Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Hazel Eyes ❯ Dean's Deal & Tessa's Confession ( Chapter 13 )

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Hazel Eyes

Chapter Thirteen

Dean's deal & Tessa's confession

Introducing

(Gage Myer)

Arriving through those wooden tacky painted doors for the first time of kindergarten hadn't seemed as bad as the thought of being here six hours a day, five days a week. Being of only age five there was no telling what may be predicted, all there was were high hopes, and sheer determination to achieve and be the best you can be. Friends also were an option, being popular was never an issue, fun and games were all that mattered.

You know the thing that's astounding to me is that being young and making all the necessary mistakes in order to learn and grow, you still never know where life's going to take you. Within a single moment, a single obligation or maybe even a sheer twist of fate, your whole perception on life, and your whole world even, can be altered for better or for worse. Its funny, I believe that even adults, your hero's, or the bravest most intelligent, experienced person still faces these mistakes in life.

However, these people are only of the wisest if learnt from their mistakes.

Kindergarten was a wonderful challenging year for most of us. Most of the time we were more concerned about going home, playtime or just recess where we can stuff our face then puke all over the class room table, like I've seen one girl do, except her vomit was of the chicken noodle soup variety she had probably indulged the night before. But even still there were the good times of kindergarten and most of those times you would find within the bond of a close friendship.

You would naturally assume that friendships during primary school would never last, let alone follow through to your high school years. But my one did, if it hadn't been for my kindergarten teacher, Miss Ratray, to ask me to show my best friend of eleven years around the school I don't think I would have met her or have ever been introduced for that matter.

In my opinion my journey in life would have been very different and less fun if I hadn't met my best friend. We share everything, every detail about our lives we know of each other already and our families get along and have things you wouldn't expect in common. It's like so easy for us to be compatible, though however it wasn't all honey and roses throughout our friendship and with every kind of relationships had its bad moments where it was rather a phase, misunderstanding, Skye's ego, differences, other people, and even growing apart stages. Though it wasn't easy I still to this day would not have changed a thing because if it weren't for those bad times we would not have become as close as we are to this day.

Meeting my best friend Skye for the first time occurred during term one of Kindergarten. It started with Skye wiping the tears from her face while thinking of another plan to cling to her mother's leg. As Miss Ratray gently took Skye away from her mother, standing at the front of the class room she asked who wanted to show Skye around the school. Eagerly anticipated by this new person I enthusiastically strained my hand up until the teacher called for my name.

“Rebecca”

My name was chosen so I got out of my seat and all I remember was Miss Ratray telling Skye to go with me so I can show her around the school. Seeing this rather distraught looking child my age having a complete panic attack for not being with her mother in one way made me want to take her mind of it and cheer her up and then again it made me want to laugh and feel good about myself since I wasn't that much of a baby.

And that was it, it all began there, eleven years later aged seventeen, and even still there were no telling of what the future beholds. All we've got is our dreams and each other…

SSS

“Becky, wait up!”

I turned around, my chocolate brown Billabong bag slung over my shoulder in an odd manner. I had been walking around aimlessly for a while now, after that phone call from Skye a few days ago; I had actually started to think maybe Detective Chile was onto something. The bastard was giving up on the case and it shook my best friend's family up pretty bad. My dull frown seemed to widen as I seen the short brunette running and panting heavily to catch up with me.

“Hey, Jane”

Jane Proctor had been another one of my best friends since sixth grade. Skye and she weren't so close, but Jane was still pretty upset about her disappearance and seeing as everyone thought Skye had run away, she was the only person apart from me and Skye's family that didn't believe she had taken off.

“Want to come down the coast with me and mum for a couple of days, it's a camping trip or something and Russ is finally letting me bring a friend. You don't have to if you want to stay and see what happens with… you know”

Russ was Jane's step-dad, he could be a real asshole sometimes and it seemed this meant a lot to the girl to get the chance to bring a friend for once to her families camping trip. I really didn't want to leave in case something else did come up with Skye, but going on this camping trip might take my mind off of things. I nodded and we both went back to my place to ask my parents and to get my shit packed and ready.

