Little Dark One

18 - interrogation

Keira

Even through my drunken haze, my feelings for Tommy remained. I've been waiting for him to get angry with me, I know it's coming, I've been expecting it and the anticipation is killing me. Hence overdoing it with the bourbon. 

My vision was getting hazy and I could feel my emotions becoming more and more unstable as the alcohol took reign. I wanted him, bad. 

"Drink this." Tommy pushed a glass of water into my hands. 

I was sitting here all hot and bothered and there he was, unfazed. He seemed like the kind of man to take advantage of a drunk woman making willing advances, but I guess not. What kind of guy can shoot people in cold blood but wont kiss a girl. I'm officially confused. 

His glare pierced into me, so I brought the glass to my lips and took a long sip, never breaking eye contact as he stood over me. I drank half the glass and set it down on the nightstand. 

"Happy?" I asked sassily.

"Never."  He admitted darkly. 

My eyes fell to his perfectly chiseled abs and my drunk alter ego lifted my hand in an attempt to run my fingers over the raised muscles. He stepped back just out of reach, and crossed his even more muscular arms over his chest. Visually, I was in heaven. Emotionally, even through my haze I sensed turmoil. 

"How do you know Alejandro?" He asked quietly, holding my gaze which struggled to focus on his face. 

I remember not wanting to tell him any of this, but now that he was standing here rejecting me I wanted to make him jealous. I know it's petty, but drunk Keira couldn't care less. Game on bad boy. 

"College. I spent a year abroad in Barcelona." I mumbled, glaring back at him. 

"And that's where you met him." He confirmed. 

"He was my boyfriend." I revealed with a petty smirk. I wasn't drunk enough to miss his jaw clenching and his eyes darkening a few shades. "And he kissed me whenever I wanted." I added, twisting the metaphorical knife.

"I bet he did." he bit out sarcastically. He was pacing now, breaking our eye contact. I was getting to him and I loved it. "So that's why you disobeyed my order's tonight and got out of the car? To save your boyfriend?" He growled.

"If anyone's going to kill him it's going to be me." Tommy snapped his head in my direction as soon as the words left my choked up throat. 

He didn't expecting that from me, and honestly neither did I. I had bottled up a lot of those feelings and blocked out the the pain Alejandro had caused, and now in my intoxicated state, it all came pouring back, crushing me from the inside out.  

"What did he do to you?" His tone was lethal as he knelt in front me, bringing his eyes to the same level as mine. 

My lip quivered as I tried hard to hold back the tears, I didn't want to cry in front of Tommy anymore. I didn't want him to see me as this weak little girl who couldn't cope. But the alcohol fought against me and the tears ran down my cheeks. 

"I cant." I shook my head in denial. I couldn't handle the memories flooding my consciousness, let alone describe them out loud.

Tommy's fury came back with a vengeance. His jaw clenched and his hands fisted at his side, tensing the muscles all the way up his bare arms. I hid my face in my hands and he stood and began pacing the room, no doubt trying to calm his barely controlled anger. 

"You're not going tomorrow." He barked furiously. 

"But I have to" I choked out "I promised." 

"I don't give a fuck what you promised. There is no way you're leaving this compound, let alone to see him." He snarled. 

"I have to, you don't know what he'll do if I don't go." I sobbed. 

"You should be more worried about what I'd do if you did." He said bluntly with murder in his eyes. 

"Tommy please." I begged "We can't ignore his threats, he will find us and kill both of us and  everyone we love." 

"He can't kill me. And there is no one I love."  He said with pure confidence. I fell back on the bed and buried my face in the pillow to muffle my uncontrolled sobs. I hated myself for acting like this in front of him, but I couldn't help it. I drank too much and the alcohol ruled my emotions now. I know i'll regret every second of this tomorrow.

I felt the bed dip beside me. He lifted me from the pillow and wrapped his strong arms around me, holding me to his chest as he leaned back against the headboard. My tears dripped down his bare abs as he held me silently for a few minutes. I could feel him taking deep breaths in an attempt to control his anger.

"Breathe Keira." He commanded. His voice softened slightly. I took a few shaky breaths, and eventually my body ran out of tears, thank god. I could feel the alcohol induced drowsiness begin to pull at me. 

"I don't know what he did to you, but he will never hurt you again. I swear I will protect you." He promised. 

"Don't make promises you can't keep." I whispered. 

"Don't make the same mistake he did. Never underestimate my power." His chest vibrated with his strong words and I melted into him, feeling safe in his intense presence. 

I drifted off against his warm skin damp with my tears,  his chest rising and falling with each breath lulling me into a deep sleep.