Taking Hold of the Flame Battle Royal

[Owen]

OOC - Good luck everyone. Enjoy Part One

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Diary Entry – 20th May 2021

Once again made it clear

This isn’t some whim; this is exactly what I had to do to get ahead.

Watching Giovanni perform at Breakdown made it even worse. That people could actually believe I would align myself… with HIM.

I get the anger, I get the judgements but that… it was just like the blind were leading the blind and I hope now that everyone was feeling more than a little foolish.

If I had agreed with Bree would I get the same reaction?

What about Sienna?

James Evans?

Exactly… it was all because it was Giovanni, but the thing was he was only saying what everyone else was thinking

THAT was what people couldn’t get into their thick heads

22nd May 2021

Los Angeles

Everything had passed by in a blur. Having decided to put the house on the market to see if there was any reaction, within a few days the house was on the company’s website and already he had his first viewing. Owen had thought about leaving the realtor to it; however, he was interested in who would be living there after he had gone. Right now, Owen sits in the back garden with Kloe, as the realtor shows the couple around. Apparently, he was an architect, and the woman stayed at home with their two children. It kinda made Owen feel good that this could become a family home. If he could sell quickly, it would be beneficial to him as Taking Hold of the Flame was just around the corner, a match that he had every intention of winning, and he needed to be more focused than he had been last year… a year he believed he’d let himself down. Owen looks out over the hills, glass of juice in his right hand, and takes in the scenery.

Owen: Tell you what, I might not miss this house, but I will miss the view… oh, and the cinema room. I love the cinema room. Big screen FIFA.

Kloe: You’re such a kid… have you told Finch that you are leaving?

Owen: Yeah, I told him, and he wasn’t happy. Until I told him he would have his own bedroom at the new house and could come and stay whenever he liked. I think he thought it was just a little shack by the sea until I showed him pictures and that it’s almost as big as this place. 

Kloe: It’s a nice house with many memories.

Owen: And good ones as well

Kloe: We were certainly happy there.

Owen: Yeah

It was easy for Owen to reminisce about those times. Playing soccer, or football dependent on where you were from, on the beach with his Dad and Shaun, his Dad being awful and Owen and Shaun constantly laughing at him. His mind wanders to barbecues on the beach, and the times that they would all stay up late and look up at the stars. It was easy being a kid, with no responsibilities. Adulting was hard, and although he’d never admit it, Owen knew he’d not done a particularly good job of it thus far.

Owen: I’ve got massive plans for the place.

Kloe: You do?

Owen: Yeah, I’m going to extend to the side, buy the land that no one has used, and build a summer house, with a bar, games room… the works. I’m going to turn it back to how it once was Mom, a house for a family to grow old in, just like we did. Games on the sand, walks along the beach… that’s what I want Mom. Simpler, quieter times. I’m done with the need to be cool, living in a place like New York or LA. Newquay is where I always feel at home, where I belong. It’s where I’m going to stay.

Kloe: Well, it certainly sounds like you have it all figured out.

Owen: I do. Nothing good ever came from living in America. There’s nothing to keep me there now. Here I can concentrate on myself and building my life in my way.

Kloe: Oh thanks…

Owen: No, I don’t mean it like that. You’re one of the few people who haven’t turned their back on me and you are welcome to stay for as long as you like. It’s not like I’m not going to have the room. I’ll even build you your own space if you like, right next to the Summer House. What I’m saying Mom is I’m not going back to my old life, and my old friends. They don’t need me apparently, so why should I concern myself with them any longer?

To Kloe, it just sounded like Owen was kidding himself, that this ‘quiet’ life was something he wanted, when in fact it was more that he hadn’t been given the choice either way. At least however she wasn’t being cut out of his life so that was something.

Kloe: Can I chose the décor for my new house?

Owen: Course you can… whatever you want. After selling O-Cru and the LA house I reckon I can afford it. It’s gonna be amazing Mom, really is. I can’t wait to get started on the plans. Might even ask the guy buying this place if he can draw some up for me. I’ll knock some off the asking price.

Owen laughs, there was no doubt he seemed to have it all figured out, but Kloe knew most of it was bravado.

Owen: I just want to forget the past few years Mom, at least personally anyways. I’m proud of what I’ve done in SCW, but away from the ring it’s been one hard slog after another. Things will be different in Newquay, you’ll see. And after all, the views are spectacular there as well.

Both turn their heads back to the hills, and their attention from them is only broken by the realtor, Janine, coming out through the kitchen doors.

