Back in Time, Chapter 6
by ejcrane
TC raised the glass to his mouth, but began choking on the substance he’d
been drinking once he saw her…HER!
“Hey man, are you okay?” the bartender chuckled, “Everyone has that same
reaction to her…she’s beautiful, isn’t she?” he asked as he wiped a glass
with his white towel.
“Ee…ev…Eve?” TC finally got out.
“Hey, you know her? She’s a very nice innocent young girl…well, she was
before she got involved with that…”
“Can I have another!” another customer asked as he raised his shot class.
TC totally ignored the bartender. He couldn’t think of anything else but
what he was seeing right before him. Eve was singing?! In a jazz club?!
What the hell?!
She hated singing; she always disapproved of it with the girls.
Was this a dream? If it was, when was he going to wake up? When was this
nightmare going to end?
Looking towards the stage again, TC realized that Eve was finished singing
and was walking over towards the bar. If he just talked to her, she’d know
him…she’d be happy to see him. Yeah, yeah, that’s just what he was going
to do.
“Eve!” TC jumped in front of her.
She pulled back.
“Y-y-yes? Do I know you?” She looked at him with confusion written all
over her face.
“Eve, it’s me…” he pointed to himself.
“I’m sorry, nothing’s coming to me, now if you’ll excuse me, my boyfriend
is waiting for me…”
“BOYFRIEND?!” he hissed.
She walked around him and into the arms of Julian Crane!
TC’s blood began to BOIL! He rushed over to the couple and yanked on Eve’s
arm.
“GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF HER!” he threatened Julian.
“What are you doing?” she cried out as she jerked her arm out of TC’s grasp.
Eve then hugged Julian to her and clung to him, for this strange man frightened
her. No one had ever done that to her before…well, there was that time that
Julian manhandled her, when they met for the first time. But, he was just
so sexy and the way he spoke to her…so beautifully; Eve fell for him from
the beginning…
She snapped back to reality while her eyes stared into this other man’s
eyes.
“Crane, let go of my wife, damnit!” TC shouted.
“LOOK! I don’t know how you know my name, but it’s clear that you’ve had
way too much to drink. Why don’t you go home and sleep this off…” Julian
chuckled.
TC stepped up…
“Why don’t I take care of this another way?” he raised a brow, “Julian,
get you hands off of my wife!”
Julian then looked to Eve.
“I’ve never seen him before in my life, Julian, I promise…”
“Your wife? Mister, I don’t know who you’re trying to fool, but Eve clearly
does not know you, nor, does she want to go with you! So, I suggest you
leave us be!” Julian turned away from TC and walked Eve over to their table,
but he stopped and turned, “Besides, you’re old enough to be her father…damn
pervert…”
That last remark was what pushed TC over the edge, for he was about to
pounce on Julian, but Julian’s men got there in time and dragged an enraged
TC out of the night club.
“Darling, are you alright?”
“Yes,” she whispered, “He just frightened me, that’s all.”
“Don’t you worry, I won’t ever let anyone hurt my little Songbird,” he
pulled her close to him and kissed her deeply.
Eve pulled back and smiled up at Julian.
“I love you, you know that?”
“No, no, darling, I love you…come on, let’s get out of here,” he nodded
towards the door.
“Yes,” she licked her lips, “Let’s…” she grinned at him as he took her
by the arm and led her out.
Julian escorted Eve into his limo and the two were off…and TC was right
behind them in a cab.
“What the hell is going on here? Both Eve and Julian apparently are in
their twenties, but,” he shook his head, “…and they’re involved?!” he spoke
to himself aloud.
The cab driver looked through the rearview mirror at TC and rolled his
eyes. He was always getting some crazy a** crack heads on his routes.
“What are you looking at?!” TC shouted.
He then looked forward and saw how the limo pulled up to the ritziest hotel
in Boston.
“Here! Here, I’ll stop here!” TC shouted again.
“That’ll be nine-fifty…”
“Here,” TC pulled out a twenty, “Keep the change…”
“Wait, wait, wait, wait…what the golly are you trying to pull? Where did
you get this?!” he shoved the twenty back to TC, “This ain’t real…now I
want my money now!” he said and pulled out a gun and aimed it straight at
TC.
“Not real?!” TC exclaimed.
He then looked down at the bill in his hands and realized that it was one
of the new twenties they had barely made in the year two-thousand.
SH*T!
“Uh, uh, I…don’t have anything else, but I promise you that this is real…”
“Yeah, and I promise you this is real,” he cocked the gun.
“Hold on, hold on,” TC said shakily while he searched his wallet for anything,
“Wait, here,” he said and pulled out the two-dollar bills he had been collecting,
“Here’s ten dollars!”
“That’s more like it…” the cab driver said and pulled the gun back.
“Punk…” TC mumbled and got out of the cab.
“Where in the world is that son of a b*tch from? Nothing but two-dollar
bills and fake twenties…”
TC ran inside the hotel just as Eve and Julian got into the elevator.
Damn! He missed them!
He walked to the elevator and watched the numbers to find out what floor
they were stopping on. If it was the last thing he would do, Tc Russell
was going to stop Julian from taking advantage of Eve!
TC found the floor and ran to the stairwell and ran up the many floors
until he got to Julian’s suite.
Eve and Julian had been drinking and taking pills in the limo on the way
to the hotel and didn’t even notice that they had left the door to their
room wide open, and that’s when TC walked in and found the two tearing each
other’s clothes off. They fell onto the sofa and that’s when TC saw for the
first time, his wife with his enemy!
Eve was in Julian’s lap, facing him, moving her hips forward and fast as
she gasped out each and every time that she met Julian’s thrusts.
TC stood there, mouth opened, as he watched in horror…in shock…
Julian was now suckling one of Eve’s breasts, and she was crying out like
he had never heard her before. Her nails were scraping along his back. Her
facial expressions were one of pure delight…pleasure…
He then did something that startled her. Julian scooted up to the edge
of the cushion and laid Eve on her back atop of the coffee table. Once he
got situated, he began moving within her at a slow pace, reveling in their
love making.
“Julian…Julian,” she called out, out of breath, “I’m going to die; I’m
going to die…” she kept chanting.
“No, no, darling,” he smiled down into her face.
“I love you, Julian…I love you!” she clung onto him…
“GET OFF OF HER, CRANE!” TC ran up to him and hit Julian over the head
with a bottle of Dom Pérignon.
Julian then fell over, unconscious, and was bleeding severely from the
head.