Thread: A Nightmare's end //AD+WG101\\

Mandatory. One week. Vacation. Alone. God, they had turned the tables so fast on her that it felt like a carpet had been pulled out from beneath her feet and suddenly she was on her back paralyzed. No one had said it outright, but they all thought that she either was, or was going, crazy, and on seldom occasion they ha tried to beat around the bush with it and use polite, sideways terms. But she knew for a fact she wasn't crazy, regardless of what they thought, and going on some trip by herself when the world around her was fast falling out of control was something the terrified her far more than any other member of the Eagles could possibly have even begun to understand, not even the man that had somehow found his way into the depths of her heart and implanted himself there. Twelve years into the past, when the twenty-two year old woman had been only eight, she and her father had gotten caught off guard and cornered in an alleyway after going out for late-night ice cream cones, and had had no choice but to witness as her father was beaten and murdered in cold blood by two members of a rival gang. It had crippled the Eagles as a whole, her father having been one of the most respected, loved, and adored members. But what made everything harder was the fact that police just couldn't find enough evidence to hunt in a specific direction. Eight years later, when she was sixteen and hurrying home after a late-night studying session at the local library the week before her mid-terms, she had gotten snatched back into that same alleyway, and the attacker revealed that he had been one of the men that participated in her father's murder before viciously and repeatedly raping and beating her. He'd left her there once the early morning hours arrived and the sun had started to peak over the horizon, and from there it had taken her a good hour or so to draw up the strength to drag herself out onto the public sidewalk, where a convenient passerby immediately called for the police and a rescue. And now, six years later, just some months ago, she had been convinced that the ghost of her past had shown back up for a third round, only no one else seemed to have bought it. A long, defeated huff left her lips as Jai leaned her head against the window of the cab door, ocean blue hues idly watching the scenery pass by as she was unwillingly driven out of the city and towards the bay area that she far from desired to go to. Her thoughts roamed over her annoyance, her discomfort, her fear, anger, and utter feeling of defeated betrayal, and in between every one, she thought of Audrien, and how incredibly cruel it was that if they were going to force her off on some vacation that was supposedly going to help her take her mind off of things and relax, that they wouldn't have sent the man that held her heart along too. Her attention was pulled from her thoughts though, the moment that the cab driver spoke, and she sat up slightly in the uncomfortable seat. God, she missed her Lamborghini already. Money really isn't a problem. She muttered in response, though to no real affect, as the driver had already shifted course. And yes... I do mind. But whatever. Your cab, your rules. Her tone had been clipped, curt, and clearly uninterested. She wanted to pull her phone out and begin a slew of rants to Audrien, but he had insisted that she pack it in her suitcase and only take it out once she had gotten to the hotel, his, and the Eagles' way of making sure she didn't try to pull any fast ones. She practically snorted when the cab driver asked about where she was going, her eyes rolling as she leaned her back and glared at the ceiling. More like a prison sentence. She mumbled with a huff. Nice places are filled with loud music, jeering spectators, and an impossible line of thirsty customers.