How Do You Do?

33: Or You Could Die. Alone.

I Apologize- Five Finger Death Punch

I quickly shove it back in the envelope and back into the hidden compartment of my bag. I would stuff it in my bra, but we all know Rick isn't one to care about privacy.
I watch Rick gulp, his eyes desperately following the small envelope. "Leave us alone, boys."
Hesitantly, the men walk away, leaving Drea, Rick, and me alone together. He immediately peeks up angrily. "Okay, what are you playing at, Firecracker? Huh? You know that I want that ticket."
   "And you've got--" I check the time. "Six hours and thirty minutes to make a choice. You could go home, back to your family and back to your good life and let May go, or you could die here. Alone."
    "That's playing bloody dirty," he spits, but you can see the excitement in his eyes from the danger of the situation, and it's sickening.
   "Because you are playing fair," I snarl, and Drea squeezes my hand in warning. But I'm not worried. I've got him right where I want him.
   "Say I was interested," he tells me, tapping his fingers on the table. "How would you want this to go down?"
   "You'd fetch my best friend and take her above ground, and I'd meet you up there, where we left our car waiting. You let Drea and May get in and I hand you the envelope, and then I get in the car and drive away, while you start packing." My words are confident, quiet, and threatening, my eyes daring him to tell me otherwise. Rick slowly stands, and nods at me with his jaw clenched, and walks stiffly towards a door in the back. He knows he's lost.
   I take Drea by the arm and rush her out the door and up the steps, practically throwing her in the back. "Take care of May while I drive," I implore quietly, and she nods. I rush back to the door with only the envelope, resting comfortably in my jacket pocket. Rick comes out, holding a passed out May, and my eyes flood with tears. She's okay!
   "When do I get my ticket, Firecracker?" He says through clenched teeth, and I cross my arms.
   "When oh put her in the back seat and come back." His eyes flash with anger, but he does as he's told, Drea slamming the door from the inside as soon as May's safely inside the vehicle. He slowly walks towards me, and I make sure that my back is facing my jeep so that I can't get dragged back into the club.
"You're free to leave, when can I get my part of the deal?" I slowly walk to my car and he follows, watching me open my car door and roll down my window. I stick my hand holding his plane ticket through it, climbing in my jeep with my arm dangling out the window so he sees I'm not going to drive off with it. I quickly lock the doors once I'm safely inside my car, turning to look at him once I'm done. He's waiting semi-patiently outside my window.
"Here, take it and get the hell out of dodge," I tell him, and I can see his face twinge with hurt slightly. I think of the triplets, and how I'm sending their father away. I think of what he did to me, and how I'm honestly not that scared anymore. I think seeing Rick gave me the closure I needed. He slowly takes the ticket from me.
"Say, thanks, Firecracker. I mean, you knew this is what I wanted." I clench my jaw slightly.
"Well, I want you gone and you kidnapped my friend." He looks down in guilt, and I realize that all he's done to me and my family was out of bitterness. He just wanted to go home.
He starts to walk away, but I call out to him. He turns hesitantly. "Don't be who you are now, when you get back to your home." Tears well up in Rick's eyes, and for the first time in my life, he gives me a smile that isn't sinister or sickening. "And I'm glad I was able to help you get back to your family."
"Say," he starts, and turns to face me more slightly. "Apologize to your mother and our kids for me? I know I should be there, but I want to leave the person I was here behind. But mostly, I want to apologize to you. What I've dont to you will haunt me for the remainder of my sorry life." He ends his statement with a dark chuckle. I suddenly know what I need to do.
"Hey, Rick?" He nods at me to continue. "I forgive you. Go home."

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"Honey, I'm home!" Drea says dramatically, slamming the front door open while we struggle to fireman carry May into the house. Immediately, Warren, and surprisingly, Robyn spring up and take May from us, who's still unconscious. We hover over them as they carefully set May down on the long couch, where Drea had been put not too long ago. Speaking of the girl, she nervously links hands with me as her two worried and overprotective brothers slowly turn to face us. They bombard us with questions, but I pry our hands apart leave Drea with the attackers to take care of two probably really pissed boys that are locked upstairs.
Unlocking the door, I walk in quietly, and both of them shoot out of their chairs. It's been roughly five or six hours, and the annoyance of this is written all over their faces. I sheepishly smile at them once I unlock the Recording room door, and both Rem and Rylie cross their arms over their chests and glare at me.
"I suppose it's going to take more than a sorry?" I squeak out, a nervous laugh following.
"A hell of a lot more," Rylie growls.

And the winner is....
Werewolf story! It's going to take a while to start though. Bye!!