Movin' From The Mainland (Hawaii Five-o Fanfic)

Chapter Twenty-Three

"Have you rode in the same car with him driving yet?! Because I'm pretty confident his driving is a huge turn-off. I would just jump if I were you." Danny remarks.

"Yes. Yes, I have. You must be the annoying, overbearing, self-absorbed partner?" I respond, rolling my eyes.

Steve's mentioned he had this partner that's always telling him how he should live his life, that he should take therapy and all this stuff. He always complains  From what I have been experiencing over the last ten minutes, this blonde guy that goes by Danny is that overbearing partner.

"Oh good, so he's already gotten into your head already?" He asks, gesturing with his hand. 

Gotten into my head? Not a chance.

I twirl the ends of my hair with my finger, staring out the window. Danny is riding shotgun, and I don't even know why. I thought it was just going to be Steve and I getting some dinner. 

"May I ask why I'm having dinner with the both of you? I mean, I am rather flattered that you'd like to have dinner with me as well, Daniel.  But I'm not interested." I remarked. 

"You know what, she's just like you!" Danny declared. 

I can't help but roll my eyes. That's ridiculous. 

"You know what Danny, shut your mouth. I'm sick of the constant "she's just like you", "you have a death wish", "you're a control freak", all of it! And, you have no right to speak to a lady like that. Is that how you talked to Rachel?" Steve responds. 

I look up at Danny, and he's got steam coming out of his ears. This isn't going to be good. 

"Can you, for once, just not point out how I failed my marriage with Rachel? Just one time? I get it, the divorce was all my fault. I don't need to hear it ten times a day okay?" Danny replied. 

They bicker. They pick at each other. Judge one another. Yet, they still love each other by some miracle. 

"So, back to this whole eating dinner thing. Why exactly am I being accompanied by two men, and where are we going to eat because I'm actually starving." I ask, once more. 

My stomach growls as I mention dinner. I wrap my arms around my stomach, in attempt to muffle the sound. 

"Danny wants us to taste his Italian cooking, because apparently, our restaurant is going to serve Italian dishes. I didn't even get a say in what dishes we should serve. I don't think Italian is a great decision because of the location, but what do I know. Right, Danny?" Steve pokes at Daniel. 

"You know what, I'm running the kitchen. And I decided that Italian would be a great idea because there is no Italian dishes within a few blocks! You've never, ever been associated with a restaurant of any kind!" Danny spits, throwing his hands in the air. 

I chuckle as they continue to bicker. Man, this could be a soap opera. 

"You're the one that decided to buy a restaurant and include me! Did you forget about that detail?" Steve hollers, speeding through a stop-light. 

"You guys just need to kiss and makeup already!" I shriek, begging for the awkward yelling to cease. 

"Kiss? You want me to kiss the man who's been humiliating me for years?" Danny provokes, with a questionable look. 

I slam my palm into my forehead. How stubborn. How ridiculous. 

"Fine. You guys are going to feed me whatever the hell you're making for this restaurant. You will leave me to eat by myself. I will not listen to you to argue and bicker as I try to enjoy a meal. You will be serving me a delicious white wine. And I will be served dessert." I order, while waving my finger towards the both of them. 

"You hear that, Steve? She doesn't even want to enjoy a meal with you!" Danny exclaims to Steve. 

My body flies forward, but thankfully the seat belt pulls me in before I can smash into anything. 

"You know what, Danny? Just stay out of it! She obviously enjoys dinners with me, as it's not our first. She just doesn't like you, which, I can't exactly blame the girl." Steve spits. 

I can't take this. The yelling. The bickering. It reminds me of the time I was almost engaged to Trevelyn. The only thing this fight doesn't have between Danny and Steve are fists and blood.

I yank the door handle and launch myself out of the car. I have no idea where we are, but I'll manage. The pavement is lined with houses, basically built on top of each other. I take a few steps to get onto the sidewalk and start my journey to who knows where.

"Hey, where are you going? We haven't even served you a meal!" Danny shouts behind me. 

The only thing you've "served" me are the tasteless memories of almost getting killed by Trevelyn. 

"You are nothing but a selfish bitch!" Trevelyn screams, his spit covering my face.

"Oh, it's selfish of me to try and follow my dreams?!" I scream back, shoving him away from me. 

I feel his hand entangle in my hair, yanking me back towards him. 

"You think you can just shove me? You think you can just do whatever the hell you want? I don't care about your dreams!" He lifts his hand to my face, his fingers tightening around my hair to hold me still. My face burns like a forest wildfire as his hands makes contact. 

My cheeks become damp. I don't remember what I saw in this man. All I know, is that I have to get out of here before he kills me. Before I become just a lifeless body. 

"Hey, Sophia, where are you going?" Steve jogs to up to me, snapping me out of my head.

"I can't handle all of the yelling and fighting. I just can't do it, and I didn't follow my dreams and move to Hawai'i to be in the middle of yelling and screaming. I've been through enough of that in my life." I shout back at him. 

"Wait, wait, Sophia!" Steve shouts. 

I look over my shoulder to see his body coming straight ahead. I've never seen somebody move that fast before. He's so fast. He holds himself high. 

I turn back around and run straight ahead, not letting him catch up to me. 

"Oh, so that's how you want to play?" Steve exclaims, and picks up his pace.