“So, anything from Skye yet?” she asked, lifting up one of my top's to check out the cute pattern.

I shook my head and packed my camping bag, trying to fit as much crap as I could inside “Not since they closed the case on Friday”

The damn bag managed to close and all I got from Jane was “Oh”

I don't think either of us really knew what to say, so we said what everyone else was saying when they heard about `that girl's disappearance'.

“Oh”

I don't think anyone really expects something like this being kidnapped to happen, after my time with Dean, Colt, Spencer and the rest of the guys I never really got to know, I feel almost like it was meant to happen this way. Weird, isn't it? It's like I came and just mixed everyone up, screwed with their fates some how. I know its crazy to think I screwed with the fabric of time and destiny, but if it were destined for me to fall into the hands of Dean Collister and his lead of futuristic bandits, then I'm not one to complain with the hand fate deal's me in the weeks to follow my departure from Dean's mansion in the mist.

Hurt, that's all I felt. It wasn't a shock, it was that familiar hurt and it kind of reminded me of home in some weird and twisted sense. That song, Unwell, was really all I remembered before I blacked out. Voices and strange faces flashed through my head again and again, first Dean's hazel eyes and then Spencer's childish grin. I didn't know if this was some sort of mental breakdown, if for some reason my mind had just given up on me, but I liked the feeling a lot.

“Getting attached, eh Dean?”

`Who was that?'

“Attached? To this brat?” he snorted “The sooner she's fucked off over to Gage Myer's, the sooner my household can get back to normal”

“Sounds to me like you're the one fucked, Dino”

`Was that…Tessa talking?'

“Tessa, shut up” the voice said bluntly.

It was Tessa and Dean talking. Were they talking about me? I am so confused…

“Why did you have to use the peroxide on her? That shit hurts your head when you're out of it for a while…”

“Amen to that, I tired explaining it to him when we first got her, but do you think Dino listened? No sir, not shit head up there”

Dino, did he mean as in Dino the dinosaur? Dean must love that name.

That was definably Spencer talking; I guessed they were talking about that horrible smelling stuff that Dean had used on me when we were on my bed.

Dean and I were on my bed, having a moment, holy shit. That's right, now I remember, he was acting as if he were an actual human being with feelings and everything… instead of the asshole he normally was.

Colt Myer, that had been the last thing I had heard when I blanked out, but was that the Colt I knew? What was happening to me?

“That stuff can really mess with her head if your not careful” Spencer sounded close, like right next to me, close.

“Would you all get off my fucking back already?” Someone (most probably Dean) exploded.

My eyes were open; I could feel them opening and the blurred outlines of shadows. What was wrong with me? Why couldn't I see properly? Why couldn't I move my body…?

“I think she's waking up”

“Relax Spencer, she's sedated, so she can't kick and scream and beat the shit out of you”

“I think she'd go after Dean before me, Tessie”

As vision started to come back to me, I noticed we were in a moving car, not a van like last time; it felt like a four-wheel drive of some sort. Leather interior was what I was laying on, my head resting on someone's lap, most probably Spencer's seeing as he sounded the closest to me and I could just catch a glimpse of Tessa leaning over the top of the front passenger side seat trying to hit Spencer. I still couldn't move, I couldn't even talk and all I could do was blink slowly and close my eyes until I fell back asleep. That was better said then done though, because trying to fall back asleep was like trying to melt paper, completely not happening.

The three hour ride was unusually silent from that point, Tessa fell asleep and Spencer had fun playing with my hair and doing it up in funny styles for amusement. It felt like I was back in school when the girls behind me would play with my hair, that's why I made no indication to Spencer that I was awake; not that I could or anything.

The car abruptly came to a stop, my whole body jerking off the seat and onto the floor. By this time I could partially move my limbs, but everything hurt and my voice was not really working at this time. Spencer gently helped me back up, narrowing his eyes at the driver --- which I knew was Dean.

“What the fuck?”

“We're here” he shrugged, as if he didn't just cause my some internal damage.

