Don't Tell; It's Our Secret

Chapter 12

Tommy
A couple days ago

I awoke to the sun peeking in from behind the heavy curtains. My body felt heavy, extremely heavy.

I forced my eyes open and in the dull light I could see an arm stretched over my midsection.

I almost screamed...till I remembered where I was and covered my mouth with my hands.

I also realized, my hand was free.

I lifted the arm off of my midsection as carefully as I could, not wanting to wake the scary person attached to it. Somehow, I managed to pick it up and gently lay it down behind me. I desperately wanted to escape, but I didn't know how far I would make it.

Just as an idea began to form in my mind, someone banged on the door.

"Boss!" Someone burst in the room. "Time to get up!"
The person yanked the window curtains open.

Sun poured into the room.

"Boss!" The person shouted, "time to get up!"

The person whirled around and was revealed to be someone who did not seem much older than me...if any.

His jet black hair was cropped short, he wore a white t-shirt, black jeans, a silver belt, and he had piercings in his ears. I could see rings in his fingers as he combed through his hair and shrieked.

"Oh my god!" He turned around in shock, "Boss! I'm-I'm sorry!"

"Wèile ài-! Zhùkǒu! Wǒ hěn qīngxǐng! Pìgu! (for the love of-! shut up! I'm awake! ass!)" Wu roared as his upper body shot up and threw something at the young man.

Wu then looked down at me and he smirked.

"Kid! Turn around!" His accent seemed thicker than ever before as he tossed a pillow at the young man.

The person turned around and rubbed his neck. "S-Sorry Boss."

"Bùyào shīqù nǐ de gǒu shǐ. Zhè shì tuōmǎsī. Tā shì wǒ de biǎo zi. (don't lose your shit. this is Thomas. He's my bitch.)" Wu laughed a bit as he rose from the bed.

"O-Oh?" The kid's face flushed red.

Wu stood and vanished into the bathroom.

I was left alone with the new person.

We stared at each other for a good five minutes before Wu came back out. He was half dressed; black slacks,  and enough silver jewelry to hurt the eyes of anyone who dared to gaze at him for more than a minute in the sun. He was keenly missing a shirt.

"Shénme? Nǐ méiyǒu zìwǒ jièshào? (What? You didn't introduce yourself?") Wu crossed his arms.

The young man shook his head from side to side. 

"Zuò ba. (Do it.)" Wu seemed annoyed as he leaned on the door frame.

As my eyes glanced at him in the sunlight, it was not hard to miss the scars that laced his body.

"Uh-Vinny," the kid held out his hand, his face still red. "My name's Vinny, Vinny Chan. And you?"

"T-Tommy..." I shook his finger instead of his entire hand. I felt shy, not just because of the situation, but because he was a total stranger whose stare lingered and face reddened more and more as time moved on.

There was an awkward silence between us for a minute, the atmosphere was uncomfortably tense as Vinny began to speak. "Boss, can I-?" He gestured toward the door.

"Líkāi. (Leave.)" he strolled back into the room and Vinny ran off. The door slamming behind him.

As Wu finished dressing, I realized that, in addition to countless scars, he had markings snaking around his body. It wasn't until he turned with his back to me that I saw the massive tattoo that sprawled his back.

A black dragon ready to fight stared at me. It had dark scales, sharp and protruding fangs, elongated claws....the whole nine yards...and it's tail snaked it's way around his body and seemed to disappear near his...area.

I averted my eyes as he began to button his shirt, but it was difficult to pry my eyes away from his toned and muscular figure.

Memories from the previous night began to plague my mind...memories of him, his...actions...his taste...his smell...all of it...but then it hit me...

The gun.

My head jerked to the side table, but the gun that had been there the night before was gone.

"Nice try," Wu laughed. He suddenly walked over and pulled the drawer. "It's here," he gestured to inside the drawer. I looked inside a bit and saw the gun from before.

He had probably put it in there last night without my noticing...although in all matters last night, I preferred to remember nothing.

He went for the binding that he had used before but o threw my hand up.

"Wait!" I cried.

"What?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Do-Do you h-have to tie me u-up?" I stuttered.

"Uh yea," he deadpanned, "otherwise you run."

"No no!" I clasped my hands together like I was praying. "I won't run! I-I will stay downstairs! With that lady!" I rushed my words.

"Are you talking about Frances?" He crossed his arms.

"Uh-yes?" I kept my hands clasped, pleading.

"Why?" He pushed me down suddenly, putting his knee on the bed and holding me down with one of his hands.

"I-I need s-something t-to d-do." I felt the fear rising from deep within me.

"And you want to go work, with Frances?" He raised an eyebrow in apprehension.

"I-I don't-don't know what e-else to do," I tried to stop my stutter. "I just-just don't want to be t-tied up again!" I tried to make my eyes water.

"I will see," he picked himself up off of me, "but until then, you stay here." He brought back the binding, grabbing onto my wrist and tying it to the bed frame.

I couldn't help but whimper as he knotted the fabric three times.

"Be good," he leaned over and kissed my forehead.

Just like that, he was gone.