Underground

He stood in the doorway to the bedroom for a moment looking at her, watching as her chest rose and fell with each gentle breath, her beauty shining due to the graceful moonlight which leaked through the curtains. She looked just as wonderful as the last time he saw her; the last time he saw her as he was being pulled away and she turned her back on him. He was determined that they wouldn't be separated again, forever she would be his. He took a few more moments to gather his thoughts and have a final think through of his plan, he placed a hand into the left pocket of his leather jacket and slightly pulled the shiny object out to reveal a set of handcuffs, a pistol within his right pocket.

Stepping towards the bed he kept his sight locked firmly upon her, not once did his gaze drift away from its target; like a lion hunting its prey he stealthily but silently came to the foot of the bed. He missed her; but it wouldn't be long till he could touch her soft skin or feel her silky hair again. He continued to stare at her, fascinated at how little she had changed in two years. But he couldn't delay any longer, it was nearing 3am and he wanted to be far away from here before sun up. Walking to the side of the bed he gently sat himself down beside Callie, spinning himself around so he was lying behind her. Then his plan started to take shape.

Callie awoke in a shock as a hand made a secure lock around her throat from behind and another clamped over her lips, her voice declined by the force of the figure's hand. She slammed her eyes shut hoping to awake from a bad dream, only to discover that when her eyes opened once more the hands were still there, still holding her neck with one hand at almost strangling force and silencing her voice with the other. The being loosened its grip around Callie's neck as it edged closer to her; she tried to edge away but to no avail. Stopping at the frightened female's ear the figure whispered softly.

"Hello Sunshine" Callie's blood turned cold at the sound of the voice, she froze as forgotten memories flashed through her mind, everything she had done her best to forget were coming back. Her reality snapped back into place when the voice continued to speak.

"It's been a long time, did you miss me?" She could tell he had a cheeky grin curling his lips, the charisma she knew all too well of him, but she didn't reply, not even a muffled cry could escape from his grip.

"Not talking to me? Then I'll talk, you listen. I am going to remove my hand from your mouth and you are not going to scream, OK, then you are going to get your pretty little self dressed so we can go for a drive. Un-der-stand" the male demanded, saying each syllable of the last word, as though speaking to someone of a different language. Callie nodded without hesitation; desperate for him to get off of her. After he removed his hand Callie took a deep breath as though she had been deprived of air for many more minutes than she had, sitting up upon the bed she turned to face the figure, already knowing in her mind who it would be.

Looking into his eyes she froze, she knew exactly who he was but the sight of him took her by surprise, he looked no different to the last time she saw him; his piecing green eyes perfectly visible behind his black hair, the only noticeable difference was he was a-tad more muscular. Callie gave a confused look towards the male as he raised an eyebrow to her.

"Well?" he hissed in a dangerous tone.

"What did I just say?" he grabbed Callie by her wrist and threw her in the direction of her wardrobe.

"Get Dressed! I want to get out of here" Callie crashed to the floor in a heap, tripping over her own feet as she was thrown. Standing back up she opened her wardrobe doors, staring vacantly into the collection of fabrics.

"Oh For Fuck Sake!" he cried out pushing Callie to the side, this time she managed to keep her footing, he rummaged through the clothes and pulled out a pair of black jeans and a white top and threw them towards Callie, as she caught them a smile formed over her lips; never being good at catching made this a proud moment for her.

"Get Dressed! Before I drag you out as you are" he scolded once more, anger and agitation clearly audible in each word. She pulled her clothes on as quickly as she was able in her sleep deprived state, the moment she got her second foot within the trainer's grasps she was whisked off her feet, being carried away.

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