Barry Berkman

Part 23

As I sat down on my bed, exhausted and overthinking my previous conversation with Fuches, I got a text from Barry.

Barry
Hey can we please talk?

I sighed and told him he could come over to my place. I looked around the room and thought it could use some cleaning up so I started to shove everything into my trusty plastic bag. As I finished putting everything in the bag, I threw it under the bed.

"Life hacks." I said to myself, smirking.

A little while later, I heard a knock at the door. I walked over and looked through the peephole. Barry was standing there in his usual gray shirt. I unlocked the door and let him in.

"Hey." I said as he stepped inside.

"Hi." He replied nervously. I looked at his hands and they were shaking a little. I walked into the kitchen area and told him he could sit down.

"Want some water or something?" I asked before getting myself a glass.

"Uh, sure. Thanks." I nodded and filled two glasses up. I set them on the table and he downed the glass. I stared at him before chuckling.

"What's up with you man?" I smiled and he looked back at me, blank faced with no emotion. For a second I thought he might have come to kill me or something but then it spilled out.

"A kid stabbed me, the other day." I went wide eyed but he continued.

"It was all Fuches' fault. He set me up, he was even wearing a fucking wire! I was really panicked the other day and I tried to call him but he told me to never call him again. And then I talked with Mr. Cousineau and he gave me some great advice and then I went to tell Fuches and he was so fucking worried and then I told him about killing Moss, and then Mosses partner Loach came out with a gun and Fuches looked so nervous," He took a few breaths, trying to calm himself.

"Anyways, then it was just the Loach and I and he told me I had to kill a guy who was fucking his ex-wife and I said okay but then things went wrong and the guy was like, unkillable or some shit and his kid was insane and fucking stabbed me a bunch of times and bit Fuches and then at a supermarket the guy I had to kill, Ronnie, was there and then Loach came in and the both of them got killed and I ran out the back and Fuches waiting there and then," He stopped talking and tears came to his eyes.

"It reminded me of when I came back from serving. Fuches was the only one there for me and that's when everything started. All the bad shit started because of him."

He looked down at his hands, and he began to cry. He was quiet for a second and I reached across the table for his hand. He looked up at me and gave me his. I gave it a tight squeeze and walked over to him. I bent down so I was looking up at him, and then we kissed.