Phantoms Among Justice

XIII - Sometimes, You Never Hear It

                               Segregatio I

Edward had his driver, Robb, drive back to Los Angeles. All the while, Edward was furiously beating Jezabelle, every time she made a noise. It was an excuse, however, for hitting her. He couldn't talk rationally now, being as the only members of his family he'd left was Robb Calcutta, Phoenix, and Savannah. Phoenix and Savannah had left their abode they shared in Morgun, a small suburb of Los Angeles, upon finding that their partner, Austin, had departed from this world.

Spade was dead, Austin, Lennon, Wallace, James, Zeke, everybody. They were all dead. Died at the hands of Vic and Santiago, whom he hated more now than ever. Among other things, he loathed himself for running away from them, giving in to the satisfaction of themselves. If he only knew factually that they were still there, he would order Robb to turn around immediately.

Jezabelle sniffled, and interrupted his moment of thought. His face turned red for a moment, as he savagely beat her. She would scream, but she couldn't anymore. Her tear ducts were swelled from crying, her face viciously bruised, her wrist fractured from Edward's shoving her into the limousine, and her mind scarred.

"Where you wanna go?" Robb's deep voice growled. Edward had stopped battering his mistress that instant, and his head snapped towards the drivers seat of the limo, his face was that of a crazed man. He was, indeed, crazed. "Are you fucking mad?!" Edward screeched. "I... want.... HOME!!!"

The limo had stopped abruptly, and Robb got out. He first cracked his knuckles, then his neck. Then the door of the limo came open with a sharp crack, indicating that the hinges was fractured from the velocity of the door opening. He grabbed Edward, and Edward screamed. He brutally punched Edward in the forehead, and Edward's eyes rolled into the back of his head. "Fuck... you" Robb said, holding the limp Edward by his collar. "I warned you... I fucking told you not to yell at me" he growled.

                                Segregatio II

Robb drove to the rather large apartment in Los Angeles. He broke the silence gradually forming in the backseat. "Y'know, I did that for you. I don't expect a thank you or nothin'. It's just instinct, I don't know. He ever hits you again? Tell me. I'll make sure it never happens again."

Jezabelle was looking out of the window as she spoke. "He does it all of the time, I've grown in the years, him? I've grown used to it. It doesn't effect me. I was just thinking of those two gunman's welfare. The gentle one and the brute. Your well-being? You've killed yourself. You may not know it, but you have." Robb chuckled at this statement. "You think I care?! Your dead wrong about that, sweetheart. 'Sides, I'd like to see him try."

Jezabelle only shook her head. She was thinking about Edward, how he silenced his own nephew and sister, how he sanctioned the death of an innocent man, how cold-hearted he was. "He can, and he will. You don't know him, you've probably started work for him not even one month ago, for I remember Josef recently. You probably think of him as an old man, weak and useless. Realistically, he is very strong, and very determined. All the years I've known him, nobody has ever hit him without suffering."

Robb ignored her halfway into her speech. "We're here" he said cynically. Jezabelle got out of the limo, and Robb carried him to the 6th floor of the building. Some people looked at him oddly, for it wasn't everyday they seen a broad man in a suit carrying a man in the elevator. Some asked "Excuse me, is there a problem with him?" They said, pointing at Edward. "Got knocked the fuck out" Robb answered. "Keep tellin' him to quit boozin' like he's 19."

The people nodded and walked on, assuming that Edward was Robb's father. Robb had sat the unconscious Edward on the floor beside his door, and Jezabelle fished the key out of Edward's jacket pocket, and unlocked the door. This time, a security gaurd walked by them. He had to look twice, to see if somebody was actually attempting to rob a man of his personal effects in the middle of the hallway. "Hey, hey! Sir?! What are you doing?!" He said as he walked toward them. "Pops went drinkin' hard. I'm only tryin' to get'm back to his apartment." Robb replied.