Janine: Oh, I’m so sorry Owen, I didn’t know you were out here.

Owen spins around to face her, and the couple as they step out.

Owen: It’s all good. This is Kloe, my Mom.

Janine: Hi Kloe… this is Donovan and Katherine.

Owen waves.

Katherine: You have a beautiful home.

Owen: Thank you. I’d love to claim credit, but the décor was mostly down to my ex-flat mate and ex-girlfriend.

Katherine: I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean…

Owen: Honestly, don’t worry about it, it’s all good

Donovan: Wow, what a view

Donovan stands looking over the fence towards the Hills.

Owen: Breathtaking isn’t it? Many a time spent sat out here having Breakfast and taking it all in. And it’s all fully fenced off as well, so no need to worry about the kids. You’ve two, right?

Donovan: That’s right… and the cinema room. That’s amazing.

Owen: I know right, my favorite room in the house. Video games on the big screen. You just don’t realize how good it is until you’ve experienced it. 

Janine: Shall I go… you seem to be selling it all by yourself here Owen.

Katherine: Actually, do you mind if we ask you a few questions?

Owen: Sure, go ahead.

Katherine: Is the area quiet? I mean, do you have cars speeding up and down the streets at all hours.

Owen: In the main, no. People are respectful around here. You do get the occasional idiot, but yeah… it’s rare.

Katherine: And are there any other children living in the area.

Owen: Oh yeah… tons of them

Everyone laughs.

Owen: It’s just a nice area… you’d love it, you seem like the kind of people that would fit in. 

Donovan: Please don’t get offended, but if it’s so nice… why are you moving?

Owen smiles, it was a very good question. 

Owen: I got some bad memories living in America and had a tough time of it.

Donovan: I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.

Owen: No, it’s OK, my Father died, and my Uncle committed suicide in front of me. It just wants to start again you know.

Donovan: Yeah, I get that. Was your Uncle sick…

Kloe gets to her feet, kissing Owen on the cheek.

Kloe: I just remembered, I gotta be somewhere. Taylors, yes… nice to meet you guys and hope you buy the place. Bye everyone.

Kloe makes her way across the garden and out the back gate, Owen scowling but apparently the couple not thinking anything off it. 

Katherine: Your Mom seems nice.

Owen: Yeah, she’s not had it easy either, she’s coming with me when we move.

Katherine: I see.

Owen: Anymore questions?

Donovan turns to his wife, and both shake their head.

Donovan: No, I don’t think so.

Janine: OK, so are you interested? A house such as this will not be on the market for long.

Donovan: We are… but it’s right on the edge of our budget.

Owen: OK, so what if I knocked two hundred thousand off the price? I want a quick sale, you guys obviously love the place.

Donovan: You’d do that?

Owen: Sure… go have a think about it and let Janine know. It would be nice to know that someone cool bought this place.

Donovan: OK we will… thank you for your time Owen.

Owen: Not a problem, hope to speak soon.

Janine: I’ll show you both out.

Owen gets to his feet and shakes the couple’s hand, and watches as they leave through the house. He hoped that they put an offer in, and it would be nice for him to think that someone was raising a family in the house even if he now never would. His phone vibrates, and he pulls it out of his pocket, the message preview staring him in the face.

‘You’re running away?’

22nd May 2021

Los Angeles

The message had come from Jennifer and although every thought was telling him not to reply, he still did. He didn’t answer the question, his response consisted of ‘Meet me’ and to Jennifer’s credit, and Owen’s surprise she had agreed. They had chosen a café that both loved as the place to meet, and only two hours after the text, Owen found himself walking inside, and immediately spotting Jennifer sat at a table just outside the main building. He walks through the café and arrives at the table, Jennifer looking up from her phone as he arrives.

Owen: Hey.

Jennifer Hey…

Owen takes a seat, already sensing the atmosphere.

Owen: How have you been?

Owen instantly regrets the question when he sees the look on Jennifer’s face.

Owen: Forget that… stupid question.

Jennifer: Yeah, stupid question. Seems like you’ve been having a lot of fun though.

Owen remembers the tweet and shakes his head.

Owen: No, not really Jen. It’s been tough.

Jennifer: Oh, well I am sorry for that…

“Can I take your order please Sir?”

The waitress takes them both by surprise, Owen ordering a strawberry milkshake.

“Coming right up.”

Owen then turns back to Jennifer.

Owen: I didn’t come here to argue Jen. 

