Thread: The Evil behind the Mirror ( Shadowrun/Horror, Pazzo x DarkAngel76)

The night air had been filled with bite, crisp and cool as Tara was dragged along the pavement by the wrist and then finally pulled into the Cheesecake Sisters establishment. It was a place Leo liked to go to on his nights off from his job and this night was no exception. The moment the door open, she felt the rush of thick, warm air against her skin, her eyes meeting the faces of those already situated inside the establishment. Swallowing hard, Tara felt her nervousness rise a notchsomething that always happened whenever there was a crowd. She reached up to run her fingers through platinum strands, blue eyes scanning the room, taking in everything. Just then, the door opened. Another walked in and she bit down on her lip. Leo didn't seem to notice or care. He just wanted his coffee. He let go of her wrist and she absently began to run her fingers over where he'd been holding on, the marks visible from where he'd been gripping. Wincing, she turned to go find a seat. Immediately, Leo whipped his head around and gave her a glare, once that caused her recoil ever so slightly. Sorry, Tara mumbled softly. Just wanted to find us a seat. Leo nodded just then, his dark eyes flashing as he turned to place their order. Tara licked at her lips, her cool, blue eyes casually glancing over the new arrival whose eyes were concealed by his mirrored glasses. A shiver ran down her spine, but she smiled all the same and slowly made her way past him trying to find a place to sit. Here's your fucking tea, came a voice. Leo. Tara jumped. She squeaked softly, her hands coming up to cover her mouth and stifle the sound that had suddenly rolled off her lips. Her cheeks tinged a pale shade of pinkdark in contrast to the color of her skin. Y-you s-scared me. Cut that shit out. It's fucking annoying, Leo stated as he raked a large hand through his dark hair. He shoved a cup of tea at Tara. Thanks, Tara spoke shyly, her eyes looking up at Leo. They always seem to have no problems making your damned tea. But when it comes to my coffee? I have to wait forever. Why the fuck is that? Tara blinked while take a sip. I-I... I don't know, she answered. It wasn't a question meant to be answered, Tara. Jesus Christ, you're a dumb fucking bitch. Leo shook his head, a hand coming up to grip her forearm. A good fuck though, he added as a sly grin crept along his lips. Tara winced, bringing her tea back up to her lips so that she could take another sip. She could feel the tears welling in her eyes as Leo spoke and oh how she wished she could just run away. As she looked up at him...that smug look and cocky grin...she found herself hating him, wishing he was dead, that she could somehow get away. Get away. She'd been managing that--metaphorically-speakingthanks to her friend, Marty, for the past few weeks. The girl always looked out for her and she was grateful for that. BTL Chipsnext best way to escape everything when you have no other way to escape anything at all. Or, that was how it felt. Oh, what did it matter. They fucking worked! Just then, Leo heard his name called. His coffee was ready. Giving Tara a look, he let go of her arm and went to get his coffee. Upon his return, he took a sip and frowned. Tastes like shit. Then why get it? Tara asked. You really are an idiot, aren't you, Leo stated. Tara furrowed her eyebrows, a hand moving to twist some strands of blonde that had fallen over her shoulder. She felt confused and knew that Leo was itching for a fight. If only they weren't in public. If only there weren't where they were. She tugged on her black leather jacket, pulling it tight about her slim body, her knees beginning to wobble as the fear began to course through her. Not now, Leo. Not here. What? Don't want me to call you out in front of everyone? Leo asked without hesitation. His voice wasn't overly loud, but he made no indications that he was going to lower it any time soon either. Please... Tara pleaded. Leo pulled Tara close, a hand toying with the hem of her white skirt. I don't think so. It was always the same and Tara knew it. Leo would never change and she was a fool to think otherwise. Why hadn't she listened to her father's warnings? Now the man wanted nothing to do with her. Two years of not speaking to her and no hope of ever regaining contact... It was just too much. Tears pricked Tara's eyes and Leo's grip was strong, hard, determined. She gasped as panic washed over her, her blue eyes frantic as she scanned the place, terrified of making a scene. And terrified that she might never get away from Leo one day.