When Tanner finally opened the door she was almost shocked at just how clean the place was. She hadn’t expected to be taken to some dive with strung out people sitting everywhere, but she definitely didn’t anticipate coming somewhere as nice as this! 

Tanner saw the look on Michelle’s face and smiled. So this is what it felt like to be Chris huh? He loved working for Chris, he had access to the best of everything that LA had to offer. Hell he didn’t even know who really owned this house, but it didn’t really matter either. Apparently whoever it was owed Chris a favor. 

Sitting down on the couch, he patted the spot next to him and waited for Michelle to take a seat. When she finally came and sat down, he removed the contents that Chris had given him from his pocket and began to set up shop. 

Michelle watched as Tanner carefully poured the white powder out of an envelope onto a small mirror and began to cut it into thin even lines. Grabbing one of the bills off the table he rolled it into a meticulous little cylinder and handed it to Michelle. 

Michelle stared at the rolled up bill in her hand and knew that there was no turning back. Feeling that there were eyes on her, Michelle looked back up at Tanner. 

“Round trip ticket to Neverland!” he said holding the mirror out to her. 

Taking a deep breath Michelle put the rounded bill to her right nostril and plugged her left. As she was bending over to the mirror she could hear Tanner coaching her. 

“It’ll burn a little, but don’t worry it goes away. Just blow the first line real quick and then the second right after and you’ll be ok.” he made it sound so simple. 

As soon as he finished his sentence the sound of Michelle inhaling deeply through her nostril filled the room. Almost instantly the most excruciating burning sensation shot through her right nostril. Before she even had time to react, she heard Tanner’s voice again. 

“Okay now the left one.” 

Switching the bill over to the left nostril, Michelle repeated the action. This time the burning sensation blazed a trail up both nostrils and to her eyes. As her eyes began to water uncontrollably she also began to feel an odd dripping sensation in the back of her throat. Looking over at Tanner she made a face that resembled that of someone who was about to sneeze. 

“You okay?” he laughed 

“Yeah…I think so.” she moaned out, pinching her nostrils together in a desperate effort to make the burning stop. 

“Here…” Tanner said taking her index finger and dipping it into one of the piles. After the tip was coated in white powder he instructed her to rub the finger over her gums and tongue. Michelle did as she was instructed, and within 10 seconds her entire mouth felt numb and the burning sensation was almost completely gone. 

“That felt kinda…good.” she said after a few moments of silence. 

Taking a few lines himself Tanner nudged the plate back toward Michelle. 

“Just good?” 

Smiling she bent over and snorted two more lines of her own. 

About an hour later the two sat there laughing hysterically. The mirror that was once littered with lines of white powder was now almost completely clean. As Michelle leaned over the table to snort yet another line, Tanner’s phone rang. Still laughing, he flipped it open. 

“Yeah.” 

“From the sounds of things I assume that things are going as planned.” he heard Chris’ voice on the other end. 

“Of course” he replied looking over at Michelle to make sure that she couldn’t hear the other end of the conversation. 

“Okay good. Well there’s been a slight change of plans.” 

Standing up Tanner walked out of the living room so that Michelle could no longer hear his side of the conversation. 

“What kind of change?” 

“Well, something came up, so I have a little business I need to tend to. I’m gonna need you to keep Michelle company for a couple more hours.” 

“So what do you want me to do with her? I mean shes pretty messed up right now Chris.” the young man said, sounding slightly concerned. 

“Good! Keep it comin. There's a stash in the medicine cabinet in the master bathroom. It’s even stronger than the shit I just gave you though so kinda baby feed her that stuff, ok?” 

“Chris man I don’t know. Don’t you think-” 

“What I think is that you need to do what the fuck I tell you. Look you don’t know this bitch and she means nothing to you. So I suggest you keep that in mind before you decide that you wanna go against my orders.” Chris interrupted “Now, do you have anything else to say?” 

The other end was completely silent. 

“I didn’t think so.” without saying another word, the line went dead. 

Walking into the master bathroom of the house, Tanner looked in the spot where Chris told him that the stash would be. Like he said there was a fresh batch of coke sitting in the medicine cabinet just waiting for him. Plucking the small clear bag from its place on the shelf, he tore it open slightly dipping his pinky finger in. Sucking on the finger lightly to get a “taste” for the “product”, his mouth went dry almost instantly. 

“What the fuck is he doing?” he whispered to himself. 

Thinking of Chris’ last words to him, he quickly shook the thought away. The last thing he wanted to do was end up on Chris’ shit list, especially for someone he’d only known for a few hours! He was definitely in no place to be trying to cross Chris, he thought as he made his way back into the living room. 

When he entered the room, Michelle was no longer sitting by the couch. Scanning the room he finally spotted her over by the bar. making herself ANOTHER drink. Tanner was literally flabbergasted. What the hell was so wrong with this girls life that she needed to run this far away. Looking at her pour her umpteenth drink of the night, he couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for her. She seemed so…miserable. Even at the club when she was smiling and laughing, her eyes always looked so sad. Pain was written all over her face and the more she tried to hide it, the more it showed. 

He wanted to ask her what happened. Who had hurt her so badly? He wanted to ask her what her relationship with Chris was and why he seemed to have a somewhat sick obsession with her. He wanted to tell her to put down the fucking bottle and to take it easy on the powder. What he did however…...was sit at the table and begin to draw out lines. 

Skipping back over to where Tanner sat, Michelle bounced next to him setting her drink down on the table. 

“More?!” she all but screamed clapping her hands together like a child. 

“Hey you said you wanted to get away” Tanner said half heartedly, guilt clearly starting to get the best of him. 

Taking a large gulp of her freshly made drink. Michelle kneeled next to the table picking up one of the rolled up hundred dollar bills. Placing it to her right nostril she came down close to the table and took a long hardy snort. After icing off the first line she repeated the action in the other nostril. 

When she finally looked back at Tanner her pupils were almost the size of pennies! There was no longer any color to her eyes, just black and white. That sad look now replaced by pure emptiness. She had finally done it…she was gone. 

Michelle and Tanner continued to blow lines until the entire supply of coke that they had was completely gone. 

Eventually the time passed by and so did the effects of the drugs as they both began to crash. Michelle was now laying on the couch moaning that her head hurt. Flopping down next to her, Tanner looked at the clock for the first time in hours and saw that the clock read 1:56pm.  All but jumping back off the couch, Tanner tried not to panic. Where the fuck was Chris? Had he fucked up the plan? Was he too high and missed one detail? Shit shit shit! Should he call? Wait? What about Michelle? What if she wanted to leave? Surely he couldn’t just make her stay! He didn’t know what to do. 

Then, as if the headache that he was quickly forming and worrying about Chris weren’t enough, Michelle had decided that now would be a great time to freak out about the massive amounts of coke she had done. 

"This is just perfect." Tanner thought, the realization that the high was wearing off Michelle beginning to hit him. 

“Tanner I seriously think there’s something wrong with me!” she said, her voice taking on a panicky tone. 

“You’re fine Michelle.  Your just coming down that’s all.” Tanner tried to explain. 

“No no no! You don’t understand. Like I can feel my heart beating! I mean I can feel it beating!” 

