Post by Declan Prescott on Jun 30, 2010 6:53:11 GMT -5
‘This may very well be the worst moment of my life,’ he thought to himself.
She was standing before him, her hands clasped over her still covered breasts, pouting her chest out, hey brow raised and licking her lips. Apparently this was supposed to be seductive. With a whip of her chocolate brown hair, she slid onto the bed, seating herself next to Declan.
“What’s wrong, hun?” she asked, running her fingers along his cheek, to his mouth. “You don’t have to be shy.”
“Don’t take this personally,” he responded, brushing her hand aside. “But I’d prefer you didn’t touch me.”
“Oh yeah?” she said, showing no hint of being offended. “What d'ya want me to do then, sweetie? You just wanna look? I can talk real dirty too.”
He was at a constant battle with his overwhelming urge to tell the woman beside her that he had no interest in performing any sexual acts of depravity on a stranger, who made a living by allowing the waste of others to enter her body. In fact, the thought sickened him. For now he was winning this struggle with his darker half, but he had no idea how long that would last. He guessed 'not long'.
“Please leave,” he responded, as rigid as ever.
“Oh, sorry babe, I can’t do that,” she responded, running a hand into Declan’s inner thighs. He instantly sprang to his feet and began heading to the door. “Your old man paid me for two whole hours and he said I wasn’t allowed to leave until I had shown you a good time.”
“He’s not my father,” Declan corrected, though he didn’t know why. He wished Jeremy was his father. Perhaps that had changed after this little incident.
“Well whoever he is,” she continued. “He wanted me to make sure your 21st birthday was one you remembered.”
“It’s been riveting,” he droned. “Now get the fuck out.”
“Ooohhh, now you’re getting into it!” she mocked, grinning. “Come over here and talk to me like that!” She now patted the space on the bed beside her, with a single hand that was brandishing a putrid, scarlet red nail polish.
He sighed irritably. “You won’t leave? Fine. Let me ask you something then.”
“Sure thing, hun.”
“Why did you become a whore? Was it by choice or did circumstances force your hand?”
“I don’t have to tell you that,” she said, turning her head to stare at the curtains.
“Okay,” he said, trying not to smile, though he did enjoy sending her on the defensive. “Than let me ask you this. Do you feel… alone?”
“Huh?!” she gasped, turning back to her opponent.
“The man who paid you to come here raised me like I was his own,” Declan began. “And before I had the relationship with him that I do now, I always felt empty. Like there wasn't a single other soul in this entire world who was there for me. He changed that. But I’ve always wondered, was it really he who changed that or was it the life that he allowed me to live?”
“What do you mean?” she asked, resting her chin in her palms, now clearly interested in the young man’s words.
“Well you may think it’s silly, a lot of people do,” he began, taking a seat on the carpet, his back resting against the wall. “But for as long as I remember, all I ever wanted to do was be a professional wrestler. It was my dream. And because of my master, I’m living that dream. Do I really love my master? Or is he just a means to an end? And if the latter, will I ever be able to love anyone? Or am I doomed to a lifetime of wandering hand-in-hand with the void of nothingness? And is such a fate really that bad a thing?”
She stared at him, speechlessly. She had no clue what to say or even how to respond. He was barely a man and spoke as if the entire world existed solely because he did. Of all the strange, even sickening, clients she had serviced, this kid was in a league of his own.
“Do you have a dream?” he inquired.
“Urgh…” she mumbled, caught off guard once more.
“A purpose for your life? Something that you wanted to dedicate your entire existence to?”
“Well you told me yours,” she responded, with a nervous smile that revealed her to be a human after all. “I guess it’s only fair I return the favour. I, ugh… swimming. I was never very good with books, but I loved to swim. I know it’s dumb, but as a kid, I’d spend hours at a time gliding through cool, cleansing water, with the glowing sun bathing me in its light. There was nothing I enjoyed more.”
“But someone took your dream away from you?”
“Something like that…” she replied, a single tear rolling from her right eye.
“Thankyou,” he said, rising to his feet. “I’m going to go now.” He unlocked the door and turned the handle. Before pulling it open, he spoke one final time.
“You should follow your dream. If you succeed, it means you led a truly great life. If you fail, you died trying. Either way, your life will be your own and you’ll serve no other.
“And that’s the one thing you’ll never regret.”
“I love flying,” Cara said excitedly, seated on Declan’s lap and staring out the window at the picture perfect, crystal blue ocean thousands of feet below.
She didn’t’ receive a response.
