Lukas.
Now I remember. Things were clearing up in my mind. I glanced over at Kelly asleep in the chair.
“How long have you been here?” I asked.
“Forever, she didn’t want to leave you.” Nicole twisted her lips.
“Did I bleed on your couch?” Stupid thing to ask but I remember the fit she through over a little scratch on her hardwood floor.
“I’m sure you did. There was blood on the couch and my floor and the walls.”
“Maybe next tim e I could just bleed out and die somewhere on your front lawn.”
“That’s not funny.”
“I wasn’t trying to be funny. I’m not sure why you’re so mean to me. Are you just a mean person in general?”
“No , I’m not mean in general. I’m just a suspicious person.”
“Suspicious of me?”
“And your motives.”
“I don’t have any ulterior motives. What you see is what you get.”
“I saw a tattoo that said you were crazy.”
How did she see my mi vida loco tattoo? “I’m not crazy.”
“I heard Kelly’s side of the story. Now I want to hear yours, explain yourself.”
“Explain what?” I sat up in the bed with my back against the one shallow pillow. Shit, my shoulder is stiff.
“Why the hell were you in my house?”
“Kelly called me when she heard the burglar.”
“Huh, you really are going to play dumb. I will punch you in your shoulder.”
“Why?” I was confused or maybe still doped up.
“I know you been inside my house multiple times when I wasn’t there.”
“Yeah.”
“You put my daughter’s TV up on the wall.”
“Kelly’s grandmother said I could. She called me and--”
“I know. I talke d to my mother and she said you were hanging around the entire weekend she was there. She said you were fixing things. She also said you were in my kitchen cooking meals with her and Kelly the weekend I went to Japan.”
“Y our mother was there. She asked me to do some things around the house. I only did a few things. I did what she asked me.”
“Oh you’re such a gentleman.”
“Not really, I cut the grass and stuff like that. It wasn’t a big deal.” Why was I on the defense? I hadn’t did anything wrong. I saved her daughter’s life and she was interrogating me like I was a criminal.
“That’s my house.”
Yeah I know. “Okay.”
“My mother said you took her and Kelly to the movies.”
“Yeah, it was rated PG.”
“Why are you hanging out with my kid and my mother?”
“ I’m not.”
“You’re lying. I know you’ve been to my house to see my kid. She told me she talks to you on the phone every day after school. I looked in her cell phone. She calls you and you call her. Don’t lie to me.”
“I haven’t lied about anything.”
“No, you’re up to something.”
“Nicole Nevels, I have been stabbed. Is there any way you could cut me a brea k?”
“Yeah uh-huh.” She crossed her arms under her breasts. I licked my lips. She didn’t see me.
“Kelly calls me sometimes. It’s not a big deal. I know her father is not in her life.”
“Yeah and that’s my business.”
“I know it is but when she called I wasn’t going to just blow her off. I would never ignore a kid.”
“I asked her if you ever touched her.”
“Touched her like what does that mean?”
“You know what I mean. She would tell me.”
“There’s nothing to tell, Jesus.” I’m not like that.
“No I know there is more to the story. There is something you’re not telling me.”
“No, there isn’t.”
“Has to be, my mother was singing your praises like you were a saint. She said you drove to her place and replaced her toilet.”
“Your mother is a very nice lady. Obviously you were adopted.”
“You think you’re funny?”
“Sometimes.”
“Hanging out with little girls isn’t funny. It’s criminal.”
“I’m not a criminal.”
“Whatever, they’re going to release you tomorrow.”
“Good to know.” How did she know? Did she talk to my doctor?
“I will pick you up in the
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