Mixed Messages ~ {d.w}

➵Twenty One

"Stacy?" Damian asks, astounded. I rolled my eyes, hunching the bag closer to me. "You're Echo?" Another eye roll from me. I hated being called that.

"Yeah," I say, sitting on the concrete flooring. "I'm Echo, but my name, isn't Stacy," I tell him, watching him close his mouth from shock. I ignore him, setting up my PC on the ground. I plug a drive in it, the file contents transferring over. There was silence for a moment before Damian speaks again.

"Why are you here?" he asks another question. I can't blame him though. "You weren't answering my messages, is something wrong?" Another question. Damn, does he ever like asking questions.

"Yeah, something's wrong!" I scream at him. I hate raising my voice but this called for it. I was stressed... No.. Stressed isn't a strong enough word to describe my situation. My life, my world.... "Look," I begin, "things are really, really bad right now. Stupid Cyber..." I mutter, running a hand through my auburn hair. It was just flowing down my back, a little tangled. I hadn't brushed since this morning.

"What about Cyber? And what is that?"

"Oh my god...." I whispered, playing with my hands. I sink to the ground, looking at the screen being encrypted. Numbers were running through the screen, running through my head. That's all I ever really think about. "Yeah, well, that's the company I work for. Due to some... issues, I have abandoned my work. Maks is trailing after me, there's an assassin out to get me, actually there are probably a lot out to get me, I have to finish coding something and-"

"And you're stressed out beyond belief. That's quite a load," Damian interrupts me. I glare at him, seeing his tall form looming over me. He's not that taller than me but he still can reach the top shelf. "Are you coming back to the cave with me? Father would be quite interested to meet you," he offers, offering me a hand up.

Something inside me told me I should take his hand. So I did.