“Hey dummy,” she pouted, turning her attention from the window, to her disinterested husband. “You’ve barely said two words since we got on the plane. This is our very first time in our own private jet! The least you could do is be a little happy…”
Still, he only stared blankly at the carpeted floor.
“Declan!” she pleaded, now pinching him on the face.
“Ow!” he snapped. “What was that for?”
“You’ve been ignoring me!”
“Oh,” he said, rubbing his cheek and settling his gaze on her. “I’m sorry, babe. What’s on your mind?”
“My mind?” she grumbled. “What’s on yours? You’re acting like I don’t even exist. I hate it!”
“You know when you do something so incredibly stupid,” he began. “That you fear you’ll never be able to trust your own judgement ever again?”
“Hmmm,” she said, putting a single soft finger to her temple. “Nope, I’m a genius.”
Declan smiled and kissed his wife affectingly on the forehead. She giggled and rested her cheek on his shoulder in response.
“This is the very first time in my life when I don’t know what to do,” he continued, rubbing his hand gently back and forth through Cara’s golden blonde hair.
“Well,” she said, straightening her back, placing her hands on each of Declan’s shoulders and clearing her throat all very profoundly. “You have to grow up.”
“Huh?!” he gasped, slightly taken aback.
“You decide to arrange a private jet home and then make me put up with you crying like a baby all the way there, just because Travis lost the Title. You’re acting like a spoilt brat and I’m getting really sick of it!”
“You don’t understand!” he retorted, shuffling to get away, without using any force to move his wife. Cara was firmly entrenched in her position, as if she expected his attempt to flee, and wasn’t letting him go anywhere.
“I do so!” she said, matter-of-factly. But with her following words, her tone changed to a much softer one. “You put so much effort into everything you do. So much planning and scheming, figuring out every last detail and making sure there’s an answer for any possible problem. And because you’re so passionate about every single thing you do, you can’t stand it when something doesn’t work out.”
She stared into his eyes, as if daring him to challenge her. He simply sighed and slumped back into the couch.
“It’s more than that, Cara. This was one of those rare times in my life when I actually put faith in another person. I trusted Roberts. I believed he was the answer to all the self-righteous gutter trash that fills our company. I even came to view him as a friend. And now I’ve realised how ridiculous such notions truly are. This just proves that the only one I can ever depend on is myself.”
SMACK!
Her palm had turned just as red as the hand mark on his cheek. Cara stared at her husband, her brow furrowed in anger and tears already welling up in her eyes. “What about me?” she pleaded, weakly.
“Sweetie,” he said, embracing her tightly and pressing his face to hers. “I’m sorry. I assumed that went without saying. You’re the reason I continue living. Without you I’d be nothing.”
“I love you,” she moaned, burying her head into his chest.
“I love you too.”
They continued on in silence for several long, intimate minutes. The only sound was of the distant roar of the engines. He knew she was crying, as she buried her head from his view. She was the only person he had ever met who could cry completely silently. Not a single moan, sniffle or out-of-time breath. But he still knew. He always knew.
“But you know,” she eventually said, bringing her now bright red head up and smiling serenely. “Travis put faith in you too. He thought you were going to get rid of Kiseragi for him. If he had been ready, he might have won.”
“Yeah, I know that,” Declan said, removing a tissue from a pocket in his jeans, before beginning to wipe the running mascara from his wife’s face. “And I wouldn’t be surprised if Travis Roberts went on one of his famous rants about how his loss is entirely my fault. But the fact remains, I eliminated one of Roberts’ opponents for him - hell, Brown will be lucky to ever walk again after what I did to him. But Roberts still wasn’t good enough and all the trash talking in the world to his yellow Muppet of a manager won’t change that.”
“Oh yeah,” she said, now grinning broadly. “But your rambling to your super hot wife is totally different!” She began giggling hysterically and fell backwards onto the couch. After several moments, she crawled back over to Declan and rested her head in his lap.
“You don’t like listening to me vent?” he inquired, failing to hide the sense of hurt in his voice.
“I was joking, dummy,” she said, rolling her eyes. “What did I tell you about being a baby?”
“How much have you had to drink?” he asked, brushing the hair from her face and eyeing off the mini bar.
“Not more than I can handle,” she said, reassuringly patting him on the side. “But speaking of taking advantage of young women - ”
“I wasn’t - ”
“What about Chinatsu?” Cara continued, completely ignoring Declan’s protest, simply to pull at his strings. “From what Doctor Professor told me, while I was blowing him, their whole gang is out to get you now.”
