Author's Note: This story has been previously published on this site, that's why the title says Revisited. I pulled it to re-work it and submit it as a free read to a new publisher. Since it will be a free read under my pen name with that publisher, I've decided to repost it here as well. If you read the original version, please take the time to read this updated version. Feedback as always is welcome. Don't forget to vote.
Trey and Mark are brothers, and as different as night and day. The only similarity in the two was their height. They both stood just a little over six feet tall. At thirty-eight, Trey was the typical biker type. His collar length wavy brown hair and hazel eyes drew women to him, along with his well-toned body. His typical attire was jeans, t-shirts and leather jackets or vests.
Mark, at thirty-six, kept his brown hair cut short and while he was handsome in his own right, he'd always been told his best feature were his vivid blue eyes. He was engaged for a short time to a woman named Dana.
Dana herself was no slouch in the beauty department. Her long slender legs supported her well toned body. She was taller than average, standing about five foot ten with long dark auburn hair and bluish-grey eyes. At thirty-six, she could still turn quite a few heads. She and Mark dated a few times in high school, but it wasn't until they were in college when they reconnected and eventually fell in love.
Mark was insanely jealous if another man even looked at Dana and he always prodded her to quit her job as a waitress and let him take care of her. She refused, wanting to keep what little independence she had. Eventually, his jealousy put a strain on their relationship and she had to break things off. It broke her heart to break up with him, but she couldn't deal with his controlling ways.
Trey would torment Dana endlessly and unbeknownst to Mark, he felt very differently about Dana than he'd let on. She was so far away from the type of woman he was normally attracted to his feelings for her had him perplexed.
He always teased her about being so tall and about never learning how to drive. Dana didn't think she ever needed to learn how to drive living in a big city like Southfield. There was always someone who could drive her, but she loved walking everywhere she went, even in the cold Michigan winters. Most places she went, including work, were within a few miles of where she lived, so it never really occurred to her to learn to drive.
Trey would also torment Dana about her relationship with his brother. He'd always told her she was with the wrong brother and he could sweep her away and show her the proper way a woman should be treated.
Oh a hot August day, not too long after Mark and Dana had broken up, she found a few of his things in her apartment and decided to return them to him. Gathering up his things in a small box, she put her keys and cellphone in the pocket of her shorts then headed for the elevators and Mark's apartment on the twelfth floor of their building.
As she approached the elevator, she saw her neighbor getting off and asked him to hold the door for her. He smiled as Dana passed him and she hadn't noticed the other occupant in the elevator as the doors closed behind her. Turning to see Trey, she shot him a look and moved to the opposite corner of the elevator car.
She knew he was going up to visit his brother so she didn't bother to push the button for the twelfth floor. Standing completely still and staring straight ahead, she felt Trey's eyes on her.
"What?" she snapped, not turning to look at him.
"You look really good today, Dana," he said quietly.
"Oh stop it, Trey. I know you can't stand me anymore than I can stand—" she stopped when she felt the elevator jerk to a halt.
"What the hell?" Trey reached for the emergency phone. Both the eight and the nine on the numbers above the door were lit, indicating they must be between floors. The lights flickered in the elevator car then everything went dark.
"Oh perfect!" Dana leaned against the wall. A small emergency light appeared over head, casting an eerie glow in the elevator.
"The phone's not working." Trey hung the phone up and closed the access panel. "Must be a power outage."
"No shit, Sherlock!" Dana slid down the wall of the elevator to sit down in the corner. "Of all the people to be trapped in here with, I'm stuck with Jumbo the wonder boy!"
Trey shot a glare at her. "You think I wanna be stuck in here with you?"
Dana heard her cellphone ring in her pocket. She pulled it out and saw it was Mark calling her. She flipped it open and brought it to her ear, eyeing Trey as he came and sat down next to her.
"Where are you?" Mark asked.
"Stuck in the elevator with wonder boy." Dana returned Trey's harsh look. "What the hell's going on?"
"Blackout," was all Mark said.
"And?" she replied.
"And what? There's a blackout, Dana. Not much else to explain. What floor are you on?"
"I think between the eighth and ninth." Before Mark could say anything else, Dana heard two small beeps on her phone and the line went silent. She pulled the phone from her ear and saw the words 'Call lost' across the screen.
She dialed Mark's number again with no luck. She knew her cellphone didn't work well in the elevator, but she kept trying. Once she realized she couldn't get a call out, she tried sending him a text message.
Call 911. She clicked send on her phone and waited.
"Well, this is fun!" she said sarcastically. Her phone beeped a few minutes later, indicating she had a text message.
Called 911. It may be awhile.
She remembered seeing a small hand held radio amongst the things she was returning to Mark. Fumbling through the box, she found the radio and turned it on. Rolling the dial, she tried to find the news station hoping to hear anything about the blackout.
The reporter on the news said the station was running on a generator to continue broadcasting. Keeping the volume low, but still loud enough to hear, she propped the radio up between her and Trey.
"So I guess since we're stuck here together, we might as well bury the hatchet, Trey."
"What fun would that be, Dana?" Trey flashed a quick grin.
"Why do you hate me?"
"I don't hate you."
"Then why are you always so mean to me?"
"Honestly? I don't know. But I don't hate you. Why do you hate me?"
"I don't hate you. I just hate when you always pick on me. I could never figure out what I did to deserve what you dished out."
Trey had always hated how Mark treated Dana. His constant tormenting of her was to vent some of his anger toward his brother. All he really wanted to do was get her away from Mark and make her forget him. He knew she could never go for a guy his type though. She loved the GQ type of guy, exactly the type he wasn't.
Dana had always felt a strange pull toward Trey which confused her. He was so not her type. She could never make direct eye contact with him, instead looking at his nose or another part of his face. She knew if she looked him in the eye, she wouldn't be able to stop what would happen. She also knew she wouldn't want to stop what would happen between them.
Whenever she looked at Trey and caught him looking at her, even when she was still engaged to Mark, it always made her heart flutter. She wondered why he had such an effect on her. He wasn't normally the type of guy she was attracted to and up until this point, she thought he hated her.
"Try your phone again," Trey said, breaking the uncomfortable silence between them.
Dana flipped her phone open and tried to call Mark again. Still no luck. She closed her phone and set it down beside her. Grabbing the radio, she turned the volume up to hear anything more about the blackout.
"—as we hear about more states and power grids going offline. Reports are coming in about a grid in Canada being the initial cause of the blackout, effecting parts of Michigan, Ohio and several other Northeastern states. Reports estimate approximately fifty million customers are in the dark and it's unknown when power will be fully restored—"
Dana turned the volume back down. She and Trey looked at each other in shock. Dana opened her phone and sent another text message to Mark.
She closed her phone and stared at it, waiting impatiently for a response from him. After a few minutes, he didn't respond. Her hands fell to her lap, one still clutching her phone. When it finally beeped, it startled her.
"A couple hours? Perfect!"
"Not much we can do but sit here and wait, Dana."
Dana got to her feet and began pacing the elevator. She wasn't claustrophobic, but the thought of being trapped in an elevator for a long time had her nerves on edge. She also didn't like the way her body betrayed her when she was sitting so close to Trey. She wanted to throw herself into his arms and wait this out. As she paced, she felt his eyes on her again.
"Stop staring at me, Trey." She stopped her pacing but didn't look at him.
When he didn't answer, she turned to see he'd gotten up from his spot on the floor and was leaning against the doors of the elevator.
"What?" she asked again.
"Do you know what you do to me?" His voice was so quiet, Dana had to strain to hear him. She shook her head in response. He took a step forward."You've got me all tied up in knots."
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