“Michelle its okay. I swear!  Your. Just. Coming. Down.” he told her in a slow calming voice. 

Unfortunately for Tanner his words did little to comfort Michelle who was doing all she could to work herself into a frenzy. Sitting up on the couch she put her hand to her chest and began to hyperventilate. 

“I seriously…I CANT BREATHE!” she said now having a full on panic attack “I can feel my FUCKING HEART BEATING!” 

“Oh my God this seriously isn’t happening to me.” Tanner breathed out, pinching the bridge of his nose as he squeezed his eyes shut. 

Heading toward the kitchen he began to scan the cabinets for any sign of pain reliever. After a few minutes he located a bottle of aspirin and grabbed her a glass of water. 

"Here." 

 Pulling her into a fully upright position, he handed her the glass of water and aspirin and began to gently rub her back. 

“Michelle you really just gotta calm down. Your gonna be okay. Its just the high wearing off, I promise.” 

“Why does it feel this way? Why do I feel like I’m gonna die?” she asked, almost begging for an answer. 

“Michelle you’ve never done it before…and lets just say you really jumped in like a pro last night! You’ll be FINE!” he said, stressing the word fine for her benefit. 

The more time that went by, the more she began to calm down. Unfortunately for Tanner, the more time that went by, the more anxious he became. Where the fuck was Chris? 

Going back over the events of the night he tried desperately to remember some lost detail, anything that would explain what went wrong, but there was nothing. He had done everything exactly as planned, so where was Chris? Was this a test? Maybe Chris didn’t even know this chick and it was just a test of loyalty, Tanner thought. 

As the thoughts raced through his head and the minutes and hours continued to tick by, he tried to find something else to occupy his time. 

“You want something to eat?” he asked Michelle nervously. 

“Sure.” she said in a half sleepy voice “I’m starving!” 

“Chinese good for you?” he asked, already dialing the number to the Chinese place. 

Michelle just nodded. 

When he finished placing their order, Tanner looked over at Michelle. 

“So…I basically ordered everything on the menu.” he said, giving a sorry attempt at laughing. “It should be here in less than hour.” 

Nodding once again, Michelle continued to lay in her curled up position. She wanted to think about what the hell was going on and how she had allowed herself to end up in the position that she was in. She wanted to go home and sleep in her own bed for days. Unfortunately, the pounding in her head wouldn’t allow her to think about anything but the prospect of food. 

“If you want, you can use the shower.” Tanner said, interrupting her thoughts. “Theres a bunch of girls clothes in the master bedroom that will probably fit you.” 

“Are you sure? They wont be mad?” 

“Nah its cool. It’s a friends place so I’ll just explain if they say anything.” Tanner lied, knowing that no one would care and even if they did they wouldn’t dare say anything. 

Not waiting for him to take back the offer, Michelle gladly drug herself away from the couch. Maybe a nice hot shower was exactly what she needed to get out of this funk. 

After checking out the clothing selection in the master bedroom. Michelle finally decided on a pair of deconstructed jeans that were surprisingly her size and what looked like a child’s size incredible hulk t-shirt. Setting the clothes out neatly on the bed she headed for the shower. 

The hot water that normally soothed her after a rough night now made her nauseous. Trying desperately to keep herself from painting the shower walls of whoever’s house this was, she quickly turned the water to cold. Surprisingly the freezing cold water seemed to be just what she needed as her body began to relax and the nausea fade. 

When Michelle finally emerged from the shower she felt a renewed sense of self. No where near NEW, but a far cry closer than she was a couple of hours ago. Quickly, she dried herself off and got dressed. As she walked out of the bedroom, the delightful aroma of Chinese food greeted her. Walking down the hallway that led to the living room, she began to feel better and better with each step. 
The feeling however was quickly replaced by one of sheer panic as she rounded the corner into the living room. It was as if time stopped the moment she set foot in the living room. What was he doing here? Why? How? Blinking her eyes rapidly, she hoped that maybe it was still the effects of the drug, but as she refocused her vision, she saw him now as clear as ever. 

“Chris?” she breathed out, as the color drained from her face. 

Chapter 117 

Chris stood there not saying anything for a moment as he proceeded to eat directly from one of the take out containers with a pair of chopsticks. 

“Lo Mein?” he asked, gesturing the box toward her. 

Immeadiately, she wanted to smack that stupid smirk right off of his face. Sure, she was terrified of Chris and what he was capable of, but she hated him even more. 

Giving her a quick smile, he took another bite of the noodles and gestured toward her with the chopsticks. 

“What an adorable little ensemble you’ve got on!” 

Michelle felt her entire body begin to shake. She wasnt sure if it was fear or anger, and at this point, she really didn’t care! Looking over to her right, she saw Tanner standing there with a dumbfounded look on his face and just lost it. 

“WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING HERE!?” she screamed at the top of her lungs. “I gotta…I just gotta get out of here!” she said and made a bee line for the door. 

Quickly jumping up, Chris took a step to the side and put himself between Michelle and the door. 

“Whoa there sweetheart. Why don’t you calm your nerves a little bit and just chill the fuck out.” Chris said, calmly grabbing her by the arm and turning her around a little. 

Once Michelle was standing in the middle of the living room again she began to pace back and forth at a feverish pace, continuing on with her rant. 

“Thanks for the favor TJ” Chris said, reaching into his pocket. 

Tanner stood there completely stunned. The girl had absolutely lost it at the mere sight of Chris and now he felt uneasy leaving her with him when she was freaking out like this. He knew Chris all too well, and chances were that this girl probably had a DAMN good reason for becoming so unraveled by his presence. Now he wanted to ask Chris exactly what was going on. He wanted to stay. 
Just as the thought entered his mind it was almost just as quickly dismissed. Trying to stall for at least some amount of time, TJ began to fumble around for anything. Keys? Hat? It didn’t matter. He just wanted to be able to be there a little bit longer. Unfortunately, Chris had no problem letting him know that his presence was unwelcome. 

“You can leave now.” he said, shoving a wad of hundred dollar bills into the young man’s chest. 

“Chris I-” he tried but was interrupted. 

“Leave. Now.” Chris warned, giving him a look that clearly said he had better take the opportunity to leave by his own free will while it was still an option. 

Looking back over at Michelle one last time, Tanner’s heart broke for her. She was still pacing around sounding half scared, half crazy. He knew that if she wasn’t already at her lowest, that without a doubt she would be there soon with Chris’ assistance. Finally turning his head away from the circus in front of him, he hesitantly walked out the door. 

Once Michelle heard the door close, she instantly snapped back into reality. 

Searching the room frantically for Tanner, she realized that she was now alone with Chris. As panic began to sink in all over again, she made a mad dash for the front door. 

“Whoa whoa whoa! Pump your breaks baby.” he said, grabbing her by the shoulders as she almost plowed him over. 

“Stop!  Let me go Chris! I just wanna go home!  Please!” she cried out, frantically struggling to get away from him as the smell of his cologne brought on a flood of flashbacks from the other night. 

"You are home baby."  he replied back, almost sadistically. 

Feeling the tears begin to burn her eyes, Michelle tried even harder to fight him away. Why was this happening to her again? What had she done to deserve this life? 