“What?!” he erupted, as Cara began having another seizure of giggles.
“You big idiot!” she laughed. “I was just getting my usual prescription. But he couldn‘t keep from talking, because he thinks I’m so sexy. He told me that you should watch out.”
“Jeez, you are drunk,” he replied, now running his fingers gently through her hair. She simply smiled playfully and nodded. “But honestly Cara, I expected this from those wannabes. We know hypocrisy and idiocy are both dominant traits of the Chen bloodline. Some families have freckles, others have big noses. The Chens have being cowardly morons and second rate athletes. First it was the inane bantering that was Komosube and now his sweet, little cousin. Ha! She talks about pride, respect and how she’ll play second fiddle to no man. Yet the second she realises she can’t keep up with the likes of The Significant Player, she claims I’m some sort of sick, twisted monster.
“The fact is Chen wanted to compete not only in a division filled with men, but she wanted to do it under Hardcore rules. And while people can accuse me of being a lot of things, sexist isn’t one of them. I gave Chen her wish. Now her and her misfit brigade want to blame her inability to take care of herself on me. It’s actually quite embarrassing.
“And while I could embarrass her even further by having McSkinny outwrestle her on Sentinel, I think the point has been proven: Chinatsu Chen is doing a terrific job of keeping her family tradition alive and well. I’m sure Komosube is proud, from whatever backwater, shit stained, gas station bathroom he’s currently hiding in.
“No, no. I’ll give them the chance they want, not because they deserve it, not because the people will expect me to, but simply to humiliate that band of rejects even further. The Crimson Ghost will be my target. The valiant defender of Miss Chen’s honour can taste the bitterness of defeat, just like his protégé. Plus, I still owe him for trashing my office.”
Declan looked down at Cara, with a broad grin on his face. That arrogant grin turned to a serene smile, at seeing her asleep and snoring so softly, the sound could barely be heard. He sighed peacefully, as a warm wave of euphoria washed over his being. How truly adorable she was?
Gettin’ jiggy wid it! Na! Na! Na! Na! Na! Na! Na!
Declan grumbled in annoyance, as his cell phone began ringing. He grabbed it from the table next to the pair and examined the identity of the caller. With a roll of his eyes he hit the reject button and dropped the phone carelessly back onto the bench. The commotion seemed to stir Cara momentarily, but she simply rolled to her side, burying her face in his stomach, and went back to sleep.
Declan pondered to himself if Chinatsu Chen had any such person to find comfort from in her life. While the likes of Aragato, The Crimson Ghost and Komosube were always there for her - or at least they were, while not scurrying away from The Revolution, like a cockroach when the lights come on - such degenerates could never truly be with her. Perhaps she was actually all alone, just as Cara had once been. Just as he had once been. Or perhaps there was someone on this earth who had devoted themselves entirely to her. Or perhaps the people in Chinatsu Chen's life didn't motivate her. Perhaps she fought for something else. Declan had never taken the time to find out. He felt a hot twinge in his chest, as he realised how little he actually knew about the men and women who made up Global Impact Wrestling.
“Nah,” he said to no-one in particular. “They’re all just tools for me to keep a promise to a truly great man. Just a means for me to achieve my dream. A dream that’s been sitting on the backburner for far too long. And that’s all they’ll ever be. That’s simply the way it has to be. I guess I owe Roberts a thankyou for teaching me that.”
Gettin’ jiggy wid it! Na! Na! Na! Na! Na! Na! Na!
Clenching his teeth, his entire body turning rigid with anger, he picked up his cell phone once more. Observing the caller ID, he rolled his eyes, sighed bitterly and pressed the receive button.
“Yes?” he moaned, with the enthusiasm of a child on their first day of semester. “Yeah, okay. Get on with it then… yeah? WHAT?!” His voice thundered around the jet, as he sprang to his feet out of reflex, sending a screaming Cara tumbling to the floor. “ARE YOU SURE?!” His voice was bellowing all around him now, his senses fading to the despair overcoming every molecule of his being. “HE CAN’T! HE… he just can’t…”
Declan fell to his knees, dropping the phone, sending it tumbling across the floor. Cara was now recovering, rubbing her head in discomfort. She crawled over to Declan and pressed her free hand to his cheek.
“What is it?” she asked, her voice trembling ever slightly.
He opened his mouth, but no words came out. He wanted to lie. To tell her everything would be alright. That she didn’t have to worry about a thing. But he couldn’t. It was his responsibility to tell her the truth. Ignorance wouldn't protect her.