Tessa groaned and opened her door, coming around the back and opening and Spencer's side door. She leaned in and tapped my cheek a couple of times.

“Come on Skye, you should be fine by now”

This was not the Tessa I knew, this stranger in front of me looked stern and cold. Was this just a game? Something God cooked up for amusement?

I moaned and slapped Tessa's hand away, glaring at her as I painfully struggled to sit up straight.

“Well, aren't you just a big old ball of sunshine's” she mumbled under her breath, making her way towards Dean.

Dean chuckled, walking over to me and pulling me roughly from the seat.

“Dean, she's not a rag doll” Spencer chastised. I was starting to actually consider his sexuality.

Ignoring Spencer's words, he pulled me to my feet by my forearm and slinked his arm around my waist, keeping me steady.

“Just when I thought you liked me” I sneered sarcastically, reluctantly leaning against him.

He snorted and looked towards the large building we had stopped at. It was a modern Victorian style home, white wooden with a veranda all the way around the building. It wasn't as large as Dean's home, but it looked a lot more welcoming.

“Why are we here?” the question wasn't directed at anyone in particular, but Tessa chose to answer when neither Spencer nor Dean did.

“Business”

I shoved against Dean when I felt the tingling numbness in my leg's had gone away, he on the other hand, had other idea's. This idea included pulling me tighter against him and trying to put his arms under the back of my knee's in order to pick me up. No Sir, that was most definably not happening thank you very much. I yelped and shoved harder against his chest, which led him to stumble and fall over, which led me to also stumble with him and fall into the dry dirt, Dean's heavy body on top of me.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” he growled, holding me down by both my wrists.

“Me?” I laughed half heartily “What the hell is wrong with you, you bi-polar freak!”

I was seriously losing all focus of calm, ready to claw his face out if necessary. His eyes were hard, his face millimeters from my own, his warm breath hitting me directly between my eyes. Looking at his face I finally noticed the pure determination behind his hazel eyes; as if I were standing in the way of something he wanted to attain most.

“Are you done throwing a tantrum now?” It sounded neither like a question or a mean comment, his voice was low and strained, like he just didn't want to put up with this anymore. I knew this because I felt the same way.

“Yes” I whispered, finally giving into his whims.

I glared at him, my eyes hard. He brought me closer and did something that shocked the hell out of me. He crashed his lips down onto mine, a very rough kiss that made my lips hurt just like the rest of my body. When he pulled away, he pulled me into his embrace, crushing my face against his chest.

That had happened back at the airport in Sydney. I didn't know why I chose to remember that little detail, maybe because that had been the first time Dean had truly shocked me with his spontaneous antics, though he didn't seem like the spontaneous type. Tessa and Spencer were simply staring at Dean and I, we hadn't yet gotten up, not like I could anyway with his weight and it must have looked very awkward.

“Cant I get up now…” I turned my head to the side, not wanting to look at him anymore. Feeling him shift and get up off of my body, I shuddered and thanked God for whatever he did to make Dean simply leave me alone and just not… touch me anymore.

It was Tessa who came to my aid, gently helping me up. I narrowed my hazel eyes at her, silently asking `who are you really, Tessa?'

“Are you okay? Dean's a fat ass, all those doughnuts and no real meals” she tried to joke.

I didn't worry about dusting myself off, dirt stained my back and some of my white shirt. I still had on some of Claudia's pajamas, so at least I was comfortable --- sort of.

“I didn't know you were…” I looked towards Dean's retreating figure as he stalked towards the house “Like him”

Tessa simply gave me this look that reminded me she was still my friend. At least, I hoped she was my friend.

“Can I even still call you my friend? Were we even friends to begin with? And what about that stunt with Dean's office, you knew and you never even told me!”

She sighed and shoved her hands into her pant pockets, I noticed a little silver gun attached to the side of her leg and shuddered. So she was like them after all. Spencer I really didn't have a problem with, he never lied to me and he never tried to deceive me. Is that what Tessa was trying to do? Deceive me and try to gain my friendship so I'd be more cooperative?

