Air Brushed

Trustworthy

Chapter 7: Trustworthy

Maybe answers aren't so important. Maybe I had misjudged the situation completely.

I suddenly want out. Out of here, out of this situation, out of this body.

I would give anything to be someone else doing something else anywhere else.

Safety had been my goal, the reason I had followed the Irishman away from Duke's. I wanted to learn what I could about the man I had scratched so I could turn him in and be safe. The means to get the information had seemed innocent enough, but now... I feel more in danger than ever.

"Um, thanks for breakfast," I take up my purse, inadvertently feeling for my phone, which is missing. Had Haz ever given it back? "But I think it's about time I get going"

My alarm bells are going off like the siren on a police car.

Standing, my voice cracks, "Which way?"

Internally, secretly, maybe I want to see who will stop me first. Who will be the first person to say something? To try and stop me? It is obvious I'm not going anywhere.

I know where their home is. I know their faces. I am dangerous to them.

I have leverage, but it counts for nothing against them while I am here. So they will undoubtedly work to keep it that way.

That's when some part of me deep inside wonders how much fight I have left.

I can't take them all, but if I am going down, I can take some of them with me.

The silence continues, no one else daring to move. I glance once more over my shoulder. The warehouse is surrounded by other, similarly abandoned buildings, but on one side there is a maintenance road.

Alright. If they refuse to say something...

Quickly I turn on heel and start walking towards it, not waiting for anyone to respond to my directional inquiry. It is just a right or left decision. Either way, I'm sure I'll end up somewhere with a phone.

"Ozzie!" I am surprised to hear Tats' voice. "Hold on."

I thought it would at least be Haz. He did seem to be, after all, in charge of watching me.

"I think it'd be best if I just went," I keep clinging onto the hope that I can get away. My pace is moderate as the concept of running seems to be even scarier than that of walking. At least at this speed I might not freak them out. I might possibly be able to get far enough to START running if one of them DOES chase after me.

I can hear someone get up. Haz' voice comes next, "You- you can't-"

Until then, I hadn't looked back, but I do just once, just enough to make sure I'm not being followed, just enough to get one last look at the gorgeous boy before turning the corner, and just enough to miss the wall of a person that has stepped in front of me.

Walking head on into him, I take a surprised step back, eyes shooting upward to meet two distain filled azure spheres. While I have only seen them twice, I know them instantly. The scowl on Tommo's face is the thing I see next, then the arms crossed over his chest.

My lips part, letting my lungs take in a small gasp.

Once again, the two of us are trapped in the heavy feeling of unbroken silence.

He has yet to say something and I have something yet to say, but he won't speak and I don't dare.

"Tommo...?" Haz's voice is closer than it was before, his tone hesitant. "Ozzie just wants-"