinning in too many directions at once even after he cuts the ties at her wrists and she gingerly rubs the red tender skin while he cuts the ties at her ankles next, and she ehars a small voice in her head screaming at her to kick him in his face and make a run for it while she can.

Her breath comes out in a shaky rush then she takes in another deep breath as she makes a note of just how dangerously hot this guy is with him being this close up to her though his imposing form seems to suck the oxygen completely out of the room she notices as he starightens to his full height that he seems to be at 6'6 dwarfing her 5'6 form. The voice at the back of her mind keeps screaming at her to run but her feet and legs refuse to cooperate, and instead she says quietly. 'You didn't answer my question.'

'Tell me why I should when you already have it in your head that I'm lying about it. And just so you know I can see the wheels turning in your mind and if you think you can make a run for it and escape just know that I won't hesitate to put a bullet in the back of your head. And if....which is a huge IF....you do make it outside there are two other guys here who will have no problems with shooting to kill.' He states blankly his expression completely blank making him unreadable.

She slowly rises from the chair gently shaking out each foot one at a time to get the circulation flowing again, and she knows she needs to listen to her fight-or-flight instinct but for some irrational reason something keeps making her feel as though she is safer here in this house with these three gang members than she is anywhere else, and she says. 'You say I refuse to believe what you said, but you are judging me before you know for sure.'

He looks at her for a quiet moment and his gaze becomes mildly curious but mostly amused, and he asks. 'How am I judging you, Alayria Turretto?'

'H-how do you know my name?' She asks shakily. 'And isn't it only fair that I knows yours too?'

He lifts one thin brow at her so she mimmics him lifting one thin brow of her own back at him, and he says. 'How about we make ourselves a deal though it is one that will benefit me more than it will you.'

Now, she raises both of her brows as she stares at him like he is completely out of his mind, and she asks bluntly. 'Why would I agree to make any deal with a guy like you? And especially knowing that it won't benefit me?'

His lips twitch just slightly and he takes a couple of steps towards her causing her to take a few unsteady steps back from him, and he says in a casual way as though they are talking about the weather. 'Then let's put it this way, you will do exactly what I tell you to do....when I f*****g tell you to do it. If you defy me and refuse to do what I say then I will make you pay in ways that will have you wishing the abuse you have gone through from Thomas Frank would have killed you. And if this isn't insentive enough for you, then I can always allow my two homies in the other room to go see your two little friends Bryenna and Chanday to have a little fun of their own.'

'You are an evil bastard! You can't just threaten me like this and actually think....' She begins to snap at him but her outrage is cut short as he wraps his hands around her throat and shoves her down onto the couch while she tries to kick and wiggle to get free though he has her pinned down with his heavy muscular weight as he glares down at her with dark threatening eyes as she scratches and claws at his hands staring up at him with tear blurred eyes struggling to breathe, and he smirks down at her. 'I can do whatever the f**k I want to you, b***h, you're nothing to me. You're nothing to anyone.'

Then he releases his hold on her throat yanking his hands away then scrubbing his palms against his jean clad thighs as though she disgusts him then he leaves the room while she coughs, and wheezes trying to catch her breath again after almost being choked out by him, and it again comes to her that he isn't just dangerous....he is a complete psycho. She coughs and wheezes for a moment more then once she can fianlly breathe and swallow to ease her sore tender throat she looks around the room since he is no longer with her, and she begins to try and think of how she can escape without being noticed.

Alayria very slowly pushes herself up into a sitting position on the couch and again her gaze roams around the room she now sees is the living room, and a nicely furnished one at that with the large black suede couch she is sitting on, to the three black suede recliner chairs, to the still upturned coffee table, the four standing lamps, and the expensive flat screen tv on the far wall. So, these guys must be into some heavy duty illegal activities to be able to afford things like this.

(Even more of a reason for me to get the hell out of here.) She thinks hurriedly to herself. (Plan. I need a plan. Once I get out of this house maybe I can make it to a neighbors, and ask to use the phone to call the Police to report my abduction.)

Though the plan isn't completely solid she at least has something in mind that she hopes will work, and that can get these three lunatics locked up where they belong for good. Nodding silently to herself, she stands up slowly feeling a wave of dizziness overcome her causing her to sway and grab her head realizing she probably has a nasty concussion from being hit in her head earlier with something hard. She stays like this for a few moments until the dizziness fades then her gaze slides to the direction in which the gang leader had disappeared then carefully to the front door of the house trying to determine if she can make it without being noticed right away.

After another moment, she decides to take the chance and she runs for the front door, and that's when she ehars one of the guys yell. 'Hey!'

"s**t!' The other guy says as Alayria keeps running to the front door.

Alayria is on her high school track team so she is a fast runner only she isn't fast enough as she hears a loud thump sounding behind her as though something has hit the wooden floor really hard causing her to scream, and before she reaches the door on her own she feels someone grip her by the back of the neck tightly then she is slammed forcefully facefirst into the door smacking her head once again making her cry out, and a dark furious voice says behind her close to her ear. 'I warned you, chica, now you will pay for your stupidity.'

She is shaking so bad in raw terror though she can also feel that messed up unwanted shiver ride her spine again just from his hot breath against the back of her neck and close to her ear, but before she can try to apologize or even beg for him to just let her leave she is pulled back from the door then pushed angrily towards the other two men now in the room, and the leader orders. 'Take her to the room and lock the f*****g door. Then go get her little friends so she can find out just how serious I was about my threat.'