“C’mon now Michelle we both know how well this little charade of yours worked before, so why don’t you just calm down?” Chris said holding her tighter. 

Turning her around, Chris pushed her until she was wedged between him and the front door. Stuck between Chris and the door, Michelle knew better than to try and continue to fight him, if for no other reason than that was almost entirely impossible from the position he had her in. 

Pushing her forward so that her stomach and face were now completely pressed against the door, he began to grind himself against her letting her feel what he had waiting for her. As he did this, he reached into his jacket pocked and pulled out a small baggy filled with white powder. 

“Look Michelle, I don’t wanna hurt you. So why don’t we just sit down and figure something out that will work for both of us.” he said lifting the small baggy into her line of view. 

Michelle hadn’t realized until just then, but the drug had taken her away from her pain. And it wasn’t until she saw it again, that she knew she wanted to go back to wherever it had taken her. To where she didn't really didn't have a care in the world. 

Sensing that she was about to break, Chris continued to taunt her. Sliding his right hand down the zipper of her jeans, Chris let out a small moan and began to gently massage between her legs. 

“I think you know that either way this goes, I’m GOING to get what I want.” he said placing soft kisses along her neck and jaw. “I mean, c’mon Michelle. I’m giving you the chance to do things the easy way.  I mean, unless of course you liked how I fucked you yesterday.” 

Letting a single tear roll down her cheek, Michelle hesitantly reached up and gently took the bag from Chris’ hand. Slowly she felt him ease his weight off of her and knew without a doubt that she just signed a deal with the devil. Looking down at the door knob in front of her she no longer even entertained the idea of leaving. 

Walking over to the couch Michelle sat down and waited for Chris to join her. Once they were both sitting down, Chris poured the powder on the table and began cutting it into thick lines. Once there were an even number of lines on the table, he handed her a perfectly shaped small glass cylinder and then proceeded to hold her hair back for her. 

Bending over Michelle snorted two of the thick lines without even lifting her head back up. Something Chris thought was quite impressive for a rookie. 

“That a girl!” Chris coaxed when she finally lifted her head back up. 

Taking two lines of his own, he quickly snorted them and handed the small pipe back to her. Holding it in her hand for a moment she just stared down at it. Memories of the last time she had been with Chris flooding her mind. Quickly bending over, she again snorted two lines and turned the memories into nothing more than dust. 

“See.” he said gently running his hand down across her inner thigh. “Isn't this way better?" 

Nodding her head dejectedly, Michelle knew that she was already gone. Yes, her body was sitting here right next to Chris and she could hear everything that he said, but for all mental purposes, she was gone. This was the feeling she had searched for and Chris had given it to her. 

After watching the calming effects of the coke take over her body, Chris took a hold of her hand and raising his slightly, motioned for her to stand up. 

“Come here.” he said motioning to the spot in front of him. 

Moving slowly in to the space between his legs that he provided for her, Michelle took a deep breath and felt a wave of fear take over her body.  She didn't know exactly what he had planned for her, but knew that whatever it was wasn't going to be pleasant.  She could just tell by the spark of fire that danced in his green eyes as he looked up at her. 

Reaching forward, Chris unfastened the button of her jeans and slowly slid the zipper down to expose even more of her silky skin.   After taking a moment to enjoy the thought of what was to come, Chris slid both hands underneath the denim of her jeans and caressed her well toned hips. 

“Take your clothes off.” Chris ordered, scooting back into the couch so that he was more comfortable. 

Standing in front of him she began to remove each article of clothing slowly. Although the drugs were having an effect on her, Chris could still see the innocence in her eyes. They always gave her away, and right now they were telling him that she was more scared and nervous than she had ever been in her life. He was loving every minute of it! 

When she was fully undressed she gave him a look as if to say ‘now what’. Saying nothing, Chris just sat there and stared at her. She had a beautiful body. He really hadn’t given himself a chance to take her all in the last time that they were together. Looking at her now though, he noticed just how good she really looked. Small and petite. Oh yeah he could definitely have some fun with her. 

“Get on your knees.” he instructed. His voice wasn’t harsh, but it was definitely an order. 

Slowly getting on her knees between his legs, Michelle knew what was coming next. Trying her hardest not to cry she looked back up at him and awaited further instruction. 

“Now I do believe that the last time we were in this position we got a little side tracked.” he said raising his eyebrows at her. “We shouldn’t have to worry about that now!” 
Unzipping his pants he began to pull them down a little. Looking back at Michelle, he let out an amused chuckle. 

“Am I gonna have to do this all by myself?” he asked, an arrogant smile tugging at the corners of his lips. 

Helping him the rest of the way out of his pants, she then proceeded to pull down his boxers, leaving him fully exposed. Michelle gasped as she looked down at the girth of what was in front of her. To say he was huge would be a major injustice! She hadn’t even seen it the last time, and looking at it now made her heart skip a beat. 

Letting out a slight chuckle, Chris watched in amusement as she sat there in awe at how large he was. He knew that he was more than equipped and he loved the expression girls like Michelle got on their faces when they saw it for the first time. 

“I know its pretty sweetheart, but I didn’t take it out for air.” Chris informed Michelle, nodding towards himself. 

Moving in closer Michelle took one last deep breath before wrapping her lips around him. 

The moment they made contact Chris’ eyes fell shut. Her mouth was so soft and warm. Rocking his hips up a little bit he pushed himself deeper inside her mouth. Instantly Michelle pulled her head back some feeling him touch the back of her throat. 

“Ah ah ah.” he said, placing his hand on the back of her head and applying a little pressure. “I see Wade has yet to school you in this fine art form. That’s okay though. I’m more that willing to work with you!” 

With his fingers now slightly entwined in her hair, Chris laid his head back on the couch and continued to gently guide her head, still applying enough pressure so that he was never fully out of her mouth. Letting out a soft groan Chris tried to push Michelle’s head down a little bit further. When she still resisted he lightly tapped the back of her leg with his foot, signaling for her to scoot in more. Once she was as close as she could get, Chris used as much force as he could without hurting her to push her down as far as she could go. She didn’t struggle, but he knew that she could take more and he wasn’t going to stop until he felt those soft warm lips around his entire length. 

“Relax baby.” he coaxed her softly “This isn’t going to end anytime soon, so it’d probably be in your best interest to stop being so damn tense.” 

Trying desperately to relax her throat, Michelle let out a horrific sounding gag as she felt Chris thrust himself deep in her throat without warning. Her first instinct was to try to pull her head away and gasp for air, but the hopes of that quickly died when she felt his grip on the back of her head tighten. 

Pulling himself out slowly, he continued to rock his hips up and down while still holding the back of her head. Ever so often thrusting his entire shaft into her mouth, hearing an immediate gag in response. 

The feel of her virgin lips around him was starting to bring Chris close to the point of no return. Knowing that this was not where he wanted it to end, he gently pulled her head back up. The look on her face was priceless as she gazed up at him. Her eyes were glazed over from a mix of the coke and the tears she was trying her best to hold back. He couldn’t help but laugh. 

