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"You are very clumsy, I might add." I scoffed.
"You've said that a million times now, Montellia. Stop with the lecture." Alisha spat out.
"What in the world were you thinking?" I looked up at her, she watched me with furious eyes.
"I already told you! I was running after you! You walk like a fucking giant." she said, her words loud and clear, filled with hatred and venom. She doesn't stop. "And then you just kept walking, and walking, and I just had to run because as from what I've said! I. Did. Not. Want. To. Lose. Your. Stupid. Ass."
Alisha gritted her teeth. Clearly pissed about the whole situation.
I sighed.
"Detective." I've got to fucking stop calling her that. Why do I keep calling her that, anyways? "Where the hell am I going to go? Mexico is big, let alone this fucking house." I spoke.
She looked around the room. I wrapped the cast around her ankle.
"You shouldn't be rude to Xavier. Poor man."
"Boy. And I'm not being rude to him. What? He's complaining to you now?" I asked.
She made a squeaky sound. "You're holding my ankle too tight."
"You changed the subject, Detective. Where do you think I might go, hmm?"
I told myself that I will never leave her side, for this trip, of course. I know that she can take care of herself, she's a fucking big girl, and if I'm not an idiot, I also know that she's a Detective. She knows what to do incase of emergency. There was no point of me defending or protecting her.
"Do you want me to fuc—" Alisha's sentence was interrupted by Xaviereno's dramatic gasp.
"Oh, shit!" My eyes shot straight to the door, Xaviereno eyes focused on Alisha's ankle. "Shit, are you okay?" I wanted to roll my eyes. She could be okay if it wasn't because of you.
Alisha doesn't move. "Yes, Xaviereno. What's up?"
"Are you sure?!" he walked up to us, his eyes doesn't stop watching her. I want to punch him. Biting my tongue, I prevented myself from doing things I know I'm not supposed to be doing. It's either I can taste my own blood, or I can smell someone else's.
When Xaviereno knelt beside me, I glared at him. "What do you think you're doing?" I asked, my tone a little deeper than I wanted it to be.
"Checking her ankle." he replied dryly.
"For?" I don't remove my hand from Alisha's ankle.
"Move." he looked at me, annoyed and mad.
I raised a brow. "You want the stupid boyfriend to let someone take care of her girlfriend?"
He scoffed, "I'm very glad you understand what is happening right now, Alias."
If this boy lived in my city, I could've shot him straight. A bullet through his sad, darkened skull. He could've been somewhere in the middle of the ocean, with the others who I also shot straight in the skull. But no, I am in his city.