“We are friends; in fact, you're probably the only girl I really ever talked to apart from Claudia on the odd occasion. That plan with Dean's office, Claudia threatened to tell you and I couldn't afford that, not with Alec Harson and Dean having this gigantic dispute”

Would I ever get to meet this notorious Alec Harson? I folded my arms and furrowed my brow's “Tell me what?”

She let out a large exasperated sigh “That I'm supposed watch you and make sure you don't try anything to jeopardize our job. I was supposed to kill you the second you tried something, but when you did that whole phone plan, Colt and I were supposed to shoot you while you were out cold”

I was shocked, completely and utterly shocked.

“Why didn't you kill me?”

“Our saying goes, the team is like family, if anything should jeopardize that families way of life, then that problem will be fixed; permanently”

It suddenly clicked “And I was that problem, Alec Harson was after me and that put you all in danger, I called Rebecca up for help and that could land you all in jail. I'm the problem”

She nodded and her eyes were downcast “I didn't want to, I swear, I never like doing things like that. Dean made orders, but just before I pulled the trigger, Dean called the whole thing off”

I laughed bitterly “Because if he loses me, he loses his cash and reputation”

This was unbelievable; my life was turned upside down for some cash and a good name for Dean Collister. My life was almost lost because some fuckwit wanted to run a crime organized business and I was getting in the way of that.

I couldn't take this anymore “Fucking bastard!” I kicked up the dirt, screamed and shouted so that I knew Dean could hear me. “So, what Tessa, this is the place where I'm supposed to be sent to? Am I some sort of trophy now, is this where my owner lives!?”

Tessa sighed for the umpteenth time and shook her head “I am simply doing my job Skye and just because some little girl has her life turned around because we need to get what we want, then so be it. I thank you for helping against that raid back at the house, but I don't owe you anything more then that”

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Was Alice in on this to? Was that whole fucking house in on the big joke! I shook my head and stepped back; Tessa pulled out her gun and aimed it at me.

“Take two more steps and I shoot you”

I stepped back, running into Spencer as I did so “What are you doing, Tessa?” he asked, holding me in place by my forearms. He had probably heard the whole confrontation.

“Its time we get serious Spencer, we take her to Gage Myer and we split. Just like Dean planned” she shifted her gaze to the large estate and then back to me “He's probably up there now negotiating payments”

Dean heard yelling from outside, but ignored it. If Tessa wanted to share her double identity with the world, he wasn't going to stop her. Dean stood rather awkwardly in Gage Myer's office, both hands in his black jean's (his favorite pair) and a half amused smile on his face. He couldn't exactly say he was happy to get rid of the brat, though he had denied it to Tessa and Spencer, he had become some what attached as they would call it. It had been a little over a month since she had come into his home and she had been one of his job's that had stayed the longest.

Two weeks. With the going rate of a kidnapping --- whether it is for family matter's or simply a ransom, two weeks was the maximum Dean would let a hostage stay in his home for legal reasons. He couldn't exactly turn around to the police, if it so happened they were caught and say “Gee, we were only holding him or her until the people who paid us came and got them”

Some how, he didn't think that would work so well.

“Dean Collister?”

Dean turned around, facing a particularly old man. His hair wasn't grey, but a rich dark raven color and big almond shaped brown eyes. Gage Myer and Dean's grandfather went way back, back to when Dean's grandfather first got into the crime business under Gage Myer's order. After a few years on the job, Gage decided he wanted to run a training facility for young people who wished to get into the crime business and so, Dean's grandfather was left to pick up where Mr. Myer left off.

“Hello Mr. Myer” it was a formal hello to the man Dean could have called his own father.

“Well, you're now taller then me, Dean. I shouldn't be surprised, your father and grandfather were the same way”

Dean winced, he didn't mind hearing about his grandfather, considering he didn't know the old man, but just hearing about his father made him a little uncomfortable.

“Payments, Gage?”

