Playing With Fire (Terry Silver)

Chapter Twenty-Three

(A/N A bit of a shorter chapter but I promise there's more to come. Also this is a slight TW, this chapter is pretty dark and abusive. I mean this book is about Terry Silver after all. I'd love some feedback, do y'all feel this is to dark or should I keep going this route. Please comment and let me know. Tysm for all of the love)

"What?"
Amara says to Tory, absolutely shocked. Tory nods.
"My dad was in Cobra Kai?"
She shakes her head our if both shock and confusion. Tory just nods, she doesn't know what to say or how to handle this situation. It wasn't exactly everyday she was dropping huge bombs into her best friends life. Tory thinks for a moment,
"Kreese says that he might be able to help you take down Silver. When he was seventeen, Terry promised him fifty percent of Cobra Kai in exchange for him winning the tournament and defeating Mr.LaRusso. He was getting revenge for Kreese after Mr.LaRusso and his old Sensei beat Cobra Kai in the All Valley before that one."
Tory explains.
"You really think he'll help us?"
Amara asks,
"Even if he doesn't, wouldn't you want to meet your real dad anyways?"
Tory asks, confused. Maybe she didn't want to know who her real father was. Amara hesitates before answering,
"I don't know. My mother surely didn't want me around him."
She say and Tory nods in understanding.
"But, he may just be our best shot at taking down Terry."
Amara adds on.
"Whatever happens, I'm gonna be here for you, Mars."
Tory says, sitting down next to Amara facing her so their knees are touching. Amara leans her head into Tory's chest and Tory runs her fingers through Amara's hair, playing with her ponytail.
"Do you think we're best friends in every universe?"
Amara asks sadly and Tory chuckles,
"Of course we are. Now I'm trying to fix your hair, I messed up your braid so hold still."
Amara laughs,
"I'm this close to strangling you, you know."
She puts her hand on Tory's throat as a joke before getting up and heading over to the mirror to fix her hair.

After she fixes her hair, she quickly changes into her regular clothes. Amara sits on the bench and pulls out her phone. She goes onto the internet browser and searches 'Mike Barnes'

Amara quickly comes to learn that the man who is her father, is also the proud owner of Agoura Fine Furnishings. She also comes to find that his store was recently the latest victim of an arson attack. The police have no leads on who was involved.

On the ride home from the dojo, Amara doesn't say much. She can tell Terry is angry about what happened with the other Sensei's. He's gripping the steering wheel so tight his knuckles are turning white.
"What's the matter, doll?"
Terry asks in a stern voice breaking the silence. Amara slightly jumps at the sudden noise and the tone of his voice. She quickly shakes her head,
"No. It's, it's nothing."
She smiles slightly, wanting to stay below Terry's radar.
"No, no, no. None of that shit, what's the matter, doll?"
He asks, even more angry this time if that's possible. Amara sighs,
"Okay, well you look a little.. stressed."
Amara breathes out carefully, hoping that it doesn't anger him even further.
"You proposing a solution to that, angel?"
He smirks, placing his hand on her thigh, gripping it tightly causing Amara to let out a moan at the sudden sensation. Terry chuckles darkly at this,
"Look at you. All desperate for me, little girl."
Amara breathes heavily placing her hand tightly on top of Terrys, which is still on her thigh, preventing him from moving any further up her thigh. She shakes her head,
"No, Terry. That's not what I was suggesting."
Amara responds, sternly. This only further angers Terry. He pulls into the driveway of his mansion.

He easily moves Amara's hand off the top of his once he puts the car in park. Amara shifts to the right side of her seat, trying to get far away from Terry.
"Denying me will only hurt you in the long run."
He chuckles darkly, stepping out of the car and heading over to her door, opening it for her.

Once Amara stands in the garage from the car, she is almost immediately pinned against the car by Terry's strong body.
"Terry, get the fuck off of me!"
She shouts at him, trying to push him off. He chuckles. A few tears fall from Amara's eyes and she tries to call for help.
"Oh, sweetheart, your screams are like music to my ears."
He says, leaning in a licking the tears off of her face.
"T-terry please."
She begs. Terry loves hearing his pathetic toy beg. Terry leans over towards her ear,
"I like it when you play hard to get."
He whispers sexily. Amara takes a deep breath.

While Terry's whispering in her ear, his tight grip on her body slightly loosens. His grip loosens just enough for Amara to quickly sweep his leg, sending him to the ground. She makes a run for the garage door the led to the inside of the house. She quickly runs inside and locks the door behind her. She sees one of the security guards who watches over the house and runs over to him. He's standing by the glass window that looks into the homes courtyard.

The security guard is Glenn. Glenn is a big guy. He also happens to be a martial artist. But what Amara doesn't know, is Terry strategically hand picked the staff that would be working in this home. He knew that eventually Amara would try to escape him.

"Glenn, please, you've gotta help me. It's Terry, he's-"
She begs but Glenn grabs Amara and holds her arms. Amara thrashes in his grip. She attempts to do a hook kick towards Glenn's legs but he anticipates it and uses his large leg to kick behind Amara's knees sending her to the ground.

Amara lands harshly on the floor on her knees, Glenn still held her arms in a tight grip. Amara's face filled with fear when she was the garage door open and Terry walks into the house, with an evil smirk on his face,

"Oh angel, you are so going to regret that."
He says in a malicious voice, taking long, slow steps towards her. Amara's whole body stiffened with fear. She could barely manage to say a word. None the less, fight off both Glenn and Terry. Her mouth was agape in shock. She breathed heavily when he put his fingers under her chin and forced her to look up at him.
"Come on, doll. Let's go to our room."
Terry orders, roughly grabbing her arm. Terry sends a curt nod to Glenn and he immediately lets Amara's arms loose from his iron tight grip.

Amara shakes her head while Terry pulls her up from her knees back to her feet. Her knees felt weak from fear.
"No."
She cried quietly. Terry chuckles darkly at her current state. He practically drags Amara down the hallway leading to their bedroom. As the two approached the doorway, Amara began to shout,
"No! Terry I want to go home!"
She shouts, finding the strength in her body. She uses all of her strength to attempt to pull away from Terry's grip on her arm. But she's no match for Terry.

Terry spins her body so the two are facing one another,
"Don't you get it, doll? This is your home."
He spits out angrily at her, opening the mahogany door leading to their bedroom and forcing her inside.
"And if you keep on trying to run away,"
Terry pauses, locking the bedroom door,
"I'll have to tie you up and keep you here all for myself."