50 Shades of Q

A Riddle To Be Solved

Sitting across from Q I picked up the glass of wine and waited for his first question. I felt uncomfortable in the situation and I made no secret of it but after all this time and obvious devotion to me I truly felt he deserved his answers so he could find closure.

"Allira, why did you leave? Was there a good reason? I just need to know because I loved you back then and you didn't say a word, you didn't even act like something was going on; you were just there one day and never returned. To an eighteen year old boy in love that was like a kick in the nuts and I waited for you. Fucking months I waited thinking you'd return to me. So what happened in your life to make you run like that?" Q finally asked his saddened tone filling the awkward silence between us.

Looking across at him I silently questioned if this was a good idea. Maybe I should leave right now, let him continue with his life and I'll continue with mine. If I ran again it'd only hurt him more but he'd get over it. Although he hadn't gotten over high school so if I ran now that'd on deepen the hurt. I paused my eyes taking in the sight of a man defeated, my actions had confused him and probably made him weary of relationships. No, I promised answers and it was time to fess up.

"My parents divorced. Dad used to hit mom and she had finally had enough of it. We had nowhere to go except home to Nonnas.. so we packed up our stuff and moved to Colorado. We did it all so sneakily, Dad didn't have a clue and mom made me promise to tell no one about the plans..." I explained.

"Tell no one... I wasn't a no one I was your boyfriend. You could've confided in me, I wouldn't have shared what I knew." Q interrupted.

"Can I finish?" I snapped quietly my gaze stern. Q nodded and waved his hand.

"I told myself the day I left, I'd never forget you and that's I'd always love you, you were my first love... my first... well you know. And I promised I'd love the awkward little comic book nerd and gamer I fell so deeply for. I swore I'd even miss your friends, especially Sal and I cried myself to sleep for a week wondering where were and how you took it. So it'd be great if you could stop acting like the only one who got hurt from my choices because I was an eighteen year old girl in love and I broke my own heart too." I concluded picking up my wine and taking a long drink to calm my nerves.

"Spare me Allira... your choices were your choices and that's what hurt you I had no choice. If you had've told me about it all I could've come with you or you could've lived with me. Right now we'd be married with a few children if you had've not been so selfish." Q growled.

"Me selfish, I did it to help my mother. I have worked on various shitty diners for fucking twenty one years now because I'm so fucking selfish, I live in a shitty apartment that is falling down around me because I'm soooo selfish." I ranted as I slammed the wine glass on the table.

"You are selfish, you promised you'd always love me but how long did it take to forget me? And you didn't just forget me either, no. You forgot your friends, your life, hell you even forgot your name." Q snapped.

"I had a lot on my mind, that happens. Did you know, my Nonna died in 1996, yeah two years after we moved in with her. Okay what about my mother died, yeah a hit and run in 2000. Her killer never found, no one cared except me and my brother; who may I add is a drug addict living fuck knows where in Colorado still, that's right moms death pushed him to breaking point. Now keep in mind when all that happened I was twenty five, still young and trying to maintain a optimistic view that the world would improve. Yet, it didn't and I was a fool for believing so. My world had been crumbling down around me since I left you and all I loved in Staten Island, but you pity yourself. I couldn't even get suicide right, yeah three attempts and all unsuccessful. Then at thirty I met Phil, I thought he loved me, bullshit he mistreated me for years and I let him thinking that was my life. Then a tenty one year old bleach blonde barbie with huge plastic tits comes along and the engagement is off and my two years of loyalty and love were worth fuck all. But that's alright Brian because you're the victim here because I forgot you." I ranted.

Standing up from the table I walked across the room.

"Where are you going?!" Q called out.

"Back home to my shitty apartment and shitty life which is better than shitty you and your little pity party." I snapped.

I reached the top of the stairs and slide off my shoes I walked down and out the front of the building.

Looking left then looking right I wondered which direction to walk to lead me home. Standing under the covered entrance to the museum I breathed in the familiar smell of rain coming. It began to pour. I stepped out from under cover to receive a drenching. My long dark hair covering my face as I walked down the empty street.

I rounded the corner as I heard someone calling my name. I knew that voice, I didn't look back I just kept walking.

Watching the ground I sighed. "This is the worst day ever."

I felt someone grab my arm and spin me around. It was Q.

"I called you." He sneered.

I rolled my eyes. "I heard I just chose to ignore it."

A smile slowly plastered across his handsome face causing me to wonder what the fuck his problem was. Before I could ask him what was wrong Q pressed his lips to mine in a rough passionate kiss. I struggled at the start but quickly gave into him, opening my mouth allowing him to snake his tongue in. Pulling back from the wonderful overly romantic kiss in the rain I slapped Q across the face.

"How dare you." I scolded.

He gently held a hand to where I'd slapped and laughed softly.

"I never got to ask you what I needed to, I got my answers and I'm satisfied. Can you meet me tomorrow?" He asked.

Shaking my head I was speechless. "I storm out on you during dinner, I kiss back then slap you. You're either stupid or a masochist. Isn't it clear I'm not the girl you once knew?" I finally stammered out.

"I know you're not but that's what I need for this task..." Q announced.

Rolling my eyes once again I agreed to meet him with a simple nod.

"Good you'll get a card in the mail tomorrow morning and a package at noon, where what's in the package and come to the address listed in the card. Stefan will pick you up around two in the evening tomorrow." Q explained.

"Wait how did you post all the stuff already, you didn't know I'd agree to anything?" I quizzed.

Q smirked wickedly. "Let's just say no matter how much you claim you've changed you'll always have that curious streak to your personality."

Glaring I turned to leave. I'd had enough for Brian Quinn for one evening and needed to get home and feed Biscuit.

"Oh and Allira." Q called out. I begrudgingly turned to face him my arms extended to the sides as if to say 'what?'

"I'm not the same boy you once loved, I have a lot to introduce you to. But that's a story for tomorrow night." He teased.

Contemplating his words and allowing him to leave me in a sense on intrigue and frustration allowed my mind to wander from it's usually collected thought process.

"Good night Mr Quinn." I laughed.

"Good night Miss Carpice, until tomorrow." Q replied tipping his hat to me.

Brian Quinn annoyed the fuck out of me, this new improved man was definitely not the boy I once adored. He was now some kind of sarcastic, wicked monster of a man. I sensed great evil in him and I believed he had some skeletons in his closet. I left that night questioning what had I agreed to. But also frustrated to the max and not just any frustration, sexual frustration. There was a tension between us that could be cut with a knife and I wanted to slap the shit out of him, yet at the same time somehow I wanted to rip his clothes off and fuck him. Brian Quinn was a question nobody knew the answer too and I so badly wanted to solve the riddle which was him.