Chapter Sixteen: "Sugar, We're Going Down"A Chapter by ashesonfire Mathis drives Dani home, when they meet with an unfortunate fate." Black Oval Chapter Sixteen “Sugar, We’re Going Down” I smiled at him and picked up my purse, “I knew you would be pulling up soon, and the weather warmed up a bit. It’s a pretty day.” “Your brother already leave?” He asked, as he walked up the steps towards me, glancing around at the large house. “Yeah,” I told him and stood up. “Ready to go?” “Sure,” He walked me over to his car, and opened the door for me. I slid into his leather seats and nearly moaned as the heat wrapped around me like a warm blanket. Mathis joined me momentarily in the car, and his woody and vanilla cologne relaxed my muscles with it’s familiarity. “Thanks again for coming to get me,” I told him, shrugging off my jacket so that I did not get too hot in the car. “Not a problem. Like I said, it was a good excuse to get out of the house,” He told to me and pulled away from the house. “My sister won’t be here tonight though, apparently the kids wanted to have a sleepover at their grandparents house, so they are staying over there.” “Oh,” I said frowning a bit, “Okay. Well I can go back to my place if I’m intruding.” “Nah, not at all. My place is huge, it’s easy to share.” He thought a moment. “That sounded weird. What I mean is that there is plenty of space for just me, so you are welcome to stay the night or however long you feel you need to.” I smiled at that. “I understood what you meant.” “Good.” He droves us back, and we rode in silence with the radio volume barely loud enough to hear. It was oddly relaxing as I started out at the night sky looking at the stars until we made it closer to the city. I then watched the skyline light up the sky with the lights from all the skyscrapers. It was an absolutely beautiful sight. I glanced back in Mathis’s back seat, if you could call it a back seat, and noticed one of those large mixing bowls covered in plastic wrap. I glanced at the man in the car with me and raised an eyebrow at him curiously. “What’s in the bowl?” I asked him. He looked confused for a moment, then glanced back where I was looking in the backseat. “Oh, that’s just Thanksgiving leftovers I stole before I left,” he told me. My eyebrow raised even higher with curiosity. “You put your leftovers in a large bowl instead of like a to-go plate or something?” I giggled a little at the absurdity of it. “It’s not like I threw turkey, pumpkin pie, and cornbread stuffing all in the same container,” he said with a chuckle. The lighting changed as we entered the Lincoln tunnel. I had always found it fascinating that people were able to build a tunnel under a river. It was just mind boggling. Davis had once told me that it had cost eighty-five million dollars to construct it. Davis had developed this odd appreciation for architecture since he moved to the Big Apple. I think it had something to do with becoming friends with Mathis. They both seemed to be very knowledgeable about the buildings and structures in the city. After Mathis’s statement, I was now curious. I reached back and grabbed the bowl and brought it up to the front seat with me. “Is that, honeydew cubes?” I asked. “Woman, you better not touch my honeydew,” he demanded. I could vaguely see a humorous smile on his face as lights flickered in the window. I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “So out of everything in the house you could have brought home from Thanksgiving dinner, you decided to steal the bowl of honeydew? No pecan pie, no turkey and dressing, nu uh, you took the honeydew bowl.” I shook my head at him, “That’s not even a traditional Thanksgiving food!” I noticed his broad strong shoulders shrug up and down. “I have a weakness for the stuff,” he informed me. “You know what’s even better?” I asked him. He told me to go on, “Honeydew with strawberries and blueberries, yum!” He licked his lips subconsciously, “That does sound delicious.” His eyes flickered over to me briefly. “What is your favorite Thanksgiving food?” I thought for a moment. “I like cranberry sauce,” I informed him, “but only the homemade stuff, not out of a can.” I paused for a few minutes sucked into a memory of clicking heels, a frilly pink and white apron, and the smell of cinnamon apple pie in the oven. “Davis and I have a weakness for good homemade pies. Our favorites are apple, and pecan pie. Our mother use to make this bourbon and molasses pecan tarte every year, so it holds good memories of when we were younger, before my father died.” He smiled again, but I could tell it was a sad smile. He knew we both had mixed feelings of our mother now. “Nothing beats homemade, and anything with bourbon in it has to be good.” We drove the next fifteen minutes listening to the music. I glanced around at the city, and immediately thought about how Christmas was coming up soon. I could not wait until people started putting up Christmas lights! Every year Davis and I would take a ride into suburbs to look at all the crazy displays. My brother didn’t really help, but he did not mind it when I put up our Christmas tree. I knew that he would like a more classy tree, like gold and white, or silver and blue ornaments and lights. Everything matching. I on the other hand really liked my hodge-podge of Christmas lights and ornaments. It made the tree feel more homey. “Are you planning on decorating for Christmas?” I asked Mathis as we drove in the city towards his place. I nestled into his heated leather seats, not wanting to brave to cold again.I heard a masculine chuckle come from his side of the car. “I have a small tree in storage. I asked my niece and nephew if they wanted to help decorate, but I think they are going to put up my parent’s tomorrow instead.” I smiled at him. “I could always help you! I love putting up Christmas trees, and won’t mind doing two. You have the band over your house more often than not, you can’t just not put on up!” Turning down the road that lead us closer to his condo, I heard him chuckle again. “Very well, we can make some cider and put it up tomorrow. I’ll see if your brother isn’t too hung over in the morning and he can help.” “Doubtful,” I said with a small grumble, still aggravated at Davis. “Though now that I think about it, I don’t think he had a single drink at Thanksgiving dinner.” Mathis looked over at me, surprise on his face. “Seriously? That is hard to believe.” “I know!” I exclaimed. “Maybe Shane is having a positive influence on him,” he shrugged. “What would Shane have to do about it?” I asked curiously as we pulled up to a red light. Sure she was new to the band and invited us to her family dinner, but I didn’t know how that would change Davis. I mean I knew he liked her, but Davis liked lots of women. I mean that in both ways it can be interpreted. He had gone through crushes with a lot of women, but most of those crushes ended after he spent the night with them, and the more women he had at once, the better. I felt my face crinkle up with disgust. I loved my brother but he could be a real pig sometimes, and sometimes his actions really concerned me; it really gave me a look into the real world. I heard myself sigh. After my experience with my last boyfriend before Vergil, I just did not trust many men, and now this thing with Vergil made me even more doubtful about the whole male population. It was even more confusing since my family was often in the tabloids. I always found it hard to tell when a man wanted me for me, or just for the fame my family came with. “Oh she doesn’t put up with his crap is all, it’s kind of refreshing,” he smiled at me. “I know things have been hard on you lately, Dani, but I promise things will pick up.”I smiled at him and watched the light turn green. He smiled back, and pulled forward; I could see his condo from here. He looked back towards me and I smiled again, but he didn’t smile back. His look turned to terror in those few second. Time was slow as I heard the engine rev, and brakes squeal as I turned my face to look at bright headlights a few yards away from my face. And the world went dark. © 2013 ashesonfireAuthor's Note
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