Gage nodded curtly, not really caring who this man looked like to begin with. He walked casually over to his drawer, opening the varnished compartment and pulling out a slim cheque. Dean looked on in obvious skepticism, just because this man may have been like a father figure, didn't mean Gage Myer got off so well on simple charity.

“Fifteen thousand, just like we agreed” Gage's smile was a little to big for Dean's liking; he grabbed the piece of paper and made his way for the door. “But, before you leave Dean, may I ask a question?”

Dean stopped, indicating he would listen, but whether he would answer or not, Mr. Myer would have to find out on his own. Taking this chance, the old man stepped from behind his desk and grabbed his cane.

“What is your connection to this girl?”

“Why do you want this girl?”

Gage chuckled “Answering a question with a question, it's a better turn out then I expected” he slammed his cane onto the ground once in amusement “Very well, this Skye Glenn could be an asset to my growing industry, not only would I be growing a name again, but I will also take back something that was stolen from me a long time ago”

Finding this answer a little odd, Dean turned around, ready to answer Gage's first question “I wish to disconnect myself from this girl Mr. Myer, take her and do what you want” and with that final sentence, Dean opened the door and left.

After Dean's departure, Gage Myer's smirked, crow's feet lining his cold brown eyes “Your grandfather stole my empire, Dean, now that you have handed to me what is your's, maybe you will see things my way a little differently”

Dean Collister was handing over his little half-sister and soon, his whole organization would once again be under Gage Myer's complete control.

Dean didn't at all look impressed when he made his way from the large house, he scowled at Tessa and she simply shrugged in reply “You told me to do what I had to in order for full cooperation, you could say this is all your fault, Dino” she said flippantly. I could tell she was a little hesitant to let Spencer man-handle me, but it wasn't as though she could hold me back through all my thrashing, so the last resort was to threaten to blow my brains out.

Well, this brings back fantastic memories.

I struggled against Spencer, who in turn looked towards Dean with an equally annoyed scowl on his face. Dean took me from Spencer and dragged me towards the house, his grasp on my arm sure to leave a bruise. I was really putting up a struggle, much to Dean's intense dissatisfaction and he had no choice but to forcefully pull me up the veranda steps, which was actually very painful for my shins.

“Bloody hell” he hissed as I blatantly refused to enter the house “Don't make me beat you black and blue girl”

“Just try it” I growled.

The anger that flashed through his hazel eyes made me think twice about my not-so-smart dare, but before he could so much as get me any closer, the front white oak door swung open, revealing an older man with dark hair and a wooden cane. He smiled; making at least a dozen crow's feet at the edges of his eyes appear.

“Skye Glenn, I presume?” his voice was hypnotizing, as if trying to lure me in.

I gulped, absent mindedly leaning against Dean and simply stared at the old man's hunched figure. Why did I suddenly have the feeling that I was in more trouble then I had ever been in my whole entire life?

SSS

Colt twisted his mouth as he lay on top of a deep blue colored duvet, fiddling with a blue pointed pen. It was nice to be home, if anyone could call this mad man's house his home. Being apart of Dean's team was fun for a while, but that scene got old fast, petty theft from bank's, kidnapping for money or ransom, it was all old and Colt was personally sick of all this small shit.

Turning over on his queen sized bed; Colt looked in the direction of his window as he heard loud yelling coming from the front of his father's estate. Getting up off of the comfortable mattress, he pulled his curtain back from the window and looked on in amusement at the sight he saw and heard.

That girl, Skye, was completely losing it in his own front yard. Where was his video camera when he needed it? He watched as Dean harshly made her stay in place, feeling a slight pull at his arm, something, for some reason, was telling him to go out there and stop Dean the Dinosaur from forcefully holding the girl back, the exact same feeling he had when he stood up for her back at Dean's mansion.

Feelings, emotions, they were a waist of brain space, in his opinion emotions only got you in trouble, God knew he was in deep shit when Dean had smacked him around for interfering with his business. Moving towards his door, Colt fixed himself up quickly, the soon he got this out of the way, the sooner training could begin and this whole situation could ease up a bit.

Final Words

Colt: “This could be fun”