Grand Theft Autumn

Chapter 29

Patrick's POV
Things were happening. Natasha was rarely here anymore, not even in the building. If she was, then I never saw her. I haven't had any drug deals to do, so I was mostly just sitting in the room. I was confident at this point that the cameras did not work.

I could do unspeakable things in here, and probably no one would see. But I won't, cause I haven't showered in ages, and that is gross. Just ew. Don't think about it.

The door swung open, jerking me out of my thoughts. Wait, ew, again. No. Forcing me out of my thoughts.

Natasha walked in, obviously skittish. I looked up at her from my position on the floor (next to the lamp). Her eyes instantly went to me, and some expression on her face made me tense up, and sit up straighter. "Natasha?"

Natasha smiled grimly at me, and extended her hand towards me. I grabbed it, letting her pull me up. "What is up?" I asked. Her eyes flashed, and I could instantly tell that something was up.

Natasha was good at lying, but I have known her for so long to be able to tell when she wasn't telling me the whole truth.

Natasha pulled me closer, her breath hot on my ear. "Be. Prepared." The words were quick, but definate. I was already confused, but Natasha almost shoved me away. It almost reminded me when in the Marvel movies when undercover Hydra agents would whisper 'Hail Hydra' to their partner. Yeah, it was that creepy.

Not expecting the sudden movement, I stumbled backwards. Natasha swiftly nodded at me, and walked towards the door.

"Wait, Nat!" I called, but the door slammed shut. Be prepared? Be prepared for what?
And why did I have the sinking feeling that Pete had something to do with this whole thing?

I had sat back down, and was thinking about dogs when the door opened again. Yes, I was bored. It had been sometime since Natasha had come into the room, so I was half expecting that it was her, coming to explain everything. That would be the dream, wouldn't it?

Natasha did walk through the door, but she was being followed by K. Her face was tight, and she looked like she was about to break everyone's necks. I could believe it.

That was when I noticed K's arm around Natasha's shoulder. It was tight, possessive. What? Why? That was why Natasha looked so uncomfortable.

My stomach turned when I noticed the little bruises marking up her arm and her neck. Jesus.

My eyes flickered to K. He was smiling smugly, like he was proud of what he has done. K gripped Natasha tightly, and almost steered her so they were both looking at me. Natasha didn't look scared, so I tried to calm the panic that was climbing up my throat.

"Stump," K said. I stared at him, not saying anything. "Natasha and I have been talking, and we decided that you have been doin' real good." I don't know if I can make it through this conversation without punching him in the throat. "So we decided to give you a choice!" K moved his arm off of Natasha and she took a silent deep breath.

K grabbed a couple of small bags out of his pocket. Each one had a few pills in it, and my heart constricted. He tossed both of them at me, and I flinched away from them unintentionally. "Your pick." K said, tossing his arm around Natasha, and practically dragging her out of the room.

I glared at the two bags on the floor, unsure of what to do. I had no idea what to do with them. After a few moments, I delicately picked up the first bag. Sliding the pills out of the bag, I held one between my thumb and forefinger.

It's scent was pungent, and it made me sick. I tossed on the ground, quickly crushing it with the heel of my shoe. I did the same with the other pills, wiping the dust away.

You know, it would be nice to know what the hell was happening every once in a while.