“It’s Maguire. He’s awake.”
She was standing before him, her hands clasped over her still covered breasts, pouting her chest out, hey brow raised and licking her lips. Apparently this was supposed to be seductive. With a whip of her chocolate brown hair, she slid onto the bed, seating herself next to Declan.
“What’s wrong, hun?” she asked, running her fingers along his cheek, to his mouth. “You don’t have to be shy.”
“Don’t take this personally,” he responded, brushing her hand aside. “But I’d prefer you didn’t touch me.”
“Oh yeah?” she said, showing no hint of being offended. “What d'ya want me to do then, sweetie? You just wanna look? I can talk real dirty too.”
He was at a constant battle with his overwhelming urge to tell the woman beside her that he had no interest in performing any sexual acts of depravity on a stranger, who made a living by allowing the waste of others to enter her body. In fact, the thought sickened him. For now he was winning this struggle with his darker half, but he had no idea how long that would last. He guessed 'not long'.
“Please leave,” he responded, as rigid as ever.
“Oh, sorry babe, I can’t do that,” she responded, running a hand into Declan’s inner thighs. He instantly sprang to his feet and began heading to the door. “Your old man paid me for two whole hours and he said I wasn’t allowed to leave until I had shown you a good time.”
“He’s not my father,” Declan corrected, though he didn’t know why. He wished Jeremy was his father. Perhaps that had changed after this little incident.
“Well whoever he is,” she continued. “He wanted me to make sure your 21st birthday was one you remembered.”
“It’s been riveting,” he droned. “Now get the fuck out.”
“Ooohhh, now you’re getting into it!” she mocked, grinning. “Come over here and talk to me like that!” She now patted the space on the bed beside her, with a single hand that was brandishing a putrid, scarlet red nail polish.
He sighed irritably. “You won’t leave? Fine. Let me ask you something then.”
“Sure thing, hun.”
“Why did you become a whore? Was it by choice or did circumstances force your hand?”
“I don’t have to tell you that,” she said, turning her head to stare at the curtains.
“Okay,” he said, trying not to smile, though he did enjoy sending her on the defensive. “Than let me ask you this. Do you feel… alone?”
“Huh?!” she gasped, turning back to her opponent.
“The man who paid you to come here raised me like I was his own,” Declan began. “And before I had the relationship with him that I do now, I always felt empty. Like there wasn't a single other soul in this entire world who was there for me. He changed that. But I’ve always wondered, was it really he who changed that or was it the life that he allowed me to live?”
“What do you mean?” she asked, resting her chin in her palms, now clearly interested in the young man’s words.
“Well you may think it’s silly, a lot of people do,” he began, taking a seat on the carpet, his back resting against the wall. “But for as long as I remember, all I ever wanted to do was be a professional wrestler. It was my dream. And because of my master, I’m living that dream. Do I really love my master? Or is he just a means to an end? And if the latter, will I ever be able to love anyone? Or am I doomed to a lifetime of wandering hand-in-hand with the void of nothingness? And is such a fate really that bad a thing?”
She stared at him, speechlessly. She had no clue what to say or even how to respond. He was barely a man and spoke as if the entire world existed solely because he did. Of all the strange, even sickening, clients she had serviced, this kid was in a league of his own.
“Do you have a dream?” he inquired.
“Urgh…” she mumbled, caught off guard once more.
“A purpose for your life? Something that you wanted to dedicate your entire existence to?”
“Well you told me yours,” she responded, with a nervous smile that revealed her to be a human after all. “I guess it’s only fair I return the favour. I, ugh… swimming. I was never very good with books, but I loved to swim. I know it’s dumb, but as a kid, I’d spend hours at a time gliding through cool, cleansing water, with the glowing sun bathing me in its light. There was nothing I enjoyed more.”
“But someone took your dream away from you?”
“Something like that…” she replied, a single tear rolling from her right eye.
“Thankyou,” he said, rising to his feet. “I’m going to go now.” He unlocked the door and turned the handle. Before pulling it open, he spoke one final time.
“You should follow your dream. If you succeed, it means you led a truly great life. If you fail, you died trying. Either way, your life will be your own and you’ll serve no other.
“And that’s the one thing you’ll never regret.”
“I love flying,” Cara said excitedly, seated on Declan’s lap and staring out the window at the picture perfect, crystal blue ocean thousands of feet below.
She didn’t’ receive a response.
