Lost in the Depth

Plausible Deniability

Antonio

I have no words. Nothing. How can she just.. Ugh!

I need to punch something. Like right now. The closest thing next to me is the buttons on the elevator. I treat that shit like my own personal boxing bag. And luckily for me, karma comes quicker than expected.

As I keep kicking and punching the buttons, some of them break, others pop out and then I feel the elevator stop. But there's no ding like there usually is. I am about to fucking lose it right now.

I groan and slump against the wall of the elevator, all of my anger anguished. Now that it's gone, the pain in my fists replaces it and I rub my knuckles.

So I'm stuck in an elevator. And there's not even a girl or something in here I can bang. 

Wow did I really just think that?

Another groan makes it's way out and my head falls into my hands. This is no doubt part of the universe's plot against me. And Rayna's as well. My thoughts drift back to her and the anger is back.

She's done more shit to me than I have to her, ever since I met her and I don't know why, but every time she does, I just forgive her like it's nothing. Like she can just stomp all over my heart and ruin my life and it's fine.

That girl does some really weird shit to my head. I mean, I've never had a problem with girls before. I meet one, we fuck, I leave. Sometimes I even date one for a while if I get bored.

But with Rayna it's like some sort of trivial game of Twister. One wrong move and suddenly you're falling. When ever I run into a girl like this, one that makes my head spin even thinking about what she wants from me, I just walk away.

But with Rayna, I can't.

I want her. I want her like I've never wanted anything before. And that scares the shit out of me.

Especially since she doesn't want me. But then sometimes I think she does. But then she denies the shit out of it. It's like she's trying to act like a politician and she's practicing having plausible deniability. And it's working, because I believe her every time she denies any feelings for me.

I get up and press the security button. Broken.

I get my phone out. No reception.

Guess I'm stuck here until the next person decides to use the elevator. Judging from the size of this hotel, that won't be long.

I haven't slept since we got here. I've been busy with arranging who'll take over my mafia once I move here for good.

Yes. I'm moving here. Why, you ask?

For the person who doesn't even want me here. 

That's why, now, as I sit on the floor of this godforsaken elevator, my mind slowly does a 180 on it's previous, hastily made decision. I'll be going back alright. No point staying where no one wants me.

As I sit and contemplate how my life got so fucking hard, my mind drifts off and my eyes become heavy. And then I nod off into a peaceful slumber.

---

"Excuse me," a soft voice says in the darkness. A slight nudge on my shoulder.

"Excuse me, sir."

My eyes slowly open to meet the face of a young woman. She's blushing and speaking softly. Her hand is on my shoulder but it's shaking for some reason.

She seems nice but shy and she's not too hard on the eyes. My mind fully wakes from the sleep and I sheepishly smile at her. Her cheeks become even more red.