Jennifer: Well, it seems like you are out of luck then Owen, because that’s exactly what I came here to do. How could you do this, turn your back on everyone? Turn your back on me? And not show a single ounce of remorse for it. And instead, lord it over everyone, about how great your life now is.

Owen holds eye-contact even though every ounce of his being was telling him to look away. He wanted to say that he hadn’t, that it was her that walked away, but this was Jennifer, and he couldn’t bring himself to do it. 

Owen: I had to Jen… I just had to.

The waitress walks over and places two strawberry milkshakes the two of them having ordered the same, though neither of them mentioned it, whilst still thinking it. Jennifer puffs out her cheeks, no matter what she thought of Owen right now and how much he’d let her down, the truth was she didn’t want to argue either. 

Jennifer: I just don’t get it Owen. You had everything going for you. Career, House, money… you had the lot. You had friends that loved you, family that loved you… I loved you, and you turned your back on it all and for what? So that you can do what you want? People looked up to you, and now they boo you the moment you step into an arena. You’re not telling me that is what you wanted Owen, because if you try, I won’t believe you. I used to know you Owen, but now I don’t have the first clue how your mind works. And then yesterday I drive by your house and you’re selling up? So, what’s the deal huh? Everyone’s turned on you so now you run away. It’s like New Orleans again isn’t it… running away. At least that time it was understandable. 

Owen takes a sip from his milkshake, wiping the excess from his mouth with the back of his hand.

Owen: Ever since Dad died, people have been helping me. Shaun, Taylor, David, Simon and so many more have had a say in what I have achieved, and the person that I have become.

Jennifer listens as he speaks, wanting to understand why the man she loved was being like this.

Owen: I signed for SCW, and man… some of the sacrifices I have made for that company, and specifically for the Drachawych family. Well, you would have thought that I’d have been treated a little better. You know how frustrated I was Jen, that it seemed like no matter who I beat, or what I did for the company, I wasn’t getting anywhere. It was beginning to look like I had become nothing but than an afterthought… that my only accomplishments would be repeatedly facing off against those that threatened the company. Nothing more than a glorified foot soldier. 

He lowers his head and sighs.

Owen: I knew full well there would be some fallout from what I did to Shaun. I knew that people would see it as the ultimate act of disrespect towards someone who had been more like a brother than an Uncle to me. But that wasn’t just a kick to the balls of Shaun, it was a kick towards anyone who still believed that they could control me, and mold me into the person that they wanted me to be, Captain America fighting fires for the rest of my life. I needed to show them ALL that I was more than that. Jen, yes… if people have turned away from me because of what I did to Shaun, I can have very little argument and I understand. But I honestly don’t believe that’s the case. People now shun me because of some supposed alliance with a guy that has pretty much been the bane of my existence for my entire time in SCW. That misinterpretation has got nothing to do with me and is based on their own assumptions. Gio’s a dick, no question. What he did to me, to Peyton and many others cannot be excused. But if you listen to the message, strip away the bullshit with regards to lizards and Kingdoms, you see someone who has the current situation in SCW spot on. Tell me Jen, is it right that just because I agree with the logic, I’m treated the same as he is? Well, if that’s the case, why is your Dad treated with the same disdain. Because he knows just like I do, that the SCW is on its backside. You only must look at Breakdown a couple of weeks ago and Selena Frost just being handed a World title shot to see what I mean. What’s she done the past year that I haven’t… that’s why I had no choice but to do what I did. And yes Jen, I’m in a better place for it. My ONLY regret is hurting you in the process. THAT’S why I must leave LA Jen… I ain’t running, I’m doing the best thing for everyone. Just like I’m trying to do the best thing for SCW, whether anyone believes me or not. I just needed to explain that to you Jennifer and see you one last time so that I could say that yes, I am sorry for hurting you, and that I hope one day you can forgive. Because YOU are the only person I will apologize to. Everyone else… well, I’ve made it clear what I think about them.

Now it is Jennifer’s turn to sigh. Although she couldn’t ever agree with him, she had to admit that her own frustrations had nearly boiled over when she was competing in EMERGE. She hated the person he had become but knew that the Owen Cruze she had loved was still there, although now buried deep. His explanation changed nothing, she couldn’t be with this new version… arrogant, egotistical and so much more. But here, in this café, it was like talking to the man she thought she would eventually marry, but now never would because the line had been crossed. She still didn’t agree with Owen, but she now realized that the way Owen felt, to him it did make perfect sense in the here and now, and that perhaps this wouldn’t always be the case. Maybe it was something that he needed to work through… she only hoped that he didn’t burn every bridge in doing so.

