Wicked Games

Chapter 13: Maddie - Twenty Eight

Chapter 13: Maddie

Abel's car slightly smelled of smoke and strong cinnamon air freshener, like he tries (and fails) to hide his hot boxing. And he doesn’t even have a fucking driver’s licence. Other than that, everything else was in order. Looking around, I noticed the smooth crème seats and tinted windows, and I began to gasp in awe of such perfection. Abel began to laugh.

"Never been in a Mercedes before?" Abel asked me in a cocky manner, whilst still keeping focus on the road ahead.

"No." I stated plainly. Abel nodded slightly to show he acknowledged my answer.

"We're going to my apartment, okay?" Abel stated, "I don't think it's safe for you to be alone... at this moment of time."

And with that, we began to drive to Abel's house. For the first few minutes of the car ride, the silence was very awkward. Not being fond of awkward silences, I asked him a very prompting question.

"What about your… girlfriend you left back at the club?" I asked Abel, "Won't she be worried about you?"

He gripped the stirring wheel tight, and looked at me for a split second. Before diverting his attention to the road again, of course.

"She's not my girlfriend." Abel muttered in a low voice, staring straight ahead at the road, "Your situation is more important, anyway."

This reply made the car awkwardly silent, again. I guess he could sense the awkwardness too, so he began to create a random beat on the stirring wheel. Remembering that I forgot to thank him, I began to:

"Abel, thank you for rescuing me," I began, "I honestly don't know what would have happened if you didn't come... at the time you did."

"No worries," Abel replied, still diverting his brown orbs away from me, "I would have done it for anyone."

This slowly began to hurt me. He didn't do it because we're friends, or even because I work for him. He did it just to seem like a fucking hero. All the thankful feelings I felt towards him were quickly starting to evaporate.

"Oh." was the only word I could muster from my mouth.

After a few more minutes, we arrived at a gated community, which protected a set of expensive looking apartments. They appeared very new and modern, not an ounce of graffiti in sight. Abel must have worked so hard to afford an apartment here.

Abel drove up the gate, swiping his house key on a little red box. Slowly, the iron gate began to open. Once we were inside, he parked his car in the car park. He then pressed a button on his Mercedes, making the ignition come to a halt.

He hopped out off the car, and then came around to the other side of the car to open the door for me. I was still pissed off about the fact that he only used me to look like a hero, so I purposely got out of the car slowly, deliberately not saying thank you.

"You're welcome, Madeleine." Abel stated through gritted teeth, purposely using my birth name.

We walked out of the car park, with me a considerable distance behind him. He probably doesn't even know why I'm angry at him, but whatever; he's a smart guy, he can work it out.

We got into the elevator of the apartment. It became awkward, so I began diverting my eyes, taking in the carpet and light fixtures. The atmosphere became cold. I pulled his jacket around my body tighter. Abel pressed the '3' button with a single, pale finger, producing a red glow around the button.

Once the elevator stopped, we walked onto the floor, until Abel stopped in front of the '28' door. He produced his silver house key from his back pocket, and opened the wooden door.

The lights in the apartment were still off, so I couldn't make out any shapes or furniture. I could hardly see him. His hands made their way to my arm, wrist, and then hand in the darkness.

"Follow me." Abel commanded

I could tell from his voice that he was pissed off at me for being pissed off at him, but his touch was still delicate, anyway. We walked around the apartment for a while, until I could make out a faint door in the darkness.

Abel opened the door, and then switched on the light. His room.

It was very simplistic, yet also modern. A large king-sized bed in the middle, some Japanese artwork around the room, and the Trilogy award perfectly hung behind the bed. Towards the back of the room was a large window, showing neon lights of the cars in the Toronto darkness. I was definitely jealous.

"You can sleep in my room for tonight," Abel said to me, "there are spare clothes in the draws if you need them."

"So... where are you going to sleep?" I asked curiously.

"On the couch. I'll be watching TV if you need me."

And with that, he left the room.

Author’s Note:

I met Hawk.