Gary's POV
Greg wonders off into the living room, leaving me behind feeling incredibly confused and slightly angry. Storming into the room after him, my heart rate increases. "How...How did you find me?"
"You're not very good at keeping yourself safe, are you?" He smirks, tossing something against my chest. Glancing down, my eyes fix onto the medium sized leather square which now sits in front of my feet.
"M...My wallet, but h-"
"Remember? You passed out, you were wasted so I took you back to the hotel room." Slumping down onto the sofa, as if its his own, there's that evil glare in his eyes again.
"So you decided to take my wallet? You had no right!" Grabbing hold of my wallet, frantically I search through each one of the departments, making sure everything is still in the right order.
"I haven't taken anything."
"Good." Partly I growl stuffing the wallet out of sight into my back pocket. "I think its best if you leave, Mark's round tomorrow and I don't want anything to go wro-"
"Mark?" His eyes lighten by the name. "That toss pot who cheated on you?"
"Don't...Just don't."
Removing his self from the sofa again, Greg now stands in front of me, just inches away from my face. "...The guy who has a child by another woman...?"
"Stop it..." Merely I whisper, as my body very lightly begins to shake.
"He doesn't love you. Look at you. Look at him." Turning his head, he glances over at the fire place which contains small frames and on the left hand side proudly sits Mark's certificate from rehab. "Classy... that's exactly what your guests want to see. A washed up junkie who can't keep it in his pan-"
"I'm warning you!" Loudly I yell, swinging my fist backwards, before it gets chance to make contact with the figure a hand clenches around my wrist, pinning it against my back. "Oooft." Forcefully I'm pushed against the nearest wall.
"You're warning me?!" Pressing his forehead against my temple, suddenly there's a mixture of emotions running through my body. A mixture of anger and fear.
After a few minutes of squirming and not getting anywhere, I give up. He's too strong for me to fight. "What...what do you want from me?"
"I'm going to make your life a living hell, sunshine." He smirks against my neck, which brings a sickness into the pit of my stomach by his contact.
"I...I...I haven't done anything?"
Shaking his head, he grips my arm tighten, if I move now there's a possibility that he will break it. "You stitched me up, Barlow. Remember that?" Thinking back to my time in Ibiza, it slowly starts to flood back into my mind. "...You blabbed to my wife about me being a dealer all because I didn't want to supply you with any. After all them sob stories you gave me about the lovely Mark, you cost me my family. I'm never going to see my little boy again all because of your big fucking mouth." Slamming the side of my head against the wall, finally he releases my arm, leaving me now curled up in the corner.
"But...but I..." Its very rear that I get scared, but right now I'm terrified. Rubbing my slightly aching arm, I glance up at the male who paces the living room. "...I didn't...know...I was drunk... I wouldn't of taken the drugs if you gave them me, I was just upset over Mark's email..."
"So you ruin a man's life?!" He bellows across the room, almost bursting my ear drums. "...Just because your happy life has ended doesn't mean you should drag everyone else down with you! You didn't even stick around for the show. You missed the lot. A shame you didn't see what my wife had to say about it all. Maybe she would of congratulated you for showing her the light?! But no, you scurried off and ended up laying on the beach. When I found you lying there, I felt like drowning you when I had the chance, I was tempted...believe me." If I'm not already scared, I'm absolutely petrified now. I could of been killed and I might of not of known what was going on due to the amount of booze I guzzled down my throat that night. Never again would I of set foot back in this house, this country, and never would I of seen my family, Mark or our unborn daughter. Tears burn in my eyes, but for now I use the remaining strength I have to pull off being a man. "...I decided to take you back to your room...and planned using your details when to visit you. And...well...here I am."
Gritting my teeth together, I try to piece back the memory of Ibiza back into my mind, but for now it stays a misty blur. "So... you want revenge right? Well...come on then...beat me to a pulp! That's what I deserve, isn't it?" I press. A few cuts and bruises shouldn't be too bad, but then again I've got to present an award show next week...that will be hard to disguise. Edging closer, he gives me a quick eye up before stepping away again.
"No. That would get you off lightly... I've got things in mind, but they're for me to know...-"
"And me to find out." I scoff at the typical phrase.
"What time is Mark here in the morning?" He glares at me, whilst searching around the living room for something.
"Not until mid afternoon. That's when I want you gone. Mark doesn't need this, he doesn't need any of it."
Rolling his eyes, he bends down to me in the corner. "In that case...we better get some shut eye, but before I do...I'm going to need your phone."
"M...My phone?"
"Do you really think I'm going to trust you? No, there's no escaping I'm afraid. Now hand it over..."
Swallowing hard, I release my hand from my arm where it instantly jumps to my pocket containing my mobile. "...A...And if I don't...?"
