WHO: Paige, Darren, Everly, Sterling, Liam and OTA (any combination) WHAT: Paige's ex showing up WHERE: The Cove Apartments / Tap That WHEN: Tuesday, August 16th, 2022, afternoon WHY: It's time for a confrontation WARNINGS: R - for violence, swearing, domestic abuse
He knew where she was now. Knew where she had been hiding. His woman. His wife. His property. She probably thought the divorce was her out. That the judge stamping those papers set her free. Silly girl. Didn't she know him better than that? She had to know, that Darren Randall wasn't about to give up, just because she had. They were married till death do they part. And neither were dead. Not yet.
He'd been watching her for weeks. Hanging out with her little friends. Going back and forth to work, at that rinky-dink bar. Like she needed that stupid job. He made more than enough to support her. She didn't need money. Why? So she could go out with the girls? Whore it up at the club and fuck some random guys? No way. She had him. That's all the friends and all the dick she needed. She just needed to get it through her thick head where she belonged. But he was going to remind her. The game was over. He'd let her have her fun long enough and now it was time to come home. And he was bringing her back, no matter what.
He watched her come out of the building with one of the friends constantly stuck to her side now. A tiny brunette or three guys she seemed to be riding with these days, always there. But it was the men he was angry about. The scruffy, blonde with Texas accident, the really tall dude with dark hair and the beard, and the guy with the tats and military hair cut. The first three would always go into the bar with her. He had a feeling they worked there. The third would drop her off with a quick peck to the cheek and then watch her go inside. Darren wasn't sure which of the men were fucking his wife,but it stopped tonight.
He followed several car lengths behind, careful to go unnoticed. He'd perfected his technique in the last few weeks. Noone ever saw him, but he certainly saw them. He was like a shadow, a whisper, a ghost. That was about to change. When the car he was tailing pulled up in front of the tavern, and he watched her door open, legs swinging out, Darren was out of his own vehicle in a second. Standing at the side of the car, gripping her door, so she couldn't close it, before Paige's big brown eyes could even register the shock of seeing him.
"Alright Paige, fun's over. Say goodbye to your little friend, get your shit, and let's go," He said in a commanding voice, shoulder's wide, and jaw clenched as he towered over his ex-wife.
Paige could only recoil, tugging frantically on the door that wouldn't budge. Attempting to burrow herself further back into the seat, as he looked up at him with wide, fearful eyes, perfectly round and doe like, she cowered, "Darren, what are you doing here? Go away. I'm not going anywhere with you," She said fumbling with her phone, unsure who to call, 911 or inside to the bar. Her friends and co-workers would get there quicker than the police. But she didn't want to drag the into this.
Darren only angled his head to side, and studied, the young woman's pale, pretty face, "You always look so beautiful, when you're scared... Like a little deer, trembling in fear. It's precious," He sneered, before repeating, "Let's go."