Into The Past

Kyle slid into the driver’s seat, the leather cool against his back, and shut the door quietly. The garage was dim, lit only by the soft glow of the dashboard as he turned the key. The engine rumbled to life, its sound low and steady, echoing slightly. He shifted into reverse, the gear clicking into place. With one hand on the wheel and the other draped over the passenger seat, he turned to glance over his shoulder. The car began to move slowly backward.

He eased the car out with practiced control, tires rolling gently over the concrete. Once he cleared the garage, he straightened the wheel, shifted into drive, and pulled away into the cool night air slipping through the window.

“Don’t walk. Run!” he rolled his eyes as he heard the voice again. Fucking rich people. He darted his eyes to the center console, saw a book, but it was the name who caught his eyes. Williams Thorne. Williams. Thorne. Those names. Kyle’s breath began to pace so fast that a memory flashed before his eyes.

“Stay there and hush. Don’t come until I say so, okay and whatever you hear, keep still and quiet.” His mum said to him, closing the door gently and leaving the room. Little Kyle in the wardrobe was so scared but had to obey his mum. Seconds later, he heard his mum talk in a low voice trying to say something, then another voice and then, he heard his father scream in a way he hadn't heard before “Thorne!. No, please don’t do this!” and two bang noises came next. Kyle shook his head like he was trying to push the thoughts aside. He looked at the book again. Thorne. His hand gripped the wheel so tight as he looked forward intensely.

“What the hell is taking that guy long?” He heard the voice so loud as he got close. The manager is staring and looking as if he wants to pee on his pants. The other valet under the tent was staring at the car as well. Some guests turned back to look. He drove in slowly and calmly. Halt the car and stepped out looking at Him eye to eye.

His jaw tightened. Williams Thorne.The kind of man the room adjusted for. Tall, but not in an obvious way. High cheekbones, a clean jawline, lips that spelled trouble. His skin, so pale. His hair, blonde. His eyes, gray like a storm coming in. Unreadable. Beautiful. Dangerous. They didn’t beg for attention; they demanded it. And that little mark by his temple.. his eyebrows went up. Wait, no, it can’t be… the son of the one who dragged my family to the ground, Kyle said in his mind. Williams. He forcefully looked away and stepped aside, handling his keys to him. Williams stared at him in annoyance, then he scoffed and entered his car, driving away.

“What was that all about?!” His manager asked, “Have you no idea that that man is partnered with us and he’s a big name out there?!” “Sorry, sir, I’ll be fast next time “ “it’s okay” he combed through his beard with his hand “you can go back to the tent.” The manager went back in.

“Hope you are good?” Mike asked his co-worker. “Yes” Kyle said, not meaning it. “We were lucky the manager didn’t notice Brian’s disappearance “ “I guess” Kyle responded. Brian strolled back to the post, “Hey man” Brian said, walking towards his side, looking over to see Mike checking the logs “Sorry I took a lot of time, I had to get something done” “it’s cool.” Another ride came in and Brian rushed to help the lady that came out, with her bags. He gives her a ticket as she leaves, her key in his hands. Then he went to the podium to put it in entries.

“Let me catch a break, I’ll be right back.” Kyle walked to the service exit. The only place behind the hotel where no security camera watched. The air pulled a different energy this time, it’s supposed to be blowing cool breeze but all Kael ever felt was hot air. He stared at the sky and a tear escaped from his eyes as he drifted back into the past.

“Pinky swear we would never leave each other?” Little Kyle joined the pinky finger with little Williams’s and they both giggled. “Kyle, Williams, time for lunch!” “How about we see who’s the fastest runner? You or me?” Williams said “oh I’m in!” “Boys don’t you run!” Williams’s mom said standing at the doorway. But they ran anyway and she opened her arms and held both, laughing as they argued who won.

Back to reality.

“Williams Thorne” He whispered, breathing fast. He had that mark like a small burn by the side of his temple. Same mark his childhood friend had. Why did it take him so long to piece everything together? He knew and have heard the name, Gabriel Thorne from the news and how he advertised this hotel. The name Thorne, was the reason why he went for this job. To get more closer to the one thing he desires. But now, he’s met Williams. His ex best friend who couldn’t recognise him.

“Rough shift?” Kyle didn’t jump. He knew Talia’s voice. He noticed two attendants leaning on the wall, smoking. Kyle shrugged. “Same rich assholes. Different suits.” He couldn’t say he just found the biggest thing ever that would lead him to accomplish his goal. Talia chuckled. “You’ve been here for how long now? Two years?” “Three.” “Have you ever thought of leaving?” Kyle didn’t answer. He hadn’t come here to make friends. Or receive pity due to what he had to face. He came to slip beneath the gold-plated world of liars and tricksters. Until the day the truth came calling.

He went back to the tent, hands tucked into his pockets as the cool night air brushed against his skin. A young couple stepped out through the doors, their voices low and tense, arguing, but trying not to draw attention. The boy’s arms were crossed tightly over his chest, while the boy’s jaw clenched as he spoke under his breath. Kyle opened the door for them anyway, nodding politely.