Until the Sky Falls

Estimate the risk involved

"Estimate the risk involved

It all comes down to a burning soul

And one little desire called loved..."

Montreal

Bouvier Apartment

6:30 AM

Pierre

Too fucking early...

I smeared the back of my hand across my eyes, as sunlight filtered through the open blinds. I didn't really have the right to complain about waking up early, I'd already been up for three hours. But it had been dark earlier on and the light was assaulting my senses. You might wonder why I was up. Well, I had a call to make. And shit to get organised. Too many things to do before heading to the studio.

Fuck, I don't even know why I bothered.

I sat on the edge of the bed, still clutching my cell phone in my hand. I don't know why really, probably just waiting to see if Damien would call. Hoping that he would actually, because then I could figure out what my next step was going to be. Hah, guess you have no clue what I'm talking about? So, I reckon I can tell you now.

You remember that conversation I had with Chuck? About Marlz still being a slave...and how he'd had her taken away from me. That was almost three years ago now. Not me talking to Chuck, her being taken away... The Guild was going to have her...disposed of. At the time, I had been fucking devastated and furious at what they did to her. I'd been all self-righteous about it and somehow, by sheer luck, she had been saved and I got her back. Then I did a very stupid thing. I told her I loved her and would never let anything like that ever happen to her again.

Totally, fucking stupid, right? Right.

Well, I aim to fix all that. She'll probably hate me for it. No, she will hate me. Not that there will be time for her to even think about hating me. But whatever. I couldn't care less. It's nothing personal. It's just something that has to be done. Anyway, my affections lie elsewhere. Actually, she's lying in my bed right now...

I glanced to the other side of the king-size bed. Rochelle lay on her right side, eyes closed still deeply asleep. Her right hand was curled against her breasts and they rose and fell as she breathed steadily. Rubbing my left arm, kneading my fingers into the tattoo, I shifted to lie next to her. I wanted to watch her as she woke. Which she was very close to doing.

Her eyelashes fluttered, then slowly lifted, her eyes glimmering as she surfaced from a pleasant slumber.

"Pierre...hun..." She turned her head, lifting it slightly.

I smiled. "Hey, sweetie. Good sleep?"

Rochelle blinked at me and reached out to rest her hand on my arm. "Yah...how long have you been up?"

"Couple of hours." I chuckled. "Ready for breakfast though." I sat up and stood. "Want anything?"

She leaned her head back on her pillow. "Bagel would be nice."

I rolled my eyes. "Well, I gotta get some milk...I'll bring back something."

Rochelle nodded and closed her eyes again. "I'll sleep a bit more...hurry back, eh..."

Smirking, I went over to the dresser and dug around for a clean shirt. Pulling out a random top, I held it up. Green, one of my favourite colours now. Apparently, it's the in colour at the moment. This one had a white recycling symbol on it. You know the triangle made out of arrows? Pretty cool top.