Stalker...

Chapter 4

They sat in the backseat; Tyson holding Maria closer than he ever had before. This time was different. This time, there was something else driving them. Her hand slid up to his chest, rubbing small circles under the collar of his shirt. His breath hitched as her nail slid along his jawline. He knew what he wanted, but something was telling him she didn't want the same.

"Make your move," he smirked, "I'm not doing anything until you tell me what you want."

"I want you, Tyson. Not just the part of you I see in the ring; all of you."

She moved in slowly, her eyes locked in on his lips. He put his hand on her chest, "Wait, are you sure you want to do this?"

She hesitated briefly, "yes. I wouldn't want this to be with anyone else."

He leaned in closer and closer to her, the tension growing almost unbearable. For a moment, she thought she could hear her heart beating. A solid, still beat. A rush of blood. Thoughts filled with clouds. Clouds, she was floating. Floating high above the trees. The only pain she felt was pure, focused on one point. A pain made only of love. He really did love her, even if she didn't know it.

Tyson awoke hours later, the dim light of day barely shining through the rear window. Maria was still asleep on top of him, her hair strewn across his chest. He reached for the phone lying on the console, only to realize what time it truly was. Damn it. We've been gone all night. He thought of waking her, but he only wished for five more minutes (or one more round) with her. His judgement got the better of him as he shook her awake, "Maria. Wake up, Angel."

"Tyson? What- where are we?"

He handed her his shirt to cover herself as she sat up. She looked around, confused, before realizing where she was. The sun hit her eyes quickly as she turned around, seeing a vehicle heading their way. The vehicle stopped behind them, followed by the doors swinging open quickly. Dima and Mikhail exited the vehicle, approaching from both sides. Maria looked down quickly to make sure she was decent before they leaned against the windows. Both doors were pulled open at the same time as she was pulled out from the car. Mikhail gripped her arms tightly while Dima held Tyson back. No, I can't go through this again. Not with Tyson too.

"Have you been out here all night?" Mikhail seethed. He turned to Tyson, "what the hell did you do to my cousin?"

"Mik, it wasn't him. It was all me. I told him to pull over." She pleaded, "let's just go home."

"Oh, you're going home alright. You're going back to the apartment and you're not leaving. You're never seeing this guy again."

"Mik..." The tears she so desperately held back were too strong now. They spilled from her eyes onto her cheek, "Mik...please...don't do this to me. Not again." She turned to Dima, "I can't go through this again."

Before she could realize what had happened, she took off into the woods. Her mind was racing faster than her feet could carry her. Nothing could stop her again, not after what had happened last time.

No...no...no...Dima, what are you doing? Dima, unlock the door. Unlock the door! Dima! Please... don't leave me in here...don't leave me... I didn't do anything wrong...I'll behave...I promise. I promise. *CRASH* damnit! No, don't do it...you're better than this... ah!

Blood. I missed this. Seeing it flow down my arms...the pain. Dima, I- I don't feel so well...

She ran and ran until she could go no further. She was standing at the edge of a cliff. Below the cliff was nothing was water and rocks. Dare she take the risk, it would end quicker than last time.