Unnecessary Communication: UNDER RE-WRITE, DIFFERENT BOOK AVAILABLE! SAME TITLE!

Chapter 7: Sincair's P.O.V

 When Rydia came running out of the building, I just knew something was wrong. When I asked her once she got into the car, she took the initiative to not go in great detail. I just glared at the road, angry at the fact that of all the powers I couldn't get, it was mind reading. That would help me out a lot right now.

"Sin, I just wanted to say thank you for coming to get me," Rydia mumbled to me, glancing at me before turning back to the window.

I melted.

I couldn't be angry anymore. I smiled over at the back of her head, responding by taking her hand from the seat and holding it to my lips. "You’re welcome Darling," I mumbled into her hand, putting it back down before turning back to the road.

For a couple seconds there, I thought she wasn't going to respond to me, at all. But then she took my hand, and held it. Ever so slightly to show that she was happy that I was there.

I drove the rest of the way home, smiling with triumph, no longer glaring at the road, which was packed with cars I might want to mention.

When we finally got back to the complex, Rydia turned to me, suppressing a smile. I gazed into her beautiful sea-green eyes, reaching up unconsciously, and stroking her cheek. But instead of yanking away like I had expected her too, she leaned into my hand with a small sigh.  I smiled at her and she smiled back with her sea green eyes shining as brightly as ever.

“Darling… this is none of my business… but who was that man who was… doing things to you earlier?” I asked hesitantly.  She looked up at me, with sadness in her eyes. 

“That… man was a family friend.  His name is Steven and he is twenty eight.  When I was seven…”  Then it took off from there.  She told me everything, about his lies, the awful things he did, and so on. 

I got so angry.  I covered my emotions well though, only showing my sympathy to her, stroking her hair and back, letting her cry into my shoulder.  “It’s okay Darling, nothing will happen ever again, I swear that to you,” I mumbled into her hair, stroking her back softly, glaring at the car door window behind her.

Rydia just nodded, slowly lifting her head away, wiping her face with her sleeve, looking slightly embarrassed.  She laughed uncomfortably at me and mumbled, “Sorry Sin, I’m not usually like that…”

“It’s all good Darling.  I’m always here for you.” With that I got out of the car, shutting the door before striding over to Rydia to take her to her door.  I said my goodbyes, walking to my apartment, staring at the white door with the number 205 etched into it with black paint. 

I felt absolutely exhausted, even though I exerted none of my powers.  It must just be from worry, I thought to myself, reaching down underneath the welcome mat, pulling out the little brass key.  Once I got inside the house, I felt no need to check to make sure I was alone.  Instead I just headed to the refrigerator, grabbing some of the purple liquid I was so fond of, chugging the bottle dry.  

Suddenly I heard a clear of the throat from behind me.  I spun around, dropping the now empty bottle onto the linoleum floor, hearing it roll across the kitchen. Then I saw him.  Clarence Rimfree; otherwise known as the ‘enforcer’ of our kind.  He appeared to be in his mid-forties with gray streaked black hair, deep bags under his eyes, worn out olive skin, and the wrinkles permanently etched into his skin.  But all was balanced through his serious stature and the power that emanated from him.

“Hello Sinclair.  I’ve been meaning to visit you sooner, but I just felt like there was no need.  Until now,” Clarence said, walking out of the shadowy front room to the kitchen, right in front of me.  Although I towered over him, I felt like the one that should be cowering, knowing that Clarence Rimfree doesn’t show up for just any reason.  Something happened and he was here to solve it.

“Hello to you to Clarence,” I said, controlling my facial expressions and straightening my posture; all part of a respectable code to an ‘enforcer’.

He nodded his recognition to my respect and directed me to the leather sofa in the front room.  “Now Sinclair, you are most likely curious as to why I’m here.  I will answer you but first I would like to know, who is that girl you just walked home?” I shrugged at his question, earning myself a warning glare before he continued, “you know?  The girl… Rydia was it, who lives two doors down?”  He rose an eyebrow at me, expecting a straight answer.

I felt my jaw tighten at the sound of her name, and I knew Clarence saw that split second movement.  I hesitated before telling him that yes I knew her, but only as a friend and nothing more.

If he ever found out anything more, he would evoke me from my respectable social status and kick me into the realm of outcasts.  This isn’t necessarily a realm but more of a disgraceful spot of life.

He looked at me skeptically and then forged on, “What I really came for was to tell you that Stefanheim Halberd is back.  And I recently spoke with him, and he isn’t here for the good of the people, more of just for himself and his needs.”  I could tell Clarence was disgusted with Stefanheim, but that was his nephew, and had to deal with him.

He changed his disgust to a show of excitement, “In good news though, my son, Samson, is here too.  And he is here to help you with your… needs.  And he recently told me you’ve neglected meeting him both chances he gave you?  That needs to change, otherwise you will be lost and neither he nor I will be able to help you,” Clarence babbled.  It sounded cryptic to me but I understood the main concept of what he meant.

With that, he got up, walking to the door and opening the door.  Generally his visits are short so it wasn’t abnormal for him to come and go quickly.  “By the way Sinclair, you should really cut down on the elixir.  It just isn’t healthy.”  And just like that, he was gone, along with that feeling of uneasiness and fear of being caught.

I sighed and picked up the bottle, throwing it in the recycling and grabbing another bottle.  “Cut down my ass...” I muttered to myself, feeling even more exhausted then before, if that was possible.  I grabbed my cell-phone, flipping it open to call Sam.

I rang once. Twice. Three times.

“Hello?” Sam finally answered with his nervous, fidgety voice of his.

“Sam.  It’s Sin.  I really think we should meet.  Now.  Don’t ask but a lot has happened and I just need to work everything out with you and… other people.” I quickly said, hoping I wouldn’t have to repeat myself.

“Sure sure.  I’m guessing my dad payed a visit to you, huh?”

“Yeah.  He did.  Anyways, I’ll meet you at that bar in town okay?”

About five minutes later, I hung up, with a piece of paper with the directions and name on it.

I walked out of the house with my usual paint splattered pants and white shirt, quickly running my hand through my hair and continuing my walk down the sidewalk, slowing when I reached Rydia’s door.

I stopped, focusing on her voice, listening in on what she was doing.  She was talking to Whim on the phone babbling on about some history project that she just recently did, but I could tell she was still focusing her thoughts on me.  I smiled slightly to myself, believing in my assumption and continuing on to my car. 

I got in and drove off, expecting nothing more than some friends talking about problems.

{The song for this chapter is Without Me by Eminem- I listened to it like ten tmes while writing this :P}