The Wrong Way Is Always Wright

(8) The Inevitable

"The one and only," he replied dryly gripping my wrists in one hand and flicking the light switch. We happened to be in a spare room at the very end of the house which conveniently for me no one used. Great. I'd really put my foot in it this time.

"I could slap you right now," I spat as my eyes adjusted to the light. Slap me down with a wet lettuce, he was smirking. My insides felt like they were twisting around in an ever increasing battle to die of repulsion.

"Too bad you can't," his smirk grew as his eyes flicked up to my clamped hands, "Looks like you're stuck with me, darlin'." I scowled at him, shifting my weight slightly in hopes he wouldn't notice. Unfortunately, as soon as I moved his grip tightened and I was well and truly stuck.

"In reality, you aren't as big as you make yourself out to be without those," he commented, his gaze dropping down to my heels, which were now lying scattered on the floor. My gaze narrowed at him and I swiftly brought my knee up in a final attempt for freedom, only to be blocked by Nick's leg. He shook his head at me, clamping my wrists together more.

"So, what's the plan then?" I wondered, "Why hold me captive?"

"Decoy," Nick replied, shooting me a 'duh' look as he pressed closer to me.

I rolled my eyes, "What for?"

"If I told you, it would spoil all of the fun," he replied deviously, smirking slightly.

My eyes narrowed and we both fell silent. I shut my eyes and leant back on the door, wondering what the Wright's were planning on doing. Soon enough everybody would come looking for me since I was supposedly a decoy. A decoy for what? As I puzzled over the possibilities, I opened my eyes ever so slightly. Peeking through my dark lashes, I could see Nick's face and he too seemed to be thinking also, I wonder what about.

"I can see your eyes open," Nick commented.

My eyes flashed open, "I could see you staring!" I retorted. Nick snorted in return, averting his gaze somewhere else.

"Who were those people in the alleyway and at the fair?" I asked quietly, my words cutting through the silence. His eyes flickered back to me for a moment before moving to the side. I turned my head to follow his face, "I know that they were wanted by the police," I added.

"What's it to you," he asked, his cold eyes narrowing as he looked back towards me.

"How about because they want me too?" I shot back.

"Only because you decided to stick your nose into somebody else's business," he sneered.

"You were in my way," I scoffed in return. He went silent for a while before speaking once more.

"You really want to know why they want me?!" he asked leaning closer to me, his brown eyes darkening ever so slightly. I sucked in a breath, trying to be subtle.

"You don't scare me, Wright," my eyes narrowed as I watched him.

"Oh, but I do, Millie," he began, "I scare you because I'm wanted by one of the biggest gangs in city. I scare you because you watched me beat the shit out of them at the fair. Finally, I scare you because I keep popping up and you have no idea why. In fact, I don't just scare you, I terrify you,"

My breath hitched in my throat and I gulped. Quickly I narrowed my eyes at him and was about to reply until something behind Nick crackled.

Holding my wrists in one hand and pressing his body closer to me as he reached into his back pocket and took out a walkie talkie.

"They're moving out," the female voice on the other end crackles through the hand held device.

"Received," he quickly spoke through the device before sliding it back into his pocket.