Passionate Trust - Fractured

Chapter 11 - Catherine

I swirled the scotch around in my glass and watched the ice cubes move in my glass, making a clinking sound before I put it back to my lips and took another sip from my glass. A squeaking interrupted my thoughts and I looked to the salon door of the bar. I almost dropped the glass from my hand in shock to the floor and froze.

Why? Everything went so well, why did you have to show up here now?

A woman with tattooed arms, long brown hair and a piercing on her eyebrow came right up to us. Her grin was devilish and scary. She practically drew the attention of all the men.

Skye.

It was Skye. Immediately she took me in her sights. Her eyes were dark and her expression impenetrable, almost intimidating. She joined the bar stool next to us and ordered a scotch of soda.

I was shaking all over. When Ryan turned around he eyed Skye and then me. Skye was untouchable. As I said, we could hardly be more similar. She showed no emotion in her features. When she finished her scotch, she ordered another bourbon and smiled at me. Oh, God. To my confusion, she began to giggle and fixed me with a sharp look.

"Ah, look at who we have here. Our little, innocent wanna-be princess. And who is this? I assume another one of your current toys. "

She was in attack mode. Like a puma, which pounces on its prey at any moment. I tried to stay calm.

I swirled the scotch around in my glass and watched the ice cubes move in my glass, making a clinking sound before I put it back to my lips and took another sip from my glass. A squeaking interrupted my thoughts and I looked to the salon door of the bar. I almost dropped the glass from my hand in shock to the floor and froze.

Why? Everything went so well, why did you have to show up here now?

A woman with tattooed arms, long brown hair and a piercing on her eyebrow came right up to us. Her grin was devilish and scary. She practically drew the attention of all the men.

Skye.

It was Skye. Immediately she took me in her sights. Her eyes were dark and her expression impenetrable, almost intimidating. She joined the bar stool next to us and ordered a scotch of soda.

I was shaking all over. When Ryan turned around he eyed Skye and then me. Skye was untouchable. As I said, we could hardly be more similar. She showed no emotion in her features. When she finished her scotch, she ordered another bourbon and smiled at me. Oh, God. To my confusion, she began to giggle and fixed me with a sharp look.

"Ah, look at who we have here. Our little, innocent wanna-be princess. And who is this? I assume another one of your current toys. "

She was in attack mode. Like a puma, which pounces on its prey at any moment. I tried to stay calm.

"What are you doing here? Didn't you want to go to France? Start a new life and leave everything behind? Or did your life get too boring with all the drugs, a lot of sex and mass lovers? Skye. "

She giggles wickedly and counters.

"What was that? Don't you describe your own life? Do you realize how pathetic you make yourself look, your whole, current life is based on a lie! Does your Toyboy know that you had a relationship with every guy in our hometown and that you have a phobia of relationships?! "

She glanced over at Ryan, her eyes filled with such darkness that I've never seen before. Ryan cleared his throat and stepped in front of me. "Yes, the" Toyboy"knows everything. Nice to meet you. My name is Ryan Silverman. Now that you know my name, you can stop calling me "Toyboy". Judging by your looks, I suppose you must be Skye Trinity. "

His playful smile reminded me of the first day we met. I tried to stay as calm as possible. But my voice sounded desperate as I asked, "Skye, why?"

She started laughing so hard that she almost fell from her bar stool, "Why? Why?! I'll tell you why we had an agreement. You have promised me that if we make it alive out of this burning house, we will go to France. As far away as possible to start a new life. You broke this agreement and disappeared to America. That's why I hate you! You are a hypocrite and live only in lies! "

I could not breathe. Helpless, I looked over to Ryan, who held my hand throughout the conversation.

Ryan now knew both versions and still, he stayed calmly by my side.

When he let go of my hand, I panicked. But then I realized that he just pulled out a few dollars to pay for our drinks.

"If you don't stop right then, you'll leave this bar in a casket!" 

Egocentric as she is, she answered. "As if I'm afraid of you. Come on, come on. Beat me until I'm hospitalized. As you did with Dean back when he cheated on you. " Ryan tried to hold me back, but I had already pulled away and leashed out on my sister. She kicked me to the side and pulled my hair, but I already rammed my knee into her stomach and slammed my fist in the face. Not very Ladylike. When she had lost consciousness for a minute, I took the chance and kicked her through the salon door from my hangout.

She gasped as I came out of the door and looked at me with a cool look. I grabbed her by the shirt and pulled her up so we could face each other face to face. The sight of her makes me want to vomit. "Get out of here or I'll kill you on my own. Go back to France in the hole that you crawled out of and never cross my path again!" I did not want Skye to destroy my life, which I had tried to rebuild. It was not my fault that she went to France. She could just as well have come to America with me. But that was her decision. Not mine. It's true that I should have walked with her. But on the other hand, I did not want to step on her feet. My eyes were still on her. I was about to leap when needed. Skye went to your car and started the engine. The headlights dazzled me and when I got up, she switched the gear on and laughed.

"You will never destroy my life again! I'll take care of that!" Everything moved in slow motion. Skye drove the car right up to me, with every passing moment it felt like the car was getting faster and faster. I could not move. I'm going to die. She will kill me. "You will die here and now. Because that's what you deserve." She started laughing like a mentally disturbed person. Her laugh was disturbing and loud. With the wind in the background, whipping through the night, I felt like the victim of a madman who has broken out of the "mental hospital". Suddenly I realized how someone from the side had pulled me away from the street. I was shaking in his arms. I could not speak or move. But I already knew who saved me. Ryan. The only thing I had noticed was how he started the engine of his car. I leaned my head against the cool window and fell asleep.