Jennifer: So, when do you leave? Not as I care, obviously.

Owen scoffs, it was obvious she didn’t want to talk about it anymore, and to his mind probably still didn’t understand. 

Owen: Someone just came to see the house… a couple, and it looks like they are really interested. Doesn’t really matter though, I have somewhere to go.

Jennifer: You do? You’ve bought somewhere already?

Owen: No, I’m moving to the house in Newquay.

Jennifer: Wow, leaving the country?

Owen: Yeah, I just think it best if we all got a fresh start. That ain’t going to happen living on each other’s doorstep. Gonna extend the house, build a house for Mom, try to forget about my time in America…

He clocks the look on her face.

Owen: Well, not all of it… some of it was good.

Jennifer finds the slightest of smiles, Owen reacting with one of his own.

Jennifer: I hope you find what you are looking for Owen.

Owen: Thank you, and I’m sorry if it seemed like I was rubbing it in your face. I’ll try to not do it again.

Jennifer: You’d better not… Mom isn’t quite as forgiving as Dad.

Owen: I know… why do you think I’m getting out the country?

Jennifer: I thought you weren’t running.

Owen: Well, maybe just a little where Regan is concerned.

Jennifer finishes off her milkshake and grabs her jacket, getting to her feet.

Jennifer: We’ll, I guess I’ll see you around.

Owen gets to his feet, and for a moment there is awkwardness, but then Jennifer holds out her arms, and the pair embrace. Eventually they part, and Jennifer kisses him on the cheek.

Jennifer: Please… be happy Owen.

Owen: I’ll try

And with that she walks away and doesn’t look back not even once. She couldn’t, as tears were filling her eyes. Owen was glad of that however, because if she had turned around, she would see that his eyes were glassy too. Not necessarily all with sadness either… it being mostly regret.

24th May 2021

Newquay

Donovan and Katherine had put an offer down on the house, and as expected it had come in at exactly 200K under the asking price. Owen hadn’t hesitated, and on receiving the call from Janine he had accepted straight away, assuring the new owners that he would be out by the end of the month without fail. From that moment things had gone by in a whirlwind, as arrangements where quickly made, whereby Owen and Kloe could go back to the house in Newquay and make sure everything was in order, Owen’s belongs and Kloe’s that she was bringing to follow later. No one had taken up the tenancy in a couple of months, and so they had to make sure that it was at least livable, and the previous tenants hadn’t left the place in a state. As it turned out they needn’t have worried. The whole house was practically spotless, Owen glad of the news as it was one less thing to think about, Taking Hold of the Flame now hurtling ever closer. Having left a note for himself on the kitchen side to ring up the gym and start his membership there… the Newquay house didn’t have its own gym, not yet at least, one for the summer house perhaps. He and Kloe are now stood by the back gate, both staring almost wistfully at the waves crashing to shore barely one hundred yards away, the sounds of boats returning into the harbor clearly heard not too far in the distance. 

Kloe: I’ve missed this place.

Owen: Me too, I mean I know LA had its positives but this… it’s just so peaceful. 

Kloe: I know… you can hear yourself think and things just seem slower.

Owen: I’ve made the right decision Mom; I know I have.

Kloe: Yes, I think you have Owen. If you can be half as happy as we were here before, then it’s got to be good for you. I just hope it puts a smile on my boys face again. 

Owen forces a half-smile, Kloe putting her hand on Owen’s cheek, sensing the hurt still so obviously there. It was going to be a while until Owen was truly at peace and she knew that, but she firmly believed that this was a start.

Owen: So how was Ruby when you told her?

Kloe shrugs her shoulders.

Kloe: Ruby reacted exactly the way Ruby always does. Without a care in the world. She’s going to see out this year, and then in the Summer I’ll go back, and we’ll decide what to do next. Think she’s excited about having the house to herself.

Owen: She’s clued-up Mom, probably more than I am to be fair.

Kloe: I know… I trust her, but even so Taylor’s going to do me a favor and keep an eye on her. And Ruby knows she can call if she needs anything. Reckon if she has plenty of food, she’ll be ok… but she understands you need me right now. At least for a little while. But if you ever want me to leave you to your own devices, you only have to say so. Deal?

Owen doesn’t say anything further on that subject. Part of him resented that for all his independence, he was the one who agreed to Kloe coming over with him. But on the other side of the coin, he was glad she was around. Just in case he broke down which if he was honest with himself, he knew was a possibility.

