The focus of desire

Chapter 3

A week after that night I went back to work but all I could think about was him, his dark curly hair and his green eyes, it was killing me.

I had asked Andy to take over for a while without anything info. He was sure as hell shocked to see my leg was gone.

"Dude what happened, I knew you were gonna be gone for a while."

"Nothing happened and I'm fine Ive gotten used to it now, do you know a Spencer jones Andy?"

"Spencer,Yeah I know him, he's my cousin."

"COUSIN?"

"Yeah my mom's sisters son, never mind that though how did you lose your leg!"

"Oh I saw Spencer and I recognised him from your party and he was about to walk into the street and I pushed him out of the way, injured my leg in the process".

"Very heroic mark"

"Shut up"

I was thinking about calling him but i-

"Fuck!" Shit, it's ringing

"Hello who is this?"

"Spencer, it's me mark are you busy anytime soon I would love to meet you for coffee"

That was so bad

"Yeah man I would love to, which store?"

"Sweet, the cafe is *****"

I went in, he looked better than last time I saw him

"You look better"he said

"Yeah I'm getting used to it, it's tough running my store, even Andy's trying to help out more than he used to, you know Andy right, you went to his party"

"Yeah, he's my cousin, he works at your store you said, which one?"

"Ledger and sons, after Andy's dad died we took him under"

We both cared about Andy, Andy is my best friend or more likely my brother. I cared about him, he cared about me.

Ring ring ring ring

"Hello?"

"Yo mark I'm at this sick party, you should come it's fire!"

I hesitated "ok I'm coming, give me 5 minutes"

He was a mess when I came

" Mark you came, sit down try this"

I drank it "fuck Spencer what is this"

"Absinthe, it's gonna hit in a about 2 minutes get ready"

Fuck! He gave me fucking absinthe.....

Shit I blacked out what happened, I can't remember anything from last night hold on, where's my leg, did Spencer leave me.

"SPENCER!"

I have to retrace my steps but how am I going to get up, I heard footsteps from the other room coming towards me, it was Spencer

"Spencer where the fucks my leg, why would you fucking drug me"

"Mark I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking last night, I don't know where your leg is, hold on let me find it"

He walked away, I didn't want him to leave me again.

"I found it! Woah are you okay"

I'm crying, why am I crying? I need to leave and take Spencer with me

"I'm okay, let get out of here" I took my prosthetic from him, he looked sad, why?

"How are you getting home."

"I drove, where did you find my leg ." I wasn't in the mood then, what happened to me that night?"

"I found it hanging off the sealing, I'm sorry for getting you into this mess"

I didn't know how to react to that I just wanted to go home.