Kill of the night

Chapter 12

April 24th
Melbourne

Josie

"Good morning, girls" I pinch the bridge of my nose struggling to adapt to the sudden bright light in our apartment building.

"How can u be so polite at this time of the day, Jack?" It's 6am and we are returning from Luka's birthday party just now.

My head is throbbing. The euphoric effects of the ecstasy have faded, leaving behind the reminders of my actions while under its influence.

"I'm always polite" He chuckles at my disbelief, "Hi Vicky" He timidly says while scratching his nose.

"Hi Jack. I'm-"

"I heard you're doing ok" He interrupts her, "That's nice!"

"Yeah what about you? Is everything ok?" She asks curious. I side eye her.

I thought she would have talked to him by now. She told me about the whole baby thing at the coffe shop a week ago.

"Why wouldn't it be?" He shrugs not a hint of a lie on his calm voice.

I frown my eyebrowns. Could she have heard him wrong? "Oh nothing forget it" She giggles nervously, patting him akwardly on the arm.

What the hell is she doing?

"Baby" I cough the word out, trying to somehow initiate the conversation.

"Did you say something?" Jack turns to me.

Victoria widens her eyes and before I can finally ask for some truth, she grabs my arm and drags me along "Bye Jack. We'll see you later"

Walking down the hall she curses through her breath, "What the fuck, babe"

"What? You have to talk to him eventually"

"Huh...no the hell I don't" I roll my eyes. Maybe she was still drunk when she heard the conversation and made things up on her little insane brain.

We're both a panting mess as we finally reach our door. The elevators are out of service, and we live on the 4th floor. Two sedentary divas like us were never meant to climb this many stairs.

I smile when I see Bobby, our mailman, putting letters on our mailbox. He's back is to me so I run behind him giving the man a surprise hug, "Morning bob" He jumps in place.

Bobby is in his mid forties and lives two blocks from here. His wife works at the laundry next to Claire's coffee shop, so we see each other sometimes. He has a bushy mustache and round glasses, pretty much like Harry Potter. Super cute since his wife is also a redhead.

"Morning ladies" He jokingly bows to us,  "here you have your mail" He drops a few letters in my hand instead of putting it inside the mailbox.

"Anything important?"

"No light bills to pay if that's what you're concerned about" It definitely was.

"Thank god. Have a good day" He nods and we both blow him a kiss before entering the apartment.

I toss my purse and kick off my heels as soon as I enter my room. I'm utterly exhausted, craving nothing more than a four-hour nap and perhaps a foot massage.