PAYBACK IS A BITCH

Chapter nineteen: He is dead

Bryan

Billy's words caused my jaw to hit the pillows. That much missed calls? Something would have to be desperately wrong for her to try and reach Billy that many times.

"What do I do?" Billy looked like he was going to pass out any second.

Why the fuck is he asking me?

He was looking at me with desperation of a dying man waiting for me to provide the water.

"First you have to call her back to find out what is wrong, but do it on your way."

"Are you coming with me?" His looked at me like a kid that needs his hand held as he crosses the road.

"Don't think that will be a good idea."

"Yeah, make sense," he started toward the door only to remember he has no shoes on and came back to pick them up. He didn't bother wearing them and his look was one of distraction and fear.

"Hope you have got your story straight," I called out from my relaxed position against the head of the bed.

"What?" Billy looked like he got no clue as to what the fuck I was talking about.

I rolled my eyes at him acting like some air head.

"Well Kate will wanna know where the hell you have been, and I don't think telling her you were fucking the nanny will cut it." I didn't know why his predicament felt hilarious to me, but I found myself laughing.

Billy's eyes darkened as he glared at me. "I am glad you find this very amusing," he snarled at me.

"I am sorry, I will stop laughing. You are right it is not funny. I mean what could be funny about a man missing his son's birthday because he was fucking the nanny, only to wake up to a forty missed calls from his wife."

"You are right is not funny," I laughed again. Billy threw one more cold glare at me and walked out.

"I hope you are a very good liar because you will need a good one for this!" I yelled out after him and then threw myself down on the bed while I expanded my lungs with more laughter.

After Billy left it was blissful silence, I wasn't bothered at what could be wrong at the Reinhardt family, it is their problem whatever it is not mine.

I lazied around on the bed enjoying not having anything to do. I caught sight of my diary lying on the table and got up and went to it.

I flipped through the pages reading most of my entries, I couldn't believe how much that have happened since I started scribbling on it.

I flipped until I got to an empty page and began to write.

While I was engrossed penning down all the curve balls life has thrown my way my phone beeped. It was a message from Bradley.

"Get yourself dolled up honey, we are going clubbing tonight. We will roll by at ten to pick you up."

The message ended with a puckered red lips that made me smile. Is been a while since I heard from the guys. I miss them and it will be nice to hang out with them.

It is Friday night, and I have got nothing to do, but luckily it seems something has opened up.

Ten is still far, so I have ample time to find something suitable to wear. The club is not really my scene, just a recently acquired taste, that is not settling down well. Not a place I would want to visit all the time, except on nights I am bored like tonight.

After I was done scribbling in my diary I left my room to find something to eat. My stomach has been growling for a while now.

I opened the fridge, all I have inside are raw materials and I wasn't in the mood to cook.