#1 Drama

[Tempted Saint]

Keep it fairly clean please. This is for General Readers.

Round Robin #1 Drama

“What do you mean, you don’t understand Jared?” Caitlyn’s voice was near the breaking point. She was quite sure that at any moment it was simply cease to come at all. “How many times do I need to tell you? I’m gone.” After hours of crying, thinking, and crying again, Caitlyn sat with her legs folded under herself, on her comfortable loveseat.

Placing the phone closer to his ear, Jared’s features turned sour. “You tell me you love me yesterday and…and everything is great. Now out of the freaking blue you are going to Paris? Your leaving me and going to Paris!” he yelled into the phone.

Trying to give her time to answer, he silently hoped it was all some out of hand joke. After several long silent minutes, Jared again spoke, this time his smooth voice low and calm. “I thought you and I were going to be together Caitlyn. I thought that was what you wanted."

[Reddevil]

She wiped a stray tear away, clutching the phone in her hand a little harder than necessary. Closing her eyes, she took a few deep breaths before opening them again, her eyes coming to land on a lamp that was a few feet away from where she sat.

“I thought that was what I wanted. But I was wrong, it was what you wanted. I thought, that maybe if I tried hard enough, I’d be able to forget what you did to me. Forgive you for it. I wasn’t lying when I said that I loved you, but I was kidding myself when I decided that I would make it work.”

Jared’s eyes narrowed. It had been over three months since Caitlyn had discovered what he had done, and although she had been angry and upset (understandable) he had thought she had gotten over it. It was her who had said that they could make it work. So why hadn’t she said anything sooner?

He sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair before he spoke again. “You can’t do this to me. To us. What we had...”

“Exactly.” She said, cutting him off. “What we had. Past tense. I’m going to Paris, no matter what you say to me.”

Caitlyn looked up when a knock on the hotel room door sounded around the room. She stood, walking over and looking through the peephole as Jared began speaking again. There really was no reason to check to see whom it was, there was only one person it could be this late at night. But old habits die hard. She just hoped that the man on the other end of the phone hadn’t heard the door going. That could cause problems.

[Tempted Saint]

“Caitlyn?” Jared’s voice cracked. “Who’s there with you?”

Damn it! That bastard was there. It had to be him. The son of a bitch would stop at nothing to get Caitlyn again.

With a slow moving hand, Caitlyn slipped her fingers over the handle of the door, turning it. With a gentle pull she opened the door, stepping back a little as she did.

Mark moved through the open door, his handsome face staring down at Caitlyn. He frowned seeing she was on the phone.

“Who are you talking to?”

Caitlyn didn’t answer, but instead covered the mouth of the cell phone. She closed the door, flipping the lock as well.

Mark tossed the bag on the bed. His eyes narrowed as he looked back at Caitlyn. It was no doubt that prick Jared. The muscles of his jaw tightened. Jared was more than likely whining and begging her to stay here in this hell hole with him.

I didn’t come all this way to loose you now Caitlyn. He began to think as he looked at her again. In a split second he was moving toward her. His normally handsome face now slightly cold. He was tired of playing this game with her. She wanted him, not Jared. She belonged to him not Jared. And sooner or later Jared himself would realize that. Yes. He’d realize that Caitlyn was Mark’s treasure. After all, he’d killed for her once. And he’d do it again if he had to. He might even enjoy it this time.

“Give me the phone.” He made a beckoning motion, telling her he wanted the slim black cell phone.

She stood motionless, her brows pulled tightly.

“I said, give me the phone!” Mark’s strong hand reached out and took a hold of Caitlyn’s upper arm, yanking her closer to him. “Give me the damn phone.” His hand took a firm grip on her wrist and before pulling his other away from her arm to snatch the phone away.

Putting it to his ear, he squinted, listening to the voice he had known would be there. Jared.

[.::Sith::Bitch::.]

Jared's lips tighten, thinning to a straight line. He didn't have to hear all the commotion to know that Mark was on the othe rline. He could feel it. He could hear him breathing into the phone. He slowly laid the receiver down onto the holder, ending the call. He felt his anger slowly begin to boil over. He wasn't going to lose Caitlyn. Not now, not ever. Especially not to Mark Ellis. "You won't get away with this Ellis....*

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Mark pressed the END button on the phone, tossing it to the couch. He sat down on the couch, the phone behind him. His elbows rested on the top of his knees, his hands clasped firmly together. He looked down, not taking his eyes off the coffee table. "What were you doing talking with Jared Caitlyn?"

She blinked, her mouth opening but then shutting closed. How was she going to explain this? "Well..."

"Well what?" He turned his head slowly to look at her. "You broke up with him last week! What do you possibly have left to say to him?!"

She winced, biting down on her lip. She turned her head, looking away, feeling heat from his hard gaze radiate from him to her. She felt like she was in trouble with the Headmaster of Boarding School for lying. But she didn't lie did she? No, no. she just didn't tell Mark the truth.

"Caitlyn? Answer me! What do you possibly have--" He stopped his sentence, thinking. Caitlyn could almost see the wheels turning. "What do you possible have left to say to him unless...unless you didn't break it off to him last week...."