Michelle sat there staring at him as he laughed at her. She thought that she should feel ashamed, or pathetic, or…something. But as she gazed up at him, she felt absolutely nothing. To say that she was numb would be an understatement. 

“Get up here.” Chris said, interrupting her thoughts as he patted his thighs. 

Standing back up, she waited until he was done removing his shirt before proceeding. Placing a leg on either side of him, she straddled him so that she was now hovering over him. With his hands on her hips, Chris glided her downward gently so that just the tip of him was in her. Holding her there he looked up at her. 

“Look at me Michelle” he commanded, pulling her arms up to wrap them around his neck. 

As she finally set her gaze to his, he snaked his arms underneath hers so that he could grab on to her shoulders. 

“You ready?” he teased with a half smile. 

Michelle nodded timidly. He loved how innocent she was. Truth be told her innocence was probably the main attraction for him. Chris couldn’t remember the last time he had met a truly innocent girl in LA, but he was sure it had to be sometime in the mid 90’s. 

Gripping her shoulders tightly, he forcefully pulled her down so that he was now completely inside of her. Feeling her walls clench him immediately, he rested his head on her shoulder trying desperately not to climax. She felt like a virgin. He was glad that he didn’t have to rush like last time, now he was really going to enjoy her. 

Slowly he began to rock his hips up and down moving inside of her. He could hear her let out soft whimpers of pain each time he pushed a little bit deeper, turning him on even more. Holding her tightly he moved her body as well and felt her dig her nails into his shoulders as he began to thrust harder. The harder he thrust, the harder she dug her nails into him. 

“Oh fuck Michelle.” he groaned from the pleasure and pain. 

Michelle squeezed her eyes shut trying not to enjoy the feeling of Chris inside of her. She tried desperately to think about the fact that less than 36 hours ago he had forced himself on her. She tried to focus on the pain that he was causing by his size alone, but the pleasure was far more overpowering. 

Seeing the pained expression on her face, Chris began to thrust even harder inside of her. 

“You like it? Don’t you?” he asked “ You like me fucking you Michelle?” 

When she didn’t answer he began to make his strokes faster and more painful. 

“Don’t you?!” he asked again, pushing himself deep inside her. 

Trying her hardest not to open her mouth and scream, Michelle bit down on her bottom lip as hard as she could. Yes it felt good, but she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that. It wasn’t SUPPOSED to feel good, but it DID. 

“DON'T YOU?!” he yelled again, this time pulling her hair a little as he thrusted himself as deep as he could. 

“YES!!” she cried out finally, her voice a mix of pleasure and pain. 

Chris could tell that she was trying to hold back and he was loving every minute of it. Pulling her off of him mid thrust, he tossed her back on the couch and positioned himself between her legs, letting a Cheshire grin ease across his face at the thought of the pounding he was really about to give her. 

Chapter 118

Pushing her legs back so that her knees were now by her chest, Chris took another look at Michelle. His smile fading into a look of seriousness. Her face was just so…angelic as she stared back up at him, waiting for what was to come next. Shaking away the haze that was beginning to cloud his better judgment, Chris made sure that he was positioned just right and in one fluid motion thrust into her as hard as he could. As the feel of Chris entering her once again sent a wave of pain through Michelle’s entire body, she closed her eyes as tight as she could trying to dull the pain. 

“Oh I’m sorry…did I hurt you?” Chris asked in mock sympathy as he began to thrust in and out of her at a rapid pace. 

Each thrust seemed to be harder and deeper than the one before. Keeping her eyes closed tightly, Michelle tried desperately not to let any sounds of pain or pleasure escape her. She knew that either would be just fine for Chris who seemed to enjoy himself no matter what. Then all of a sudden, Michelle was quickly brought back to reality when she felt Chris’ lips graze her neck. 

Before she could fully analyze what was going on, another wave of that pleasurable pain coursed through her body. Surprisingly though, it was coming from her neck, where Chris was now biting almost violently as Michelle cried out in pain. 

“Mmmm. I like when you scream.” he said, smiling against her neck “Do it again.” 

When Michelle didn’t make another sound, she felt Chris bite down on her neck even harder. 

“Ahhh!” She moaned louder, unable to contain herself. 

“So…little Ms. Michelle likes to be hurt huh?” Chris asked, as he continued his assault on her body. 

Quickening his pace, Chris held onto Michelle so that their bodies now molded into one another. Still occasionally biting on her neck, she felt his breathing begin to get labored and knew that he was getting close to his climax. Sadly…..so was she. As much as Michelle hated what he was doing to her, there was no denying that what he was doing, felt good. Damn good and she hoped it was just the effects from the drugs. 

Feeling Michelle’s walls begin to tighten around him even more, Chris felt himself getting closer to the point of no return. 

“C’mon Michelle. Don’t fight it. You know you wanna cum with me!” he breathed out.  His thrusting becoming faster and faster but never losing it's rhythm. 

Pulling his face away from her shoulder Chris locked eyes with Michelle. He had to see her face when she came to that point of no return. When she mentally let go and allowed her body take over. Staring back up at him with those big brown eyes, her face a mix of confusion, pleasure and pain, Chris knew there was no holding back. Then with one last violent thrust, Chris gave into the release that his body had been begging for. Feeling his body shutter with the relief of finally letting go, Michelle couldn’t help but let her own body do the same. 

They lay there for what seemed like an eternity. Neither saying a word. Only breathing…...and thinking. 

"Damn it."  he mumbled softly under his breath.

Taking a few deeps breaths to try and slow his breathing, Chris looked down at her shook his head.  He just couldn’t believe that he had actually released himself inside of her. What the hell was he doing?!  Right out of the gate he was breaking all of his own rules! Rules he had for a reason! 

Pulling himself together, Chris quickly leaned back. He knew how to fix it. Giving Michelle an almost disgusted look, Chris promptly threw her leg out of the way so that he could get off of the couch.  Almost as if in a trance, Michelle watched as he headed down the hallway toward the bathroom.  Once she heard the bathroom door close and the shower come on, she sunk as deep into the couch as she could get. 

She wanted to cry, but she didn’t even have tears left to cry. How on earth had she let herself get here? Her relationship had turned into a bigger disaster than Chernobyl. Her career…ha…what career? That was all but dead and there was no way in hell she could go back to Millennium. Not after what had happened between Wade and Justin in front of everyone.

Curling herself into a fetal position, Michelle closed her eyes and tried to imagine the way her life used to be. Back to when she was happy. When her life had meaning.  When she felt she had a future.  Unfortunately, the memories never resurfaced and as her body began to relax, much needed sleep took over.

****

Looking down at her Chris couldn’t help but laugh. She was curled into a tight little ball on her side sound asleep. This girl was an absolute riot! After all the coke that she had done and the ride that he had just given her, the last thing he expected her to be doing right now was sleeping. Yet here she was.......sound asleep. Now, no longer amused, Chris bent over and gave her a slight nudge on the shoulder. 

“Michelle? Michelle. Wake up.” he coaxed shaking her shoulder lightly. 

Standing back up straight, he watched as she stirred in her sleep for a moment before getting comfortable again. Taking an exasperated breath, Chris shook his head and once again tried to wake her. 

