Page 15 of Torn
"No, all of a sudden I realize I want to have more of a life than hiding in an apartment. Just because you're in the FBI does not mean you have a right to track my every movement, Pat. I'll throw the phone out before I live under your microscope." My phone buzzes and I glance down at it. I see a message from Storm, but I'll answer him later.
"Don't do that. I love you Na—" he pauses we both know what he was about to call me. "I love you. You're my sister, and we are the only family each other have. I just don't want something to happen, and I lose you. I couldn't handle that."
“Nothing is going to happen to me. I’m smart and careful. I have people watching out for me too.” My thoughts drift to Storm, to how safe he makes me feel. The problem is that he doesn’t know the trouble I might bring with me.
“People like who?” Pat’s eyebrow raises and I know I’ve screwed up.
“Sara, who else?” I try to keep my voice steady. I’ve never been able to lie to my brother especially now that he became an agent.
“You’re lying to me again. What is going on with you?” The interrogator in him is going into overdrive.
"I think I might be seeing someone," I say it so quietly that I'm not even sure he heard me.
"You think that's a good idea? What if you need to move? What if you need to disappear again?" he's frantic, and people start to glance over at us.
"It's been four years, and I've been fine. I can't live my life lonely forever." I shrug.
"You have me; we have each other."
"Yes, but that's different. You're my brother, and I love you. That doesn't mean I don't want to experience a different kind of love too." I think back to how I feel when I'm around Storm. How in no time at all just the thought of him gives me butterflies and gets me excited for when I'll see him again.
"No one will ever be good enough for you; you're amazing sis. You're the strongest person I've ever known." He looks at me, and I'm hoping he can accept that I'm not that terrified fourteen-year-old girl anymore.
Love you brother, but at some point, I have to grow up." I look down at my watch. "I need to get home. I have work in the morning, and I really need to be prepared and focused." The last two days Ms. Henley has been getting irritated with me.
"Okay, I'll go home with you and say hi to Sara." He stands up, and we walk out to our cars.
When I get home I’m going to give Storm a call, I know I left at a weird time, he probably thinks I’m crazy.
I park my car and wait for Pat when we walk around the car I freeze in my tracks. Storm is standing outside of my building.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
He starts to walk toward me, and I know this is going to be bad.
"Hey Angel," he reaches out to pull me to him, but pat pushes me behind you.
"Get the fuck away from my sister." Storm has a good six inches on my brother, but Pat has never backed down from anyone.
Jesus Christ.
“I don’t know what the fuck your problem is but gets the fuck off my girl.” Storm’s eyes meet mine at the same time Pat turns to me.
"Are you kidding me? This is the relationship you were talking about? Do you even know anything about him? About the damn gang, he's in?" Pat is screaming, and I jump at his tone.
"What your goddamn mouth and let her go." Storm's hands are clenched by his sides, and I can almost feel the anger radiating off of him.
"I know your type, and I know plenty about that thing you call a club. Don't fuck with me and stay the hell away from my sister." Storm takes a step toward us and before I know what is happening Pat pulls out his gun. "Get the fuck back asshole."
Oh, my God.
This has gone way too far.
"I got one of those too, but I'll bet your life I'm a better fucking shot." Storm's bites back at my brother.
I break free from his grasp and move in-between them. “Enough! Pat put your damn gun away! This is crazy.”