Owen: I’m going to get a live-in housekeeper Mom; I don’t want you having to come over here and clean up after me. 

Kloe: It’s OK, I don’t mind. It will give me something to do while you are off touring.

Owen: I have to admit its not just you I’m thinking of

Kloe: Oh?

Owen: Yeah, I’m going to buy a dog… and if you go home, there will be no one here to look after him while I’m away. I loved having Buck around the LA house, walking him around the hills was so relaxing. Not fair though to get one if no one is around. 

Kloe: That’s a good idea… and OK, I won’t clean. 

Owen: You can make yourself useful by doing the interviews for the housekeeper though if you want?

Kloe: I’d like that.

Owen: Sorted… see, new country and already I’m adulting better.

Kloe: Ha-ha, what by learning how to delegate?

Owen: Exactly.

Kloe turns to head back to the house, Owen taking hold of her hand.

Owen: Mom, can I ask you something?

Kloe turns around.

Kloe: Sure, what’s up?

Owen: Don’t take this the wrong way, but recently, every time Finn is mentioned, you seem to go into your shell, or react all weird. I mean, even when he was still alive, you always went out of your way to avoid him. What’s going on?

Kloe: Nothing…

Owen: There’s something, I know there is… I mean, the mention of his name makes me shudder. But it’s like there’s something you’re not telling me. 

Kloe: Honestly, Owen, there is nothing going on. I promise you, it’s just because of what he did to you, leaving you so you needed treatment by a psychologist at the age of nineteen. I’ll never forgive him, not ever. In fact, I’m glad he blew his brains out. So yeah, if I react at the mere mention of him, I’m sorry, but he was a bastard, and never deserved to call your Father ‘brother’.

Owen rubs the back of her hand.

Owen: I’m sorry, I never realized. I kinda got caught up in myself with the whole thing. Guess I didn’t realize how it had affected anyone else. 

Kloe: Yeah well… can we not talk about him now? Fresh start, right?

Owen: Yeah, fresh start.

“Owen, you’re back.”

Owen turns on his heels, seeing an old school friend he’d meet again for the first time about eighteen months ago. Dani had been at the same Primary school, and the two of them had shared a primary school crush.

Owen: Hey Dani, you remember my Mom?

Dani: Yes, Kloe right? You baked the best cookies.

Kloe: That’s right, I remember you too. You’re Belinda’s girl?

Dani nods

Dani: What you doing back here Owen?

Owen: Err, me and Mom are moving back here actually. Had enough of America and looking for the peaceful life. 

Dani: Really? That’s amazing… we should catch up?

Owen: Yeah, we should.

Owen passes her his mobile

Owen: Give me your number and I’ll drop you a text once I’m settled.

Dani puts in her digits and passes him the phone back.

Dani: Make sure you do… bye Kloe, bye Owen… speak soon.

Dani makes her way back down the beach, Owen noticing Kloe’s look

Owen: She’s just an old friend Mom… nothing in it

Kloe: Yeah… I’ll believe that when I see it. Come on, let’s go get some lunch. Before you find yourself another girlfriend and I don’t get to spend any time with you again.

Owen: Mom…

Kloe is already walking towards the door

Owen: For God’s sake.

He follows her up the pathway, the scene panning away and back to the beach, finding a woman sat on a bench just out of sight. That woman… being Maisie Phillips, a grin on her face.

31st May 2021

Newquay

Owen takes another box out the back of the van, lifting it and straining under the weight. He strains with a smile however, because if Kloe wasn’t planning on staying in England, there was certainly a lot of boxes she had brought over. Luckily, there was plenty of room to store them, and Owen didn’t mind anyway. Having her around hadn’t been as bad as he thought it might have been, and by accepting his decisions, she had grounded him somewhat. As the last box is removed from out the box, Kloe thanks the driver, Owen standing there with his hands on his hips having placed the box on the floor. As the van drives away, Kloe turns and see’s Owen’s unimpressed face.

Kloe: What?

Owen: He only drove the van, and he gets the thanks. Who unloaded the damn thing?

Kloe rubs his hair sarcastically.

Kloe: Aww, little Owen feeling unappreciated again?

Owen: Yeah, dead funny… there goes another rib.

Owen picks up the box and heads into the house, standing at the bottom of the stairs as a dog comes running up to him, Owen putting the box down again to fuss his new pet.

Owen: Hey, you being a good boy Virg?

Kloe: Still can’t believe you called the poor puppy Virgil.

Owen: Well, it was either that or Salah… and I think Virgil is cool.