“Hey dummy,” she pouted, turning her attention from the window, to her disinterested husband. “You’ve barely said two words since we got on the plane. This is our very first time in our own private jet! The least you could do is be a little happy…”
Still, he only stared blankly at the carpeted floor.
“Declan!” she pleaded, now pinching him on the face.
“Ow!” he snapped. “What was that for?”
“You’ve been ignoring me!”
“Oh,” he said, rubbing his cheek and settling his gaze on her. “I’m sorry, babe. What’s on your mind?”
“My mind?” she grumbled. “What’s on yours? You’re acting like I don’t even exist. I hate it!”
“You know when you do something so incredibly stupid,” he began. “That you fear you’ll never be able to trust your own judgement ever again?”
“Hmmm,” she said, putting a single soft finger to her temple. “Nope, I’m a genius.”
Declan smiled and kissed his wife affectingly on the forehead. She giggled and rested her cheek on his shoulder in response.
“This is the very first time in my life when I don’t know what to do,” he continued, rubbing his hand gently back and forth through Cara’s golden blonde hair.
“Well,” she said, straightening her back, placing her hands on each of Declan’s shoulders and clearing her throat all very profoundly. “You have to grow up.”
“Huh?!” he gasped, slightly taken aback.
“You decide to arrange a private jet home and then make me put up with you crying like a baby all the way there, just because Travis lost the Title. You’re acting like a spoilt brat and I’m getting really sick of it!”
“You don’t understand!” he retorted, shuffling to get away, without using any force to move his wife. Cara was firmly entrenched in her position, as if she expected his attempt to flee, and wasn’t letting him go anywhere.
“I do so!” she said, matter-of-factly. But with her following words, her tone changed to a much softer one. “You put so much effort into everything you do. So much planning and scheming, figuring out every last detail and making sure there’s an answer for any possible problem. And because you’re so passionate about every single thing you do, you can’t stand it when something doesn’t work out.”
She stared into his eyes, as if daring him to challenge her. He simply sighed and slumped back into the couch.
“It’s more than that, Cara. This was one of those rare times in my life when I actually put faith in another person. I trusted Roberts. I believed he was the answer to all the self-righteous gutter trash that fills our company. I even came to view him as a friend. And now I’ve realised how ridiculous such notions truly are. This just proves that the only one I can ever depend on is myself.”
SMACK!
Her palm had turned just as red as the hand mark on his cheek. Cara stared at her husband, her brow furrowed in anger and tears already welling up in her eyes. “What about me?” she pleaded, weakly.
“Sweetie,” he said, embracing her tightly and pressing his face to hers. “I’m sorry. I assumed that went without saying. You’re the reason I continue living. Without you I’d be nothing.”
“I love you,” she moaned, burying her head into his chest.
“I love you too.”
They continued on in silence for several long, intimate minutes. The only sound was of the distant roar of the engines. He knew she was crying, as she buried her head from his view. She was the only person he had ever met who could cry completely silently. Not a single moan, sniffle or out-of-time breath. But he still knew. He always knew.
“But you know,” she eventually said, bringing her now bright red head up and smiling serenely. “Travis put faith in you too. He thought you were going to get rid of Kiseragi for him. If he had been ready, he might have won.”
“Yeah, I know that,” Declan said, removing a tissue from a pocket in his jeans, before beginning to wipe the running mascara from his wife’s face. “And I wouldn’t be surprised if Travis Roberts went on one of his famous rants about how his loss is entirely my fault. But the fact remains, I eliminated one of Roberts’ opponents for him - hell, Brown will be lucky to ever walk again after what I did to him. But Roberts still wasn’t good enough and all the trash talking in the world to his yellow Muppet of a manager won’t change that.”
“Oh yeah,” she said, now grinning broadly. “But your rambling to your super hot wife is totally different!” She began giggling hysterically and fell backwards onto the couch. After several moments, she crawled back over to Declan and rested her head in his lap.
“You don’t like listening to me vent?” he inquired, failing to hide the sense of hurt in his voice.
“I was joking, dummy,” she said, rolling her eyes. “What did I tell you about being a baby?”
“How much have you had to drink?” he asked, brushing the hair from her face and eyeing off the mini bar.
“Not more than I can handle,” she said, reassuringly patting him on the side. “But speaking of taking advantage of young women - ”
“I wasn’t - ”
“What about Chinatsu?” Cara continued, completely ignoring Declan’s protest, simply to pull at his strings. “From what Doctor Professor told me, while I was blowing him, their whole gang is out to get you now.”
“What?!” he erupted, as Cara began having another seizure of giggles.
