Tranquility ✧ Syndisparklez

Locked Up

"The best part of waking up, is coffee in your cup!" the young man sang in front of me, setting a mug next to my plate. "Do you want salt or anything?"

"No, this is fine."

"Okay. So, I was thinking we could stream with Dec today, if that's cool. We texted last night."

"Dec?"

"Yeah."

"I don't know who that is."

"We had dinner with him last week. Red hair, pretty tall, kinda British? Declan."

"Hmm, never heard of him," I mumbled, poking at the scrambled eggs on my plate with a fork.

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"Shut up," I demanded.

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"Excuse me?"

"I'm not talking to you, so stay out of it," I hissed.

"Alright... Tucker, was it?"

"No, this is Jordan," I mumbled.

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"Oh, okay, Jordan. What's my name?"

"Uhm-"

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"It's Tom. Next question."

"Where's Sonja?" he asked, crossing his arms in front of himself.

"Not available."

"Why's that?"

"She's being a bitch right now."

"Woah, that's usually not the case. Maybe Andor could help her... Not be so bitchy?" Tom suggested, walking over to me. He started to reach out to touch me, but I shrugged his hand away quickly.

"I'm not seeing Andor."

"Why not?"

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"I don't have an appointment."

"That's never been a problem before. He'll accept a walk-in appointment for sure!"

"I don't want to see him."

"He would help with Sonja," he murmured, beginning to rub my back.

"Stop touching me," I demanded.

"I was just-"

"Stop touching me!" I screamed, throwing his hand away from me.

"Tell me who this is, cause it sure as hell isn't Jordan."

"I'm Jordan, just stop- I just- STOP FUCKING ASKING ME QUESTIONS!"

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"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I yelled. "And you," I shoved Tom's shoulders. He barley budged. "You better not fucking touch me again."

"Alright," he cooed, remaining calm. "No more touching. Let's just get in the car, and-"

"I'm not seeing Andor."

"But he can help-"

"HE CAN'T HELP!" I yelled, swinging my fist. It connected with Tom's shoulder. I watched him slowly back up, until he ran into the countertop behind him,

"Okay! That's okay! Who can help?"

"No one."

"Surely someone or something can."

"I want you gone."

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"Tucker, if I have to tell you one more time to shut up, I'll fucking lock you up with the rest of them."

"Wait, what? This isn't Tucker?" Tom asked.

"Fuck no, he's too much of a coward to do anything by himself."

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What did I say, Tucker?"

"So who is this? Where are the others locked up, where's Jordan?"

"Would you stop with the questions!" I spat, clenching my fist together.

He stood there sheepishly, supporting himself with the counter.

"Maybe I should let you chill for a little bit, maybe get Jordan back. In the mean time, I'm gonna head out. Let Jordan know he can call me whenever-"

"You're not going anywhere," I hissed, grabbing him by the wrist. He struggled against me; as I jerked his arm down, he collapsed against the wood floor.

"Why are you doing this?"

"I'm only trying to protect my son."