serendipity | - hostage sequel • completed ✓

t w e n t y

t h e  s c i e n t i s t

12:00 AM.

I sit and drink my tea at this lone overnight cafe inside of the Hilton.

I had nowhere to go so I decided to crash at the hotel Finn and Bayley are at.

When Bayley opened the door and saw the state I was in, she immediately brought me inside where I sobbed in her arms.

'Oh Bayley, how could he do this to me!?"

'He promised he'd never drink again!'

'It's his baby! I know it is, I've been with no one else!"

'What if he never lets me explain, what if he doesn't want the baby!?'

She and Finn listened to my whole rant with sharp ears, hanging on to every word.

Though he considers Seth as family, Finn nearly drove back to my house so he could beat his drunken ass to a bloody pulp.

A part of me could've let him...

Though the rational side of Sasha forced him to stay with me so I could vent some more.

After I cried myself out I told them I needed time to think.

Of course fear emerged from both of them at the thought of letting me wander the streets of Boston alone during this time of night.

Especially when I'm like this.

Even I don't trust me.

So we all agreed on letting me sit here alone to enjoy a safe cup of tea at my pity party.

Elevator music croons over the speakers.

It's soothing to feel something else besides sobs being swallowed down my throat.

I want to run, run home to Seth.

I can't though.

I'm hurt, I'm stressed.

I have a child to care for now, supposedly.

I take another sip of tea and sigh as the warmth spreads in my stomach.

"Is this seat taken?" A voice asks.

"No no go ahea-"

My eyes may be swollen from tears but I know who is standing in front of me.

Anger blooms, familiar anger.

It blooms from the depths of me that were pushed away.

"You know what, I'll be leaving now." I whisper.

"Sasha wait, please. I just wanna talk."

Oh hell no.

I've had enough emotional trauma for one day.

This asshole is one of the reasons my life is an absolute fuck up.

I look at the figure in front of me and shake my head,

"Why the hell do you think I'd ever talk to you again?"

They purse their lips,

"I know you're mad. I can explain everything though, please."

As much as I want to walk away, I know their eyes well.

As I look in to them I see the sincerity swimming through.

"You have five minutes Becky, don't fuck it up."

She sighs gratefully and we both sit back down.