“Michelle!” he said, not quite yelling but loud enough to make her stir briefly again. 

After a few more slight movements, she drifted back to sleep.

“God damn it.” he whispered to himself, as he glanced down at his watch. "This just gets better and better!"

After letting out a heavy sigh, Chris bent over once again and scooped her limp body up into his arms. As he stood back up, he felt her head gently roll to the side and fall onto his shoulder. Looking down at her sleeping frame in his arms, all he could do was shake his head. He couldn’t believe that he was even doing this. 

As he began to walk toward the master bedroom, she let out a soft sigh and snaked her arms around his neck.
‘Mother fucker’ he mouthed to himself, feeling her nuzzle her head into his neck. 

Walking as quickly as he could into the bedroom he all but dropped her on the bed. When she was finally out of his arms he carefully grabbed a cover folded at the bottom of the bed and pulled it up over her before exiting the room. 

Making his way back into the living room Chris began to straighten up a little. True.  It wasn’t his house, but if his sister came home and found it looking like it did now, all hell would break loose.  Besides, he had to do SOMETHING to pass the time. When he finished giving the house a quick straightening, he decided to make the most of his time alone and handle some business. 

Sitting down on the couch, he pulled out his cell phone and began to make his calls. His first order of business…making sure that Michelle didn’t go home until he wanted her to. 

After pressing a few buttons on the phone, he placed it to his ear. 

“Hey, I need you.” he started before the person on the other end had even said hello. 

“What’s up man?” the other man asked.

“You know that house that you were just at? Earlier?”  Not waiting for a response, he continued. “I need you to come pick up that chick's car.” 

“Michelle's?” the other man asked. 

“Does it fucking matter?” Chris asked, getting annoyed.  “You know your getting awful damn nosey lately TJ.” 

“Oh, no man. I didn’t mean anything by it. I was just wondering is all.” the young man stuttered out. “When do you want me to come get it?” 

“Now.” 

“Well I...” TJ began, but was quickly interrupted.

“Now!” Chris said more firmly “Whatever you have to do can wait.” he informed the young man. "Get someone to drive you up here and pick it up!"

“Alright man, no problem. I’ll be there in about fifteen okay?” 

“That's what I thought. The keys will be in the ignition so you can just take it when you get here."

“Okay…but…where do you want me to take it?”  TJ asked, hoping that he wasn’t already supposed to know the answer.

“God damn it…ummm....take it to my place I guess." Chris answered, almost forgetting that the car did need a destination. 

Just as he finished his sentence he heard a dull beep in his ear, letting him know that someone was calling on the other line. After quickly ending his conversation with TJ, he clicked over. 

“Hello?” 

“Hey man, its Jackson. We got some business to take care of tonight.” his friend informed him. 

“What do you mean ‘we’ got some business. I thought that YOU had that shit covered.” Chris asked annoyed. 

“Look man what do you want me to say? I talked to the guy earlier today, he says he deals with you directly or the deal is off.  Period.” Jackson retorted equally annoyed. “Maybe if you would have answered your fucking phone earlier you’d know this already!” 

Taking a deep breath Chris rubbed his hand over his entire face and exhaled loudly. 

“Okay. Look. Tell him that I can meet him, just not tonight.” 

“If we don’t meet him tonight Chris. There is no meeting." Jackson replied matter-of-factly. "Look man, I don’t know what you got going on, but whatever it is you seriously need to check it.” 

After a brief pause waiting for Chris to interrupt, Jackson continued. 

“We cant afford to fuck this up Chris. This is what we’ve been waiting for and this guy is not gonna wait for us. We play our cards right and the shit we’ve been doin in LA is gonna seem like child’s play. So you do whatever you gotta do to get your head back in this and I’ll see you at 12:30.”  Then without saying another word, Jackson hung up leaving Chris completely speechless on the other end. 

Leaning his head against the back of the couch, Chris closed his eyes and sighed deeply. The last thing he wanted to do was have Jackson find out about Michelle, but he couldn’t miss this meeting either. Having TJ watch her again was completely out of the question. The kid had spent less than 24 hours with her and now he was acting funny. 

“FUCK!”  he yelled, now completely frustrated. 

As he opened his eyes back up, Chris was almost startled out of his skin by the site of Michelle standing there wrapped in nothing but the cover from the bed. Staring up at her with a look of frustration, he shook his head slightly and groaned inwardly. What the hell was he going to do with her?

Chapter 119

As Michelle stood in front of him clutching the sheet to her tiny frame, a docile look spread across her face.  Studying her a little more, he realized she still looked high, but mostly just out of it. Like she didn’t know what to make of everything that had happened in the past 48 hours. Like she was just.....lost. 

"Looking for these?"  Chris asked as he leaned forward to pic up the clothes that he had neatly folded while he was cleaning.

Tucking a small piece of hair behind her ear, she nervously nodded her head 'yes'.

Reaching out slowly, she took the clothes from his hand and held them to her chest as if she held the holy grail in her hands. Standing there for a few more seconds, they continued to stare at each other in silence before she finally turned and headed back out of the living room. 

A few moments later she reemerged fully dressed with her hair pulled up in a ponytail. After walking back into the living room, she sat in a chair that was opposite from the couch and gave Chris a questioning look. 

Leaning back against the sofa so that he could drape his arms across the back, Chris returned Michelle's same questioning glare. Clearly Wade had trained her well…or at least well enough to know that there was no way in hell she was walking out that door without his permission. 

“Something on your mind?” he asked, as he tilting his head to the side as though he were terribly interested. 

Unable to maintain eye contact any longer, she looked down at her hands and shook her head ‘no’. 

“Awww come on, you can tell me.”  he said, the mischievous smirk on his face growing with every second that past. 

Still staring at her hands, she said nothing as the tears started to a slide down her cheeks. He made her feel like nothing, yet the funny thing was, she didn’t hate HIM…she hated HERSELF. 

“C’mon Michelle don’t cry. I was just fucking with you.” he said, honestly starting to feel a little bit bad for her now. 

“C’mon we gotta leave.” he said standing up. 

After a contemplative moment, she slowly stood up and joined Chris as he waited at the front door. 

Once they were outside, Michelle looked around and noticed that her car was now missing as they headed toward his. After scanning over the entire area as if the car could be hiding, she began to get worried. Where in the hell was it! 

Seeing the perplexed look on her face, Chris decided to answer the question he already knew was in her head. 

“Its at my place. Didn’t want you trying to steal away on me.” he stated nonchalantly. 

“Oh.” she said, relief evident in her voice. 

After unlocking the doors, Chris waited for her to get in all the way before he did so himself. When they were both settled in the car, he started the ignition and headed out on to the road.

With no conversation worth having, Michelle continued to stare out the windows at the city that was blanketed in darkness other than the bright lights from clubs and businesses brightening the sky. She hadn’t seen the sun in two days, not saying that she wanted to though either. In a matter of days she had almost completely lost any concept of time. It was almost nice living this way. No hours or minutes to remind her of the agony that she lived in. No nosey coworkers to pretend to be happy for. No lying lovers or abusive boyfriends. No secrets! 

