My Psychotic Master

Chapter 12

When we got up to the dim room, there was already someone there, and I was assuming it was his brother. He was staring out at the floor below us and just watching as the early birds were walking around, playing on the slot machines.

Instead of Jack wanting me extremely close to his side at all times, he led me to his chair and made me sit on the arm, as always, while he walked over to the man.

"Andrew, how's it going?" He asked. It was weird, the way he spoke, almost cold. The reply was quite happy and cheerful though, in a tone that made me shiver, "Hey Jack! Oh you know, good. The bars are all going great. Although, just a tad of an unfortunate thing happened... I heard that you have someone who is mine, and she's the best worker in almost all my stores. Hot, and oh so hardworking. So very good at her job. So little brother, you have kind of screwed me over," He said and turned around to look at me.

"Oh fuck," I spoke and hid my face, trying to act like I didn't see him and trying to hide my identity... but the words he said, he already knew I was here, regardless of if I was in the room or not.

"What are you talking about?" Jack asked, stepping in front of me, hiding me from view, but nothing could have saved me now. "Hannah here works for me. Or did you forget?" My boss said. Jacks face fell as he realized what was going on.

"You have so many clubs I just didn't think about it... I didn't think you would know all your employees" He said, looking at me instead of Andrew as he said this, almost apologetic.

"How is this possible? You two have different last names!" Jack was still staring at me, ignoring Andrew.

"He's my half brother. Different dads. He's older but kept his dads name and not mine." Andrew walked over to us and grabbed my arm. I tried to shrug it off but his hold was just as strong, if stronger, than Jacks. He was putting in no restraint.

"Jack?" I asked, looking at him for help, but the look in his eyes showed me something I had never seen before; actual fear.

"Go with him Hannah," he said and he looked so horribly miserable. I knew he really didn't want me to protest, but he knew I would and so he turned his back to me. He was doing this so I wouldn't get hurt but I didn't give a fuck. 

"No! Jack, don't do this. I don't want to go with him!" I yelled. I saw his hands were clenched tight, his knuckles white in anger.

Andrew laughed, "That's no way to treat your boss-"

"Well I quit!" I yelled in Andrews face and he glared, slapping me. That's when I heard a booming voice and Andrews grip was knocked away from my arm as he fell to the floor, Jack on him and punching him. It was horrible to watch because Andrew got the better of him and pinned him down with his forearm against Jacks neck. It was like watching a fight that kept going and going, with not a clear winner or loser. I didn't know what was going on and it scared me. 

"Hannah, leave!" Jack yelled at me, and I didn't need to be told that twice as I left immediately. I found Paul on the way out and somehow got out that something wrong was going on, though I was so out of breath and in shock that I don't even think I got out one coherent word, I was mostly just pointing and crying. Paul got what was going on, mostly, and ran off.

I was so lost, I didn't know what to do. My first reaction now was to go to Jack and have him hold me and tell me everything was going to be ok, but I knew that he wasn't capable of doing that or even seeing me right now, so what was I supposed to do now?

 I ran out the door and down the street. I was caught at the crossroad, either going to Shannons' house or my brothers... I turned towards my best friends and ran so fast that I felt like my chest was collapsing, the biggest stitch in my side.  I loved my brother, but he would just tell me that it was Stockholm Syndrome or something. I knew it wasn't. He didn't kidnap me, I went willingly... And now I was in love. Yes I said it, I felt a pain in my heart so deep that that's the only explanation.

I finally made it to Shannons house and knocked on the door frantically, banging on it to get her attention.

It opened and she was stood there, her short black hair messed up, having just woken up as she was at the bar till early this morning. She noticed me crying and opened her arms, allowing me to fall into her. "Hannah, whats wrong?" I couldn't answer her though, I was just sobbing so hard. What if he wasn't ok... What if I could never see him again, what if Andrew did something to him and then got to me?

"Tyler!" She yelled and her boyfriend showed up, looking confused as ever. "Honey, can you go to the store? I'll text you what we need." He left, probably happy to not have to deal with me like this, but he had basically adopted me as a sister, and his eyes were curious and worried. I didn't think I needed anything from the store, but Shan was the expert with these things. She probably also did that to get him out of the house.

"What's wrong babe? What happened, why were you gone for so long, and with him?" I just shook my head, I didn't know where to start. She gave me a few more minutes, and then I was finally able to talk.

"I did a bad thing. I am a horrible person Shan," I told her. 

She shushed me, trying to calm me down but all I could think about was how good he made me feel and how he makes me feel safe. I was just picturing him, how I had just seen him, with his brother, who was my fucking boss, punching the shit out of him. Surprisingly, I wasn't scared or freaked out at the image of Jack punching his brother, maybe that's because I have played it over in my head again and again what I thought he had done to my brother that I was used to it now. 

"I did try and ask you what you were doing with our boss' brother," Shannon said softly; I was currently laying on her, my head on her lap and she was running her hand soothingly through my hair. "You knew?" I asked her, looking at her now through blurred eyes. 

"Well ya, I thought you knew." I shook my head, and continued shaking it in numb shock till she held my head still and I just stared off into space. 

"I think I.. I love him, Shan, and I don't know what to do about it." 

She smiled a small, sympathetic smile at me, "No shit, Hannah. I haven't seen you react like this to anything before. This is, no doubt about it, love. And you need to either do something about it or get so fucking wasted you forget about it for now." 

I sat up, "Well there is nothing I can do about it right now..." 

She got up, said "Say no more," and went to her kitchen. I heard a mixing glass clinking with ice and she emerged with a very large glass, with what smelled like a very very strong drink. 

I took the glass and drew in a deep breath, "Well here goes nothing..."