Havana Nights

torn

I was sitting in the charter plane on the tarmac waiting for us to take off. I was on my way to Miami to go see a friend who got his hands on some rare Japanese Whiskey. I wanted to get some for Tine.  I was looking out the window when I closed my eyes and shook my head. I could have sworn I just saw Tine. Maybe it was just because I was thinking of him.  I took off my sunglasses and looked again. He turned around now and was standing at the top of the stairs on a private jet. He was talking on his cell phone while looking around, wearing a 3 piece suite and sunglasses. I have never seen Tine in a suite before. I didn't look like him, but it was definitely him. He started walking down the stairs, there was a black car with a driver waiting for him.

Tine's pov:

"Hey Jose, how you doing? Hey Tine, good thanks man. Wat is not here, he is in Miami for 2 days. He will be back tomorrow. Cool, thanks man"

I was lying on the couch when I heard him open the door. I was smiling as I knew he would be surprised. He stepped through the door and then saw me. "Hey babe". He just looked at me, no emotion at all. He stepped forward and crashed his lips onto mine. He pushed me against the wall, hard. He started kissing and biting my neck, ok this was new. Not that I was complaining, but it felt strange. He pulled at my lower lip as he ripped open my shirt and pulled down my pants. He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around him. He pushed directly into me, hard. I groaned, fuck Wat! Aaaargh. He kept on pushing, harder and deeper every time. "You like that baby don't you". He was pushing me so hard the splinters from the wood were sticking into my back. Something was wrong. "Is this how you like to be fucked Tine?" He was still slamming me against the wall. "Come for Daddy". It was as if my dick remembered the command. I came between us. He pulled out immediately, stepped back and slapped me, hard. I KNEW IT! I fucking knew it, he shouted. I didn't believe it at first, but you just fucking proved it Tine.

I dropped to the floor, my legs unable to support me. " You knew who I was the day you walked into that bar didn't you"? I nodded. There was no point lying now. He grabbed his head. Tears were streaming down his face. Were you there to kill me? I nodded again. Why not just fucking kill me Tine? How could you do this to me? He fell on his knees before me. How could you do this? He screamed in agony. Why this torture? Why rip out my heart? Was this all just a fun little game to you? Lets completely destroy Sarawats heart. Why Tine? Why not just kill me?

I love you Wat, I whispered. I fell in love with you.

He stood up. Anger rising in him. You love me? You fucking love me? ALL LIES! You're a fucking liar.  It was all a lie!! Every second of it!! He laughed, stepped forward and football kicked me in the jaw. I could feel it break, I didn't care, I deserved it. I deserved worse.

Get out of my sight, I never want to see you again.

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6 months later.

Sarawats Pov:

Jose came up to me. "Wat that girl wants to speak to you". I already saw her. I didn't want to talk to her, I could see she was Thai. I walked over. "What do you want"?

"I am happy to finally meet you Wat, my name is Pear. My name is Sarawat. My apologies, it's just that he always called you...she stopped talking

I am going to ask you one last time, what do you want and then I am going to throw you out of this bar. Sarawat, I wouldn't be here if I wasn't desperate. Please, if you ever loved Tine, just give me one minute. Just one and I will explain. I wanted to throw her through the window. You have one minute. I sat down. Now talk

I need you to come to Bangkok with me and talk to Tine. You are the only one that can help us now. Are you fucking insane? Please Wat...I mean Sarawat. We won't survive without him. What do you mean? When Tine left you he must have grabbed a bottle of liquor and passed out in an alley. He was robbed of all his personal belongings so he couldn't call us and we could t track him. We only managed to find him 3 days later still lying there. His jaw was already severely infected from the break. We almost lost him on the plane back and the Doc had to do an emergency operation with the tools he had on him. What do you mean breakage? She looked at me confused. You broke his jaw. I don't know the details of how it happened. "Serves him right." You almost killed him Wat" She looked at me with pain in her eyes. "It left a huge scar all along his jaw on his cheek. Much bigger and deeper than your brother's scar". Fuck. This woman better hurry up with her story, I couldn't take much more. 

" Wat can I ask you something...do you really think Tine was doing nothing while you guys were here playing island in the sun? He was working his ass off day and night. He had already sold 50% of the business, legitimized 30% of the rest...he was in the final stretch, he wanted to leave it all behind, he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. He did it all for you. Now all of a sudden he is a Saint for wanting to leave it behind? He didn't make the choice Wat, he was born into it, just like you. Yes, but I made the choice to leave it right from the start, to not be part of it at all. He chose wrong. Ah but remember, you had a choice to leave something behind. Tine had everything taken away from him. He was fucking 10 years old when his parents was shot in front of him. Get to your fucking point Pear. Why do you need me in Bangkok"?

Well Tine is currently in what is called phycological shock. He is not eating, or talking or sleeping. Our allies have tried to protect us as much as they can, but the losses are getting too high. The Yakuza are moving in and we are without our leader. We are losing people by the day...8 people yesterday only. It is a bloodbath. Why don't they just fucking leave? They are too loyal to Tine, they love him. We all love him. Tine is a good man, and we will protect him while we can. So what the fuck am I supposed to do? I don't know, just talk to him, anything to get a response. Be as cruel as you want. Anything to get him out of that bed. She got up and threw her business card on the table. You are our last hope Wat, although I won't be holding my breath. Maybe Tine was wrong about you after all... because as far as I can see the apple doesn't really fall far from the tree.