With Chris, everything was out in the open. He didn’t hide the fact that he was an asshole. He didn’t pretend to lead a normal, cliché existence. He didn’t feign sympathy or regret for his actions. There were no apologize, no excuses, no pretence. He just was who he was. Sadly enough, if he was wasn’t making her life a living hell at the moment, Michelle honestly couldn’t say that Chris would really bother her. Hell, she may have even liked him. 

After what seemed like an eternity of riding in silence, Michelle finally gathered up the courage to ask Chris the one question that had been on her mind since they left the house. 

"Where are you taking me?" 

"Taking you?" Chris asked, slightly amused. "Why do you ask?" 

"I just thought you might be taking me home." she said softly. 

"Do you want me to take you home? I mean, if you do....I'll take you home right now." 

Caught completely by surprise, Michelle looked over at him and wondered if he was really serious. Was he actually going to just take her home? Just like that? 

"Really?!" she asked, a naive sense of hope filling her voice. 

Seeing her face light up, Chris once again felt bad for her. Clearly she gave him way too much credit if she thought for even a second that he was serious. 

Clearing his throat, he glanced over at her once again before turning his attention back to the road. What he thought would be perceived as a joke had come across way too seriously. It was an awkward situation to say the least and he wish he would have just kept his mouth shut. 

"I was joking." he said.

Feeling as if he had pulled the rug out from underneath her, Michelle fought back the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. She just couldn't understand how he could  play with her emotions like that.  It was just cruel in every sense of the word. 

"So, what am I susposed to do?  Continue to wear clothes that belong to eveyone but me?!"  she yelled, trying her best not to let him see how much his little game hurt her.

"Fine!  You want your clothes.  We'll go get your clothes!"  he snapped back, quickly switching lanes so that they could make a brief stop at her apartment before he met up with Jackson.

"Once we get there, you have ten minutes.  That's it!"

After what seemed like a matter of seconds, Chris pulled in to the parking lot of Michelle's apartment building and quickly turned off the ignition of his car.

"Let's go.  Time's ticking."

Unfastening her seatbealt, Michelle jumped out of the car and headed across the street to the main enterance with Chris following right behind her.

Watching her as she walked with her head still down and her arms wrapped tightly around her torso, he couldn’t help but comment. She was really starting to get to him with the way she carried herself. She always looked like she wanted to die! 

“You know, no matter how hard you try, you’re never gonna disappear.” 

“No, but I can try.” she said coldly as she headed up the stairs that led to her apartment. 

By the time Chris got to the top of the stairs, Michelle was already inside and headed up to her bedroom. Walking in, he took a quick inventory of his surroundings.  He hadn’t really bothered to look the first time he was there, but then again, it wasn't the best of circumstances either.

Studying the various paintings on the walls and the art that was scattered throughout, he realized that her apartment was actually pretty nice. I mean, it looked like a tsunami had hit it, but nice. 

Taking a seat on the couch he calmly waited for her to gather whatever it was that she felt she needed so that they could be on their way. After what seemed like an efficient amount of time, Chris glanced down at his watch. 

“Shit.” he said to himself, realizing it was already quarter to twelve. 

“Michelle c’mon we gotta go!” he yelled up the stairs.

After a few seconds without any response, Chris again called out to her.

"Michelle!?"

When she didn’t answer him this time, he headed up the stairs to look for her. As he approached her bedroom, he noticed that the frame of the door was splintered and that the hinges of the door had been broken loose. After carefully pushing it open, he saw Michelle sitting in front of her closet with a full black duffel bag next to her. She was just staring out at her bedroom with a completely blank expression on her face. 

Once he made his way in to the room and over to where she was, he noticed that she was holding a photo of her and Wade in her hands. She was holding on to it so tight that her knuckles had actually turned white. Quickly become bothered by the state she was in, Chris began to survey his surroundings and realized that her room was filled with reminders of her relationship with Wade and none of them were good.

As she sat there softly crying, Chris started to take in all in and discovered just how bad things had actually been between them.  Not that it was hard to decipher, at least for him anyway.  Hell, half the damage in her apartment he had caused at one time or another to a girlfriend's place, but from what HE saw of Michelle, handling her didn't require that kind of force. 

After softly clearing his throat to make his presence known, Michelle turned around and saw Chris standing a few feet away from her.

"Michelle.  Its time to go.” 

After looking up at him and then back to the gold frame she held in her hands, she gently placed it on the floor, grabbed her duffel bag and silently made her way back down the stairs and out the door with Chris following right behind her. 

After setting back out on the road, Michelle was once again completely silent. Clutching her duffel bag to her chest in the same possessive manner that she had her clothes earlier that day, she stared out the window hoping that she would somehow fade away in to the darkness.  Only casting an occassional glance over at her, Chris couldn't help but wonder what the hell she thought was so interesting about L.A at night. Especially on the side of town that they were now entering. 

Continuing to drive, Chris reached behind him into the back seat and began to fumble for something. Obviously, the action of him moving so suddenly was more than enough to frighten the living daylights out of Michelle, because the second he moved she flinched violently and jumped as far away from him as she could get in the small space. Had the window been open, Chris was sure that she would have thrown herself out of it. 

“Why so jumpy?” he asked, a playful smile on his face as he continued to search for whatever it was that he needed.

Michelle didn’t answer. Not that she had to. He knew exactly why she was so jumpy. Instead she focused her attention on her hands which sat in her lap trembling. 

“You really need to calm down Michelle. Your going to start freaking people out, jumpin around like you got the holy ghost in you all the damn time!” Chris said now laughing hysterically. 

This girl was a riot. Watching her as she sat there silently, Chris knew that he was gonna have to keep her around for a while. If for nothing else, the comic relief was reason enough. 

Finally finding what he was looking for, Chris pulled his hand back from the back seat with a shiny silver 9mm in it. Sitting the gun down on his lap he continued to drive. Seeing the firearm, Michelle’s eyes widened in complete horror and she sat completely paralyzed with fear. 

As she continued to stare at the object that she swore would soon end her life, Chris’ phone began to ring. Pulling it out of his pocket, he flipped it open and placed it to his ear. 

“Yeah?” 

“Hey! Where are you?” 

“Like five minutes away. He there yet?” 

“Nah man. I got here early to scope the place out…so far nothing.” 

“Well I guess that’s a good sign then. Means he’s not dumb enough to try to fuck us over.” Chris said with a laugh.

“No, it just means that if he’s gonna fuck us over, he’s smarter than we thought.” Jackson pointed out. 

“Well lets hope for his sake then that he’s neither dumber nor smarter than we think.” 

"Yeah, let's hope." 

“Alright man.  Well we’ll be there in a minute.” Chris said with a sigh. 

“We?” Jackson asked, already knowing that he wasn’t going to like the answer he was about to receive. 

Looking at Michelle as he continued to Jackson, Chris smiled. 

“Yeah I got a little excess baggage, but its nothing to worry about. I’ll be there in a minute.” Chris said, continuing to maintain eye contact with Michelle. 

Before Jackson could ask anymore questions, Chris ended their phone conversation without another word. 

“Are you going to kill me?” Michelle asked softly, the fear she felt evident in her voice. 

