"" Where the hell are we? " Dylan yelled as he tugged on his cuffs harder, the chains didn't break they just pulled more blood to his already busted wrists, " Get me out of here?!, Do you know who my dad is? "

He yells his voice echoed a prove that there was nothing but silence all around them, the hollowed shape walls of the room plain with no furnitures around and barely no lights

"Do you ever give up, or rather shut the fuck up, you've been doing that since you woke up I kinda wish you stayed sedated or worse dead" A voice hissed from the dark it was a girls voice, she sounded pretty frustrated a little raspy too like she had be thirsty for a while.

Myra sat in silence as she watched the boy who was now Turing red not like she could see all she hear was his ragged breathing as e clutched his fist harder, "He's right you know you should just shut up I mean I'm sure they don't give a damn about who you are" Another voice was heard from the shadows. This was from Myra closing her eyes she had a flash back.

Myra rivers slammed her head on her desk, wincing at the impact, closing her eyes as a groan escaped her lips involuntarily at the migraine forming, taking a deep breath the migraine was a sign she has been working for hours non stop, nonetheless the work was still piling up she groaned rubbing her temples with her index finger.

She inhaled looking over the pile of paperwork , The melancholy tunes playing in the background, from her old mp3 speaker, matched the pitiful mood she was in at the sight of the amount of work she had left.

This was not the life she pictured for herself.

If life was according to plan, which being the bitch she always is, she wasn't, Myra was supposed to be a 22-year-old multimillionaire, A boss in her own line who no dares to cross. Her plans to own, manage and direct an automobile company for racing cars and an underground Drug cartel, snapping of of the plans she used to have, thinking to her self she whispered "Again life can be a stuck up bitch sometimes"

Books do lie, Quotes are a scam, fairy-tales are what they are just tales and reality is disappointing.

After her parents death in a ghastly accident on her 12th year old birthday. She thought to herself she couldn't remember the last time she had a real smell on our face She wasn't even allowed tomorrow parents death before she was thrown into the foster care system,

Foster Care wasn't all cherries and daisies for her, struggling to keep up with the bullies, She would want in a while lash out and hurt them pretty badly soon she turned the tides and became the bully.

She has always been a strange child, She at always struggled with a temper and dark thoughts that as always clouded her head she was a pretty gothic kid, at 16, pretty much no one wanted anything to do with her found a home, she was never adopted, but she found a friend, they left the foster care system a year before they 17.

Turning to illegal way to pay bills, after the death of her best friend she gave up on that kind of life to work behind the walls of an office and put her 2.5 GPA education to use and killing off what ever tags she had to the life of crime..

"I really want to blow someone's brains out" She muttered to her self picking up her cellphone, it was way past her closing time, looking at the time it was already 11:24Pm.

"Shit" She whispered a string of curses, getting of her seat, she picked up her coat, packing up her laptop into her desk she grabbed her phone, getting out of her office she looked the door behind her, she glanced over the receptionist.

"Great they left without me once again" Not like she was bothered no one really cared enough to wait these days life isn't a fairy tale when everyone at works loves each other.

In this part of New Orleans, it's hard to get a taxi anything past 10PM, You'll have to work for about 30 minutes for an Uber to even get this far, her place is to far to attempt to walk back home and great she threw her hand up with an tired sigh, a storm was forming.

Getting to the silent street, the dimly lit streetlight shiny across the tarred floors, the sky was strikingly beautiful, it was a full moon so it was exceptionally dark out, a small smile creeps on her face as the storm brings back memories, taking a walk towards she took a turn at an alley leading to a more busier street as the felt the rain wet her thrift store cheap office jacket.

She walked through the dark alley head high with her hand touching the tip of her taser just to make sure she had a weapon, and her switch blade was in her pocket, desperate times calls for desperate measures.

Walking for what seemed like hours but was only about 30 minutes the rain started to pour heavily,

"Great now I have a runny out mascara and probably going to catch a cold , her foot hits the rocky path ways making small slashes as she walked in the heavy rain clutching her purse to her self to avoid they from getting wet,

There was no sight of a taxi her eyes were starting to feel heavy it was already 12:01,

"Today chose to mess me up pretty bad" Hearing a car pull up beside her the glass was slightly down, watching as it went all the way down, she stopped walking to face the car her hands on instinct grabbed her switch blade.

" Do you need a ride?" Keaton said, His voice was grumpy, she stared into space as he waited a bit impatiently for her answer, he had to win a mental war with him self contemplating either to drive off and help her the angel of his side won.

Myra looked at the stranger and thought to her self, well I could die tonight if he was a kidnapper or be saved if he was just someone who got off work really late And it is feeling generos enough to offer her a ride.

Watching her clouded eyes, she was contemplating her decisions, Keaton watched her make a slight shrug, "I'm dead already so fuck it" Myra murmured to her self, circling around, she picked out her switch blade, it was well disguised as an hair brush,

"Thank you for the ride, but I'm going to wet your car you know that right?" Keaton was not going to lie her bluntness was amusing, Myra was pretty much used to being blunt but she hated the shivers that escaped her lips,

"Well I know that, I'm just helping, where to?" Keaton shrugs he could feel her eyes on his body as he started driving,

Myra finally got a good look at the man in the car behind the wheels she took a glance at the back seat with was thankfully empty, he was tall really tall probably a 7 foot 3, he had think hair with a shade of brown falling off on his chin hiding his eyes behind them.

He was built his, not just tall and skinny but tall and built she could tell even through the suit that looked expensive,he had a hint of accent but it was too washed out to detect.

