Everyone at one point or another must learn a very valuable lesson. This is not an easy lesson and sometimes we learn this lesson early. But sometimes it takes many years for this lesson to really take a hold on our lives. However, once this lesson is learned, it is never forgotten and we try to pass this lesson onto our children and grandchildren. There comes a time in our lives when we learn that we don't always get what we want.
Travis was learning this lesson as he stared at the menacing woman in the doorway. The woman with the scar on her left cheek. He did not want this woman here. But, as we know, we don't always get what we want in life.
"Adadora," the menacing woman in the doorway sneered, "we meet again."
Adadora, the auburn haired girl, couldn't help but grimace."Tessa, this meeting is as distressing as the last."
Tessa laughed. Travis thought it was a musical laugh. It was dark music. Music they played at funerals. Music that made you so depressed, you didn't want to live anymore.
The laugh vanished and her face turned cold. "Perhaps, it will be as deadly as well."
From behind Tessa came four men dressed all in black. The each carried a Katana. The blade glinted in the sunlight. Travis turned a pasty shade of white. The only weapon Adadora had was a knife. A simple basic black combat knife.
"Not today, Tessa."
Travis wasn't sure exactly what happened. But he was sure he was falling. He was vaguely aware that time had slowed down and he could see the shower of glass that fell with him. Their sharp edges also glinted in the sun and the picture of the katana came back to his mind. He had enough time to realize that his apartment was on the second floor before the street below him broke his fall...and the chair he was tied to.
He was only on the ground for seconds but those seconds felt like hours to him. At first his body was numb and he couldn't feel the pain. But that didn't take long. He watched, as if from a distance, the figure of Adadora leaping from the second story window. He stared in amazement as she landed on her feet and let herself roll into the impact before she lept back onto her feet.
To further his shock and amazement, she scooped him up and threw him over her shoulder and carried him like a sac of potatoes. And she began to run.
Travis had no idea where he was being taken. But he did know that at that moment, he didn't have much choice. He was going wherever she was taking him. And for the second time that day, Travis realized you don't always get what you want in life...
Author's Note: Where oh where will Travis go?? Where oh where will he be?? And thank you Joe for allowing me to use the name Adadora :-)
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