Dork - Steve Harrington

『 14 』A Soviet Interrogation

❝  YOU'RE GOING TO REGRET THAT сучка... ❞

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WE WERE THROWN INTO SEPARATE ROOMS, and I was interrogated for hours, getting several beat downs.

"Who do you work for?" The semi intimidating Russian got in my face, asking me the same question I had answered a thousand times.

"I told you Scoops Ahoy! I dont just wear some stupid sailor outfit for fun!" I snarl.

"How did you get here?" He scoffs.

"Like I keep saying, out delivery was gone and we needed supplies so we came to the room and then it was an elevator to here, okay! If I would have known you guys didnt know how to design elevators I wouldnt be..." My sentence was cut off by a punch to my face. It was a very hard hit and my mouth tasted like blood.

"You know, its not very proper to hit a woman..." I give a smart ass response and get hit with another punch. They then picked me up and started to drag me. I fought back and actually slipped from their grasp for a second. I was a lot stronger than I or anyone thought.

"Let go of me bastards!!!" I got hit for saying that but it was worth it. They finally drag me all the way to a room and at the same time an unconscious Steve is thrown in too. He is beat everywhere with blood dripping from him and having a swollen eye.

"Oh my god Steve!! Jesus, are you okay?? What did they do to you?? Please answer me!! What did you sick shits do to him? Answer me you son of bitches..." I get slapped and I feel more blood rushing to my mouth. I was going to have a terrible bruise after all this. The guy said something in Russian. I could kind of translate it. I heard 'them' and 'chairs'. My questions were soon answered when they put us into chairs.  "Get your filthy hands off of me!!" They throw me into a chair and strap us in with these belts or something. "Don't touch him." I scream and clench my jaw.

"I think your friend need a doctor. Good thing.. we have the very best." He starts laughing in my face so I spit in his face. He uses a towel to wipe his face.

"You're going to regret that сучка..(bitch)" After he says that one of his guards punches me in the face once more and they walk out. It stung really badly. There was blood on my face and mouth.

"Let us out of here!! IDIOTS LETS US OUT!!" I scream as the door locks behind us. I start calling for Steve so much my voice was becoming hoarse. "Steve.. God please wake up!" No response. "Steve please.. I love you please wake up!" No response."Steve!" I yell but this time there is a response.

"Hey, would you stop yelling?" He groggily complains.

"Oh my god Steve!!! You're alive! Are you okay?" I try to look at him but it is hard as were are back to back.

"My ears are ringing, and I cant really breathe, my eye feels like its about to pop out of my skull, but, you know, apart from that, Im doing pretty good." His voice is tired and raspy and it makes me blush a little.

"Well good news is that their calling you a doctor." I inform him.

"Is this his place of work? I love the vibe." Steve jokes and I laugh at that. Steve always is funny no matter what situation. Thats why I love him.

"Yeah tell me about it! So, okay, do you see the table over there to the right?" I ask him and he looks to his left. "No, your other right dork. Yeah okay. And do you see those scissors?""

"Uh-huhh.." He hums along.

"Yeah I think that is we move at the same time, we can get over there, maybe I could get the table and knock them into your lap." I explain my plan to him

"And I could cut the binds." He starts to understand.

"Yeah and we could get out of here." I nod.

"Gotcha yeah okay we could do that." He smiles.

"Yeah!" I prepare myself to move.

"Those morons! They left scissors in here?" He laughs.

"Yeah morons." I lean my head back.

"Total morons!" He laughs.

"Okay Steve, on the count of three we're going to jump together okay?" I prep him.

"Okay." He nods.

"One, two.. three!" On three we jumped and we hopped over one! We tried again and we were getting closer! We tried for a 3rd time but unfortunately we fell over. I just started to laugh. I was going to die in a Russian place with my crush Steve Harrington.

"Its okay. Its okay. Dont cry, Andi. Are you laughing?" He realized I wasn't crying.

"Yeah!" I continue to laugh.

"Jesus.." He sighs.

"Im sorry! Im so sorry. Its just.. I can't believe... Im gonna die in a secret Russian base with Steve "the hair" Harrington. Its just too trippy man."  I start to collect myself.

"Were not gonna die. Were gonna get out of here okay? Just... you gotta let me just think for a second." He lays his head on the floor.

"Do you remember the first day on the job?" I laugh, remembering our first day.

"What?" He asks confused.

"Our first day working. It was a few weeks after graduation and we had just gotten hired and trained for only a few days. It was our first time in one of the rushes and we were scrambling to get customers their icecream."

"Oh my god right, they should have trained us for longer." Steve shakes his head.

"Right? Well it was so busy we ran out of a flavor, I think Chocolate Chip or something? I ran to go get it from the back and I never estimated how heavy they would be, so I grabbed one of the containers and I guess there was water on the floor so I slipped and spilled all the ice cream on myself." I laugh, remembering how cold it was and how much I was freaking out.

"Holy shit, yeah I remember that. You were sticky for like days." He elongates the days.

"No matter how many showers I took, I never felt clean for at least a week." I shudder, it was so horrible to clean.

"You know, I wish you had come to our school earlier." He sighs.

"Oh yeah? Why do you say that?" I ask curiously.

"All though we have spent almost a year together, it doesn't feel like enough. Maybe if I had known you earlier, I wouldn't have been such an asshole, or maybe I would have passed half my classes. Maybe I could even be off to college right now." He shrugs. I smile, fighting off tears.

"And I would have no idea that there were evil Russians beneath our feet and I would be happily slinging ice cream with some other schmuck." A tear escapes from my eye. What a better reality that would be.

"Gotta say though, I liked being your schmuck. It was fun while it lasted." He chuckles.

"I liked being yours. I wish you could know how much I love..." I try to tell him I love him but, the Russians barge back in before I have the chance to. I should have done it earlier.

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