Myra snapped out of her dazed as the stranger cleared his throat, "Sorry Just drop me off at a place I can get a taxi I'll find my way the rest of the journey" Myra relaxed into the seat, "Here " He said again handing her a jacket she looked up at him trying to force a smile but ended up with a small thank you and a nod

Keaton watched as she was comfortable taking off her clothes,

"Rough workday too?" Myra asked taking off her cold jacket exposing her white shirt which clinged onto her body for dear life, a wrong day to wear a red lingerie, it was clearly visible under her top.

Keaton cleared his throat tearing his eyes off her body as he replied her questions

"Yeah" he forced out with car out more as a grunt as he thought back to how his day started.

Keaton got off his bed hitting his alarm clock smashing into the floor in frustration as it wouldn't stop it's continuous and nagging beeping, "I need a new freaking clock" looking into the empty tangled sheets on the bed the girl he had in his bed last night. already left.

Yawning as he walked into his king sized all with wall bathroom, he started the shower running leaving it for while as he took out a toothbrush striping out of his remains of clothes from a night with a girl he couldn't remember her name not even if he tried.

He wasn't always like this, he used to have dreams and hoped like every normal teenager, her used to be happy smile more and he had love in his heart, he believed in love and first sight and had hope for humanity but that all changed.

His wife Stella .... Died with a bullet that was meant for him in heart in his arms on the night of their one year marriage anniversary, she died with his child in her stomach, that was the end of the happiness he had in him, his hop died the night she took her last breath.

It's been two years and he has never fully recovered from the loss, he still sees here hears her voice and bares the guilt of her death, Running his hand through his hair he thought of getting a new color or shaving it off completely.

He finished with he business in the bathroom preparing for a day of signing of contract and watching his secretary trying to get into his bed but she fails everytime because he never mix work with pleasure.

"Send in Mr Romero please Sasha and cover up some of your cleavage there are to indecent for a work environment" Keaton didn't miss the pout on her face at he retort,. But he was too sleep deprived for all that.

"Good day, Mr Romero" He said as the 50 year old man walked into his office with signs of stress and a bead of sweat form a line across his forehead, he was practically shivering.

"300,000$ that's how much you have embezzled from my company" Keaton composure remained calm as he talked without a tone, no emotions. " I mean I expected more but then, not really, well you are fired for one"

" Sir please... "

Keaton cleared his throat adjusting his tie, " Mr Romero please respect yourself and do not interrupt me while I speak" The power and authority dripping from every word making you want to shit your pants for crossing him

" I won't be pressing charges, you are old I do not forgive you but I would expect that one of your son's strat working with me tomorrow, he would be placed under closed supervision and until he is done paying up all your debt to the last penny, he will work without pay"

Keaton leaning back picking up a Rubik's cube on his table, "He starts tomorrow by 8am, the only reason you are not in prison right now is because my wife use to love and respect you and I chose to honor her even in her death now get out of my office before I love temper"

Mr Romero had seat patched all over his clothes as he walked out of the office of the rumored devil.

The day went in slowly and less frustrating that it was when it began he had lunch, soon enough it was late and all his workers clocked out leaving him alone in his building, Sighing he went back to work, picking up his phone the time was long gone.

"Well I need to call it a day" Keaton grimace it was already 10:30 and he had to drive all the way to new Orleans for a meeting, he wasn't a big fan of airplanes infact he hated then, he only endures the pain of being on one if it is really necessary.

Clocking out of work the cleaners and a few night workers bid him good night, he was listening only half the time pulling out a cigarette and his light, Keaton looked up the storm was brewing in the sky the night was extremely dark.

"Well it's going you rain a lot tonight" He took a puff of his cigarettes feeling the burn exhaling the fumes, walking down to the garage, with his briefcase in his had he tighten his suit feeling the looseness of the tie around his neck.

"Good night Mr Parker" He bid the last security guard at the gate as he drove down out of his building to the busy streets, the ride was silent he prefers to ride in silence, the music brings back memories.

Her smiles as she danced around in his car

Taking the last puff of his cigarette he crushed it, throwing it into the streets,

Driving for two hours the storm was pouring heavily and it was thick and dark ahead, looking ahead he was on a less busy street trying to locate an hotel to pass the night it was a shitty area he heard,

He noticed a red head walking with her purse clutched to her wet body in the pouring rain, she wasn't dodging the rain she just allowed the water wash her clean,

Keaton contemplated offering a ride the angel in his head won that round as he let the really hot red head into his car, she was practically shivering so he shrugged off his jacket handing it over to her.

"Yeah rough day"

He answered her lingering question as they drove into the thick darkness the pouring rain reduced to a drizzles they drove in a comfortable silence,

She learnt his name was Keaton,

Keaton was mute although the journey after they exchanged names, Myra her name was odd really beautiful too, Looking Down towards her as she played with the Rubix cube he has on his on his dashboard.

She had a pair of ocean eyes, with a blue ombre effects that lie just about her dazzling full blown out wavy red hair, she was curvy and in shape from the look of her physique in her wet office wear.

Myra kept looking at the sides mirror a car has being trailing then for the past 10 minutes with no headlights on, "I'm not the only one who see the car am I" Myra voice wasn't anything higher than a whisper as the question was directed to her self more than the boy who sat besides her.

Looking towards the rear mirror he noticed,

"Yeah you are right, I'll take a turn to make sure" Keaton felt a pit of worry, not sure why but the last time he felt this way someone die, tearing his eyes off Myra who was staring to get really suspicious.

He took a next turn and just has they suspected the car made the next turn too following then , " Uhmm Keaton is that a car coming straight for us" He didn't get enough head off as he swerved off the road.

A crash.

A fall.

Keaton holding her hands.

And darkness.

Smiling face?...

That was all Myra remembers as the woke up tied down with a bunch of presumed idiots who have Ron nothing but either yell, cry or scream.