“You big idiot!” she laughed. “I was just getting my usual prescription. But he couldn‘t keep from talking, because he thinks I’m so sexy. He told me that you should watch out.”
“Jeez, you are drunk,” he replied, now running his fingers gently through her hair. She simply smiled playfully and nodded. “But honestly Cara, I expected this from those wannabes. We know hypocrisy and idiocy are both dominant traits of the Chen bloodline. Some families have freckles, others have big noses. The Chens have being cowardly morons and second rate athletes. First it was the inane bantering that was Komosube and now his sweet, little cousin. Ha! She talks about pride, respect and how she’ll play second fiddle to no man. Yet the second she realises she can’t keep up with the likes of The Significant Player, she claims I’m some sort of sick, twisted monster.
“The fact is Chen wanted to compete not only in a division filled with men, but she wanted to do it under Hardcore rules. And while people can accuse me of being a lot of things, sexist isn’t one of them. I gave Chen her wish. Now her and her misfit brigade want to blame her inability to take care of herself on me. It’s actually quite embarrassing.
“And while I could embarrass her even further by having McSkinny outwrestle her on Sentinel, I think the point has been proven: Chinatsu Chen is doing a terrific job of keeping her family tradition alive and well. I’m sure Komosube is proud, from whatever backwater, shit stained, gas station bathroom he’s currently hiding in.
“No, no. I’ll give them the chance they want, not because they deserve it, not because the people will expect me to, but simply to humiliate that band of rejects even further. The Crimson Ghost will be my target. The valiant defender of Miss Chen’s honour can taste the bitterness of defeat, just like his protégé. Plus, I still owe him for trashing my office.”
Declan looked down at Cara, with a broad grin on his face. That arrogant grin turned to a serene smile, at seeing her asleep and snoring so softly, the sound could barely be heard. He sighed peacefully, as a warm wave of euphoria washed over his being. How truly adorable she was?
Gettin’ jiggy wid it! Na! Na! Na! Na! Na! Na! Na!
Declan grumbled in annoyance, as his cell phone began ringing. He grabbed it from the table next to the pair and examined the identity of the caller. With a roll of his eyes he hit the reject button and dropped the phone carelessly back onto the bench. The commotion seemed to stir Cara momentarily, but she simply rolled to her side, burying her face in his stomach, and went back to sleep.
Declan pondered to himself if Chinatsu Chen had any such person to find comfort from in her life. While the likes of Aragato, The Crimson Ghost and Komosube were always there for her - or at least they were, while not scurrying away from The Revolution, like a cockroach when the lights come on - such degenerates could never truly be with her. Perhaps she was actually all alone, just as Cara had once been. Just as he had once been. Or perhaps there was someone on this earth who had devoted themselves entirely to her. Or perhaps the people in Chinatsu Chen's life didn't motivate her. Perhaps she fought for something else. Declan had never taken the time to find out. He felt a hot twinge in his chest, as he realised how little he actually knew about the men and women who made up Global Impact Wrestling.
“Nah,” he said to no-one in particular. “They’re all just tools for me to keep a promise to a truly great man. Just a means for me to achieve my dream. A dream that’s been sitting on the backburner for far too long. And that’s all they’ll ever be. That’s simply the way it has to be. I guess I owe Roberts a thankyou for teaching me that.”
Gettin’ jiggy wid it! Na! Na! Na! Na! Na! Na! Na!
Clenching his teeth, his entire body turning rigid with anger, he picked up his cell phone once more. Observing the caller ID, he rolled his eyes, sighed bitterly and pressed the receive button.
“Yes?” he moaned, with the enthusiasm of a child on their first day of semester. “Yeah, okay. Get on with it then… yeah? WHAT?!” His voice thundered around the jet, as he sprang to his feet out of reflex, sending a screaming Cara tumbling to the floor. “ARE YOU SURE?!” His voice was bellowing all around him now, his senses fading to the despair overcoming every molecule of his being. “HE CAN’T! HE… he just can’t…”
Declan fell to his knees, dropping the phone, sending it tumbling across the floor. Cara was now recovering, rubbing her head in discomfort. She crawled over to Declan and pressed her free hand to his cheek.
“What is it?” she asked, her voice trembling ever slightly.
He opened his mouth, but no words came out. He wanted to lie. To tell her everything would be alright. That she didn’t have to worry about a thing. But he couldn’t. It was his responsibility to tell her the truth. Ignorance wouldn't protect her.
“It’s Maguire. He’s awake.”