Moving his hand to the back of him, he pulls something hand size out from his jeans back pocket. A rectangular black metal object comes into my view. Hitting the small button at the side of the object, suddenly a blade shoots out which almost comes into contact with my throat. Backing away swiftly as soon as my eyes set onto the blade, I come to a stand still as the wall hits against my back. "Phone." Bluntly he commands. Without giving it a seconds thought, my hand dives into my pocket immediately handing over my mobile, as if I'm under a spell. "Good boy." Patting the top of my head, he stumbles back to his feet, placing the small knife out of sight once again. Once the fear dies down inside of me, that's when it hits me. The story Greg told me in Ibiza about him being an ex army solider. I guess that explains the type of Swiss army weapon he's carrying and of course his commanding attitude. "...I'm taking the keys with me as well. We better get some kip before lover boy gets here tomorrow. Don't bother crawling into bed with me tonight, I don't swing that way." He gives me a wicked smile before disappearing into the hallway. Holding my head in my hands, shakily I breathe. This can't be real, Its almost like I'm a prisoner in my own house. I need to get away. I need Mark.
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Mark's POV
There's a strange feeling in the air as I begin my journey to our house. The feeling which has become quite frequent now a days. Getting back on track with Gary still makes me speechless... I've been so lost and hurt without him. Hopefully we can put the past in the past and see how bright our future will be. The typical sound of crunching gravel underneath the car wheels sounds as I pull up onto the drive way. Lightly I smile at the half drawn curtains in the living room. If Gary hasn't missed me I'm pretty sure the house has, my touch is needed and fast. Jumping out of the dark green Land Rover, neatly I perch my trilby onto my head, before smartening myself up. As soon as Gary opens that front door, I know I'm going to get a lecture about what I'm wearing. "Mark, why are you dressed as if you're about to wine and dine? We're going to be pratting around painting all day and you'll only ruin your gear!" Silently I laugh to myself thinking about what exactly Gary will say about how I've presented myself today. Not wanting to think about it for too long, softly I knock against the glass on the front door. There's no movement from the other side, which is unfamiliar.
"Gaz?" I call after a minute of waiting. Maybe he's in the shower? I question myself, but then again he did tell me to come at this time...even if I am ten minutes late. "Gary? Its me."
After a further five minutes, a muffled voice speaks. "Y...Yeah...one sec." Sharply he clears his throat whilst fiddling with the keys. Before I even get chance to blink, the door swings open and there stands Gary in the exact same clothes on which I saw him in yesterday.
"Were you that excited about seeing me you couldn't sleep?" Poking fun at the serious looking man who is holding tightly to the door, instantly I regret it just seconds later. "...Oh...sorry."
"H...huh?" Forcing out a smile, the sun rays shine onto his face, showing his pale looking skin and tired looking eyes, causing worry to sound in my voice.
"Oh...gosh, Gaz. Are you OK?" Placing a supportive hand onto his shoulder, swiftly he backs away by my touch and fear shows in his eyes. "...Gary?"
Gary's POV
Keeping the door wedged in between me and Mark, Greg hides behind it whilst he keeps a close eye on me. "...S...Sorry...You've caught me...at...at a bad time." I stutter out, as I feel the coldness of the blade stroke against my back.
"Bad time?" Mark frowns. "...But you told me this time? Is it because I'm late?"
Greg presses the blade more on its edge, but not pressing it into my flesh. "Get rid..." Very faintly he whispers.
"N...no...no course not." Standing here with shaky legs its hard to hold it together, but I have no choice. Not only is my life in danger, but Mark's is also. "...Something has come up... I'm sorry Mark."
Crossing his arms across his chest, looking slightly annoyed, he steps closer so his feet sit on the door step. "...I can wait then. We can at least talk about it...can't put my visit to waste can we? Besides...I'm gagging for a coffee and a natter."
What I wouldn't give to just escape from all of this. Why couldn't he just seek his revenge last night instead of going to such drastic measures. "I...I'm...sorry...but...but I want you..." Inhaling an inaudible deep breath, briefly I close my eyes as the words slip from my lips as a whisper. "...To leave."
Hurt shows on Mark's face, hurt which I've once again created. "...I...I thought...I thought we were back on track now?" Holding back his tears, his voice sounds rough and shaky.
"W...We are...I just can't see you right now."
"Give me one good reason why not?!" Unexpectedly he shouts at me, making my nerves shoot through the roof. Greg sniggers as quietly as he can.
"I...I...I can't..."
Shaking his head, angrily he smirks at me. "You're pathetic. You just wanted to stick the knife in one last time, eh?" If only he knew how true sounding that actually is. "...You've blew it. Well and truly blew it!" A tear drips from his right eye, before he runs a hand across his cheek.
"M...Mark...I'm...so-"
"Forget it. Just...Just don't bother." Tears burn in his eyes as he spins around and walks back over to his parked car.
"Mark wa-"
"Don't you dare." Greg pulls me backwards, before slamming the front door. Behind the closed door the sound of Mark's car engine starts. Dropping to my knees in the hallway still with my hand gripped to the door handle, Greg sprints into the living room. The car screeches off the driveway by Mark's careless driving. The back of my head makes contact with the nearest wall whilst I pull my knees up to my chest. "So...that's him is it? Got a good look of him. Nothing to look at, skinny wimp."
Trying to get a steady breathing pattern back my heart continues to race in my chest. "...If anything happens to him. You're going to regret it."
"Bit late for that." Walking back into the hallway, Greg now stands in front of me, placing the knife back into his shirt pocket. "...I've already got my revenge plotted."
"...W...What...?" Spitting out the words, sleepily I look up at the man who is grinning down at me.
Nodding his head, he barks out a laugh. "...I'm going to kill him."
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