Having decided on getting a puppy, Owen had rescued a Broder Collie from a local Dog Rescue, Virgil having settled in almost instantly. Virgil was nearly two years old and had been in and out of the Rescue Center two or three times due to his excitable behavior. Owen just saw that has character, and thus far Virgil had been fine. The dog rolls onto his back, showing his tummy to Owen who immediately gives it a tickle.

Owen: Good boy… you wanna go fetch your ball?

Virgil immediately jumps upright and runs through the house and into the garden.

Owen: By the way, thought you weren’t stopping long? How many boxes?

Kloe: Who knows? We’ll see… but I like to have my creature comforts around, and I might need some of the documentation at some point.

Owen: Yeah ok, I believe you… look after Virg for me whilst I sort the room out will you?

Owen rolls his eyes and heads up the stairs.

Kloe: Sure, I’ll put the kettle on, shall I?

Owen can’t help but smile as he hears his Mom’s laughter, and he heads into the room and places the box on the floor, the lid forcing itself open. Owen looks inside the box, and see’s a bundle of papers, and then underneath them a photo album, which he pulls from the box, sitting himself down.

Owen: Wonder what we got here…

Owen turns opens the album and is immediately faced with a picture of himself as a baby, and more hair than any baby should really have.

Owen: That’s embarrassing 

Kloe shouts from the bottom of the stairs

Kloe: Do you want a cuppa Owen?

Owen: No thanks

She must sense the happiness in his voice, as she continues the long distance conversation.

Kloe: Everything OK?

Owen: Yeah, just found some old photographs and going through them.

Kloe: Oh cool, I’ll be up in a minute.

There was nothing more that Kloe liked than going through photographs of when her kids were little, and Owen realizes that there ain’t going to be much unpacking done now.

Owen: OK…

He shouts back and turns the page, a picture now of him in a red pedal car, a huge smile on his face. 

Owen: Love that car, wonder where it went?

He turns another page, and he recoils at a picture of him in a yellow jumpsuit, looking every bit like a Teletubby, a television program from back in the day.

Owen: Ewww, what was they thinking?

He turns the page again, and this time something falls from the album, Owen assuming it’s a loose photo, but finding it to be a piece of paper. He unfolds it, his eyes at first narrowing, but then opening wide.

Owen: What the fuck?

He stares at the paper for a while, not making sense of it all, and folds the paper up again, shoving it in his back pocket and putting the album back in the box. He then jumps to his feet and hurries down the stairs, and through the front door, just as his Mom leaves the kitchen.

Kloe: Owen?

The door slams shut before he can hear her, and he hurries off down the driveway and then the street, breaking into a run until he finds himself at another entrance to the beach. There he stops, bending over to catch his breath, baring able to contain his anxiety that was building. He takes long, deep breathes, trying to calm himself.

“Hey Owen…”

Owen looks up, and is stunned to have been greeted by Maisie.

Owen: What the… 

Maisie: Happy to see me?

Owen: How did you know I was here?

Maisie: Shaun mentioned that you were moving back to Newquay… and I didn’t want you to be all alone so I thought you’d like me to join you.

Owen: What? That’s crazy

Maisie: Oh come on Owen, it’s obvious that there is something between us. If your bothered what Shaun will say don’t be.

Owen: I couldn’t give a fuck what Shaun says. But Maisie, I don’t want you here

Maisie: Don’t be a silly Owen

Owen: I’m serious Maisie, you’re acting like some kind of stalker

Maisie reaches forwards and put her hand on his home

Maisie: You seem tense, let me make you feel better

Owen snatches his arm away, staring straight at Maisie.

Owen: NO!!! Get off me.

She reaches out again, Owen this time pushing her arm away.

Owen: I said NO. Whatever you think this is… it doesn’t exist. I came here to get away from all the bullshit, not to find more.

Maisie: Owen…

Her eyes start to get glassy, obviously upset but by now Owen just doesn’t care.

Owen: Leave me alone Maisie. I don’t want you… is that clear? 

She looks at him but doesn’t respond.

Owen: No, ok let me make it crystal. Fuck off. AND GO HOME!!!

Maisie turns and quickly walks away, her tears now falling freely. Owen shakes his head in despair, not believing what had just happened, and on top of everything else as well. Maisie had lost her mind, and as for what he had just found back at the house, that couldn’t be true. Could it? It was beginning to look like no matter where he was in the world, trouble would always find him. Maybe Sienna was right… maybe he was indeed Calamity Cruze.