Tommy
A few days agoA thin, slightly older woman with her black hair tied up in a tight bun had her hands on her hips. Her obsidian eyes mirrored those of Wu, as did her porcelain skin. Her red dress clung to her like glue, and the delicate flower pattern made me jealous of her figure it accentuated.
"Wu, you leave that boy alone." She strode over, a kitchen utensil in her hand. It seemed to be one of those things you used when frying to pull out food.
Not tongs.
The old black thing that looked liked a deep thin spoon with holes carved in. There was fresh smoke coming off of it, meaning it had been in very recent use.
The woman's feet pattered on the wood floor. She was barefoot. When she got closer, I noted that the woman was only probably five feet tall, if that at all.
"Go away, Frances." The man called Wu seemed irritated beyond means.
"Make me," she flung the utensil at him.
"Lin!" He shouted.
"Frankie! Move on!" Lin came up behind her.
"If you dare touch me Alexander Steven Lin I will beat you like our mother used too!" She shouted back at him. "This boy here!" She pointed at me as she closed in. "I take!" She shuffled Wu away while simultaneously pulling me up off the floor and dragging me behind her.
"Frances!" Wu called her again, but she didn't pay him any heed as she took me through the large, old house.
She kept a tight hold on me as we descended some stairs into a large kitchen.
She sat me down in a rickety old chair and put her finger up.
"You. Stay." She pointed roughly.
All I could do was shake my head as she walked quickly toward the stove.
I was still in shock by the events that had just occurred.
In the course of the past couple of hours, I'd been kidnapped, I think. Nearly assaulted somehow, I think, twice. And then saved, miraculously, by a tiny Asian woman, I think.
My eyes rolled around the kitchen. It was very large...large enough to feed twenty or thirty at a time. I could see the woman called Frances cooking away.
A few minutes passed before she exhaled loudly. She poured something and then walked over with a tray.
She passed me a saucer with tea, and a cookie.
She smiled benignly as she spoke."My name's Frances, as you noticed," she laughed a little. "Most here call me Frankie. And you?"
"Uhm...Tomas...my name's Tomas." I tried my best to control my stutter.
"Tomas, what a beautiful name." She smiled brighter. "I bet you're confused as to why I brought you down here then?" Her smile faded some.
"Uhm...yeah." I took a door of the tea. It was a bit bitter and I could not hide my reaction.
"Do you know where you are? Or why?" She began.
"Yeah...I think..." I began.
"Well?" She urged me on.
"Well..I-I saw...then shoot someone." I avoided her gaze.
"Who?" She leaned forward. "Was it Wu and Alexander?" She leaned on even more.
"A-Alexander?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, I guess he's called Lin up there." She took a gulp of tea.
"Oh...Wu and Lin...." I took the smallest sip of the tea.
"Was it them?" She put her glass down. It clinked on the saucer plate.
"Y-yeah." I felt comfortable enough with her to tell her at least that. She had indeed guessed most of what had gone on.
"Well if you're a witness they wont let you go anytime soon...in fact, I'd say you're lucky that you ain't dead." She stood up suddenly.
"D-Dead?" I hiccuped.
"Yeah! Wu normally kills witnesses." She spoke nonchalantly.
I made a high pitched squeal.
"Oh no! Not all the time. Just most of the time!" She tried to make it better, "You though, he did kept alive. Can only mean one or two things..." She sighed.
"One thing? Two things? What?" I shot up to my legs in shock.
She turned to me and gave me a strange look, before she spoke again, "never you mind. You'll be here with me for now. Come on over!" She beckoned me to her.
I was slow as I walked to her. She put a towel in my hand and shoved me closer to the dishes.
"Wash." She smiled at me.
There was a pile of dishes in front of me, and something in me to do as I was told.
Frances-Frankie-whatever her name, she seemed to be waiting on someone to come down the stairs. Her eyes kept farting back and forth from whatever she was doing back to the stairs. I heard a freak on the stairs and she dropped what she was doing.
"You stay here Tomas. Don't move! Don't leave! I'll be back!" Frances fretted at me as she hurried toward the stairs.
I didn't hear a word, but only heard the squeaking and creaking of the stairs. Within a matter of minutes. Frances had come back.
She slumped in a dining room chair just as I finished the last dish.
"Tomas, come over here now." She pointed to a chair next to her.
I walked over and slid in.
"Well, looks like I was right earlier in saying you can't leave for a while. Wu wants you to stay a good while." She began.
"W-What? B-But-?" I began.
"Shush and listen." She cooed.
"Alexander will be back soon to come get you again, but don't you worry. Auntie Frances will take care of you while she's still here, okay?" She leaned in and brushed my arm with her hand. She smiled benignly at me for a second. "Whatever you do, Tomas, don't try to be alone with Wu, at all. He's dangerous. In more ways that one." She whispered as the stairs creaked, and the long legged man-Alexander, made an appearance.
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Don't Tell; It's Our Secret
RomantikTomas "Tommy" Sousa didn't think anything of his life. He thought he was normal...or at least as normal as can be for a kid in a poor family. He was the youngest, his parents pride and joy...their longed for son. Tommy always knew he wasn't like o...