Trying his hardest not to lose control of his expensive sportscar, Chris let out the loudest laugh. Was she serious? Wiping the light tears away from his eyes from his boisterous laughter, Chris glanced over at her again.

“Michelle..you don’t ever have to worry about me killing you.” he said, continuing to laugh. “Because trust me…If I were going to kill you…you’d never see it coming.” he replied, his voice taking on a much more serious tone at the end of his comment. 

Looking over at him, it took everything she had in her to swallow the large lump that was now lodged in her throat. Once passing the bubble of fear from her throat to her stomach, Michelle returned her attention to the passing scenery. 

After a few more minutes of driving, Chris pulled his car to a halt in what seemed to be an industrial area. The lot that they were in was almost completely dark and surrounded by steel beams. Although Michelle was unfamiliar with the business in which Chris made his living, this looked like the perfect place to do anything that you didn’t want anyone to know about.

Pulling his keys from the ignition, Chris turned to Michelle. Before he could even speak, Michelle raised her left arm offering her wrist to him, while still keeping her eyes still glued to her lap. 

Letting out another loud laugh, Chris pushed her hand back down to her side. 

“I don’t really think your dumb enough to go running around this part of town after dark.” he said. “But since you’re so anxious to be cuffed to something , I'll see if I can't oblige you tonight after I take care of some business.” he said, winking at her.

Hearing the sound of approaching footsteps, Chris looked over his shoulder and saw Jackson walking toward him. Quickly turning back to Michelle, his face was now hard as stone. 

“All bullshit aside, you sit in this car until I come back. Don’t move, don’t speak, don’t even breathe heavily or I promise that I’ll make what I did to you before….seem like a day at Disneyland. Understand?” 

Silently Michelle nodded her head, still keeping her gaze in her lap. 

“Good.” he said before closing the door and walking toward Jackson. 

Once Chris was away from the car, Michelle released the breath that she was unaware that she was holding. Scooting around in the seat a bit, she adjusted herself so that she was more comfortable. As she leaned her head back on the head rest, she looked out the driver side window toward where the two men stood. 

Clearly they seemed to be arguing. Jackson was throwing his arms in the air and gesturing toward the car with a less than pleased expression on his face and although Michelle couldn’t see Chris’ face, his body language said he was being the arrogant prick that he was, making Jackson even more angry. 

Michelle watched as they continued to have their little spat, until a large SUV pulled into a vacant area of the lot. Both men seemed to change their demeanor fairly quickly as the luxury vehicle pulled in. 

Stepping out of the front, the driver of the SUV walked around to the back door and opened it up. To Michelle’s surprise, a woman stepped out. She was as tall as Chris in her stiletto heels and from what Michelle could see absolutely beautiful. A few seconds later, the woman was followed out by a man, probably about the same age as Chris and Jackson maybe a bit older. 

After both pairs of people approached each other, they got the pleasantries out of the way and it was clearly down to business. She just wished she could hear what they were saying. 

Chapter 120

As Wade continued to drive home, his focus shifted from the road ahead of him to the bottles clanking against one another on his passenger seat.  Momentarily glancing back and forth between the two, Wade finally made the decision to give in to the temptation and pull out a bottle of vodka.   After placing it between his thighs as he cleared a few items from his console.  Once he had enough space to accomodate the bottle, he twisted off the lid and brought it quickly to his mouth. After taking a few large gulps, he took a deep breath and felt the tension slowly start to fade. 

"You never let me down, do you?"  he said bringing the bottle up in to view. "You don't judge me.  You don't lecture or preach your saintly bullshit and you sure as hell don't sleep around on me like that deceitful little bitch!"

Then almost as if he was making a toast to the liquor itself, he rasied the bottle for a second and then brought it back to his mouth to take a few more gulps.  After tucking it back between his legs, Wade wiped his hand across his mouth and began to search through the various channels on his satellite radio.  As he continued to look for something that suited his 'mood', he heard a faint  ringing sound coming from his pocket.

Letting out an annoyed groan, Wade placed the bottle back in to the console and leaned to his left.  After few seconds of feeling around in his pocket, he finally found the annoying device and pulled it out.  He had a feeling he knew who it was, but he knew if he didn't answer it would continue to ring.  Turning the phone right side up, he squinted down at the number flashing across the caller id and let out a slight chuckle. 

"You just don't know when to quit, do you." he said, flipping the phone open and placing it to his ear.

"What do you want Chantal?"

"Where are you at?"

"In my truck.  Where are you?"  he replied matter-of-factly.

"You're not funny Wade.  I'm serious.  Where are you?"

"In...my... truck."  he said one again, this time singing the answer rather than speaking it.

Letting out a sigh of frustration, Chantal instantly grew quiet on the other end.  Clearly he was getting some sort of enjoyment out of his little game or he would have hung up the second she started her interrogation.  She just hoped that if she refused to play along with him that a stronger head would prevail and he would answer the question seriously. Unfortunately that wasn't the case and after a few more moments of silence, Wade began laughing.

"Is that all you wanted?  To know where I was?"

Still remaining silent, Chantal sat there and pondered her next move.  She knew that things were clearly not getting any better for her brother and now with the recent turn of events, she had to accept the fact that the 'worst case scenerio' was now not only a possibility but a very likely probability.

"Ok, if you don't have anything to say, I'm hanging up."

"What do you want me to say Wade!  I've said all I can possibly say to you!  You just don't listen!"  she began shouting in to the phone. "You do realize the path you're headed down, right?!  I mean, seriously Wade!  Do you really want to go through this again?!  Are you trying to kill yourself?!"

Letting out a slight laugh, Wade tucked the phone between his shoulder and ear and reached for the bottle of vodka. 

"Yeah, you figured me out!  I'm trying to kill myself. Are you happy?"  he said sarcastically, taking a large swig of vodka before resting it on his thigh. "I think I'm doing a pretty good job at it too, don't you think?"  he said, coughing slightly as the liquor coated the back of his throat.

After a few seconds of listening to the noise in the background, Chantal felt her stomach twist up in knots and prayed that her fears would not be confirmed.  She knew her brother had been doing some crazy things lately, but this?

"Wade......are you drinking?"

"Actually....yes.   Care to join me?  I have plenty, trust me!"

"Is this just more of you having fun at my expense or are you serious?"

"Am I serious about what?  Having you over for a drink?  Sure!  Come on over!"  he said taking a few more gulps before placing it back in its resting spot. "I should be home in about twenty minutes."

"You know what I mean!  Don't play your fuckin games with me Wade!  I'm serious!  Are you drinking?"

"No, you know what!  Don't play YOUR fuckin games with ME!  Where in the fuck do you get off thinking you can question anything I do?!  I mean really Chantal!  This is getting old!  WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!"

"Oh my god Wade!  I knew it!  You ARE drinking!"  she gasped.  "What are you doing?!"

"I'm getting drunk Chantal isn't it obvious?"  he said rather coldly.  "And when I get home I'm going to pick up where I left off and have me a little powder party, so leave me the fuck alone!"

Shaking her head with disgust, Chantal did some serious soul searching and then let out a heavy sigh.  Just thinking about what she had to do broke her heart, but at this point she serious didn't see any other option.  It was either this or watch her brother slowly kill himself.

