The Law

Seven.

- Joshua Williams -

I wake up with cuts and bruises are over my arms, looking like I just got cut from top to bottom. Which I did, but this was worse than just a few cuts and scrapes. It felt and looked like I was burned and stabbed multiple times. After a few hours from them guys leaving I stand up and go to exit the room. But, suddenly I feel a sharp pain from my forearm to my shoulder.

I instantly clench my arm, groaning so loudly that even the girl downstairs can even hear me, the girl bursts through the door, and she must've thought I was already gone because she had a shocked face. "I thought you left, what the hell happened to your arms?" Isabelle seemed concerned about me. Like, she actually cared but it was pretty surprising since people from the east didn't really care for anyone from the west side especially girls.

"Simon, he fucking came in here with a bunch of his boyfriends." Isabelle quickly looked up at me with a chuckle. "Josh, are you drunk?" I raise an eyebrow as I sit down on the bed. "Colt's brother right? That couldn't be. Simon has been dead since 2016. Ever since Colt was a little boy." She sat down beside me, fiddling with her fingers, to concentrate on what I just said to her.

"I saw him though, he- he cut me, who else would cut me?" I say, standing up and almost pacing the floors. "Maybe it was just in my imagination, I'll go home and try to sleep it off," I say sitting back down next to her. She grabs a bag down from the floor and opens it, inside were medical supplies of the needle, thread, and bandages. 

"Yeah, it was definitely your imagination, because he has been dead for a while." She said, glancing up at me a few times while working on my arms. It kind of looked like she was hiding something, like she knew that he was alive.

I looked at her and softly pulled my own arm away, once she was done stitching up my arm of course, because I did not want to walk out of this mansion with police driving around and patrolling the area while my arm leaks of blood.

"You need to get this checked out." She said, looking at me and slightly hanging onto my hand. I forcefully shake my head. I'm a wanted man, if I show up at a hospital, they'll fix me up and just bring me into the slammer for sentencing. "No thanks. I have a friend in Ohio, I'll see them." 

I stand up and slightly limp over to the door before opening it and a grip tightening around my hand, I turn and I get greeted by lips covering mine. It was hers, did she actually like me or was she just doing this for some attention? I kiss back before going out of the house, getting in the car, and driving away.