Thinking back to the first time Wade got hooked on cocaine, Chantal recalled the hell their mother went through and all the blame she placed on herself when she found out.  It wasn't long after his recovery though that he had Chantal make him a promise.  A promise that if he ever fell back in to his old habits, that she would do whatever it took to help him get his life back on track without involving their mother....and she agreed.  After all, he wasn't the only one who didn't want to see her go through all that pain again. Except now she realized that it was a promise she couldn't keep. 

After taking a long deep breath, Chantal offered him a mental apology in her mind and put it all on the line.

"Does mom know what you've been doing Wade?  With Michelle, with the drinking............with the coke?"

Almost instantly after she said it, both lines grew eerily quiet. Chantal was almost shocked that she had actually got the nerve to say it, but that was nothing compared to the shock that Wade felt hearing her say it.  For a second he almost questioned if he had heard her right, but once the line grew silent on the other end he knew he heard her correctly. 

After a few more awkward moments of silence, Chantal heard Wade let out a heavy sigh and braced herself for what she knew what was coming her way.

"Is that a threat?"

"Call it what you want Wade, but if telling mom about what's been going on is the only way to get you to stop, then I'm willing to risk the consequences."

"Are you really sure about that?" Wade asked, the deep tone of his voice hitting home that he was being absolutely serious about the threat HE was issuing. 

Feeling tears build up in her eyes, Chantal lightly shook her head and tried to keep herself together.  She wanted to think that Wade was merely trying to use scare tactics to keep her from telling their mother, but given his recent outbursts and attacks on Michelle, she honestly couldn't say he wouldn't do whatever it took to keep her quiet.  That thought alone scared her more than she cared to admit and she felt her resolve slipping away.

"Well, are you willing to risk it?"  he said, almost challenging her to say yes.

"You know what, you win Wade!  You want to drink and drive...FINE!  You want to sit at home and run lines of 'candy' up your nose...FINE!    You do whatever you want to do, but as far as I'm concerned....you're dead to me. Don't call me, don't stop over, don't come anywhere near me. I'm done with you."

Before Wade could even get a chance to respond to her rant, he heard her hang up the other end and felt his blood begin to boil. Now completely furious that she took control of the conversation and that she got the last word in, Wade decided to vent his anger on his phone and repeatedly banged it off the dashboard of his truck.  After a few more good hits to make sure it was no longer functional, Wade lowered the passenger side window and launched it out the window. 

"Stupid bitch!"

After taking a few deep cleansing breaths, Wade grabbed the bottle of vodka once again from the console and took a large gulp, this time spilling some of it's contents down the front of his shirt as he removed it from his mouth.

"God damn it!"

Quickly setting the bottle back down, Wade began to wipe away the still visable drops of liquor from his shirt.  Not that it would matter much at this point.  It already had traces of blood on it from his scuffle with Justin and given the time that had elapsed since it happened, he knew that it wasn't likely to come out.

"This night just keeps getting better and better!"

Reaching across the passenger seat, Wade unlatched the glove box and began sorting through it's contents in an attempt to find something to clean his hand off with.  Unfortunately after a few seconds, he realized that he didn't have anything in there other than papers and hesitantly wiped his hand down the front of his jeans.

"Might as well complete the ensemble." he said, flipping his hand over to wipe the back.

Then just as he was getting ready to reach back over and close the glove box, the sound of someone's horn blaring brought him straight backup in his seat.

"SHIT!"

Realizing that he was halfway in to the lane of oncoming traffic, Wade swerved to avoid the car and quickly moved his vehicle back to it's proper position.

"Well, that could've been nasty."  he said, letting out a slight chuckle in an attempt to make light of the close call.

Grabbing the lid from the passenger seat, Wade began twisting the cap back on the vodka bottle when something caught his eye.  Letting out a heavy sigh, Wade checked his position once again on the road and then reached back across the seat to the glove box.  Shifting a few papers to the side, Wade freed the small photo from the mess and pulled it out.

Switching it to his other hand, Wade studied the photo that was taken of him and Michelle the night Millennium threw her a welcoming party.  The expression on her face was one of hope and happiness.  It was an expression he knew he had seen many times, but he honesly couldn't say when the last time was that he saw that look.

Fearing that his emotions were going to get the best of him if he didn't put it away, Wade leaned back across the seat and gently placed the photo back inside.  There wasn't anything he could do about their past now and deep down he knew that any future he would hope to have with her was a long shot.  It was just a hard pill to swallow. 

After closing the glove box, Wade sighed heavily and began to sit back up in his seat. Unfortunately, the second his eyes laid focus on the road ahead of him, a bright light filled the interior of his truck.  Almost instantly the painful reality of what was about to happen took hold and fear consumed every part of him.  The mere seconds until impact now seemed like minutes moving in slow motion.

Tightly squeezing his eyes shut, Wade tried to focus on the memories that were now flashing in front of him.  The time spent growing up in Australia with his family.  The sacrifices they made for him so that he could begin his career.  The countless achievements he had accomplished at such a young age.  The friends he made along the way.  All of rushing past him as if it was a movie on fast forward.  That was, all of it until he got to memories of his time spent with her. 

Seeing the sight of Michelle caused a sudden warm and peaceful feeling to wash over him.  It was as if she was there to see him through this.  To be there for him despite his horrible treatment of her.  She was there because she loved him and she knew that if there was ever a time he needed her, it was now.

The moment she faded away, time caught up with him and the sound of screeching brakes instantly filled the air.  There was nothing he could do to stop the inevitable and he knew it.  Seconds later, the force of the impact tossed his vehicle on to it's side, mangling the body of his Navigator until it finally came to a rest on it's roof. 

As the broken glass from his windshield shattered around him, the burning feeling he now felt coursing through his body proved to be more than he could physically handle and he screamed out in pain. 

"Hang on man.  Help is on the way." 

Forcing his gaze to the left, Wade saw the silouette of a man being illuminated by the streetlights above them running towards him.  Fighting desperately to free himself from the twisted wreckage, Wade prayed that god he would give him the strength to hold on until help came. 

As the guy crouched down to offer any assistance that he could, Wade spotted the older man and reached for him.

"God!  Someone get me out of here!  Please!"  Wade yelled, panic now setting in as the pungent smell of gas began to fill the interior of his truck.

"Just hold still man. Help is coming, I promise."  he said, giving Wade's hand a reassuring squeeze.  "What's your name?"

Trying his best not to scream out once again in pain, Wade gritted his teeth and managed to tell the guy his name.

"Wade."

"Ok Wade.  Just stay with me man.  We're going to get you out of here."

Feeling a shooting pain now run up from the leg that was pinned between the crushed metal, Wade once again let out a scream and felt everything around him begin to fade.  This was not how he was susposed to go.  He still had so many things he needed to do.

Seeing the glazed over look begin to fill Wade eyes, the older gentleman began frantically looking over his shoulder for any sign of the paramedics.  Clearly time was not on their side.

As he continued to survey the area, he felt Wade's grip on his hand beging to loosen and quickly turned back around.  Unfortunately, before he could offer any more words of hope and encouragement for him to hold on, Wade was already unconscious.