Déjà Vu

0023

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Last night I saw another side of Dexter that he only showed a couple of times. One of them being with Ms. Smith, the old lady with the sick daughter from my job. The other with how he took care of Sasha.

Of course we got wasted yesterday just as I had expected and Sasha took it harder than all of us. It was to the point were she couldn't even stand up straight or make a coherent sentence. Dexter picked her up, carrying her in his arms like she weighed nothing.

Then he thanked Lisa and I for allowing her to joins us. He said that she didn't have many women to hang around to consider them as friends. Especially now that she stays with him and works with his men.

As I wished Lisa goodbye I walked to my room passing by only to see Sasha throwing up and Dexter holding her hair. It was then that I realized under all that cockiness, sarcasm, and vulgarity was someone who cared.

After our night of fun the morning came, throwing me back into the reality of what my life is.

My palms were sweaty while I sat at the dinner table. My thoughts racing a mile per minute.

I couldn't help dropping my head down to look at my phone every few minutes. Marcus had finally contacted me and now I've been anxious and paranoid ever since.

What am I going to tell him?

I didn't realize how much I sucked at being a "spy" until I became one unwillingly. Perhaps I could tell him about Dexter's phone call the other day. That's if I could even remember the woman's damn name.

I also knew when Dexter had that argument with the boys that they were actively looking for someone named Adrianna Beckett. She was the woman from the party that was with Luciano.

I could remember her and Marcus twirling around on the dance floor like it just happened yesterday. It was hard to forget a name especially when it had a face aligned with it.

"Havana are you okay?" Charlie asks sitting at the edge of the dinner table. The sudden urge to roll my eyes was apparent. If I could get a dollar for every time someone asked me that question I would be swimming in money.

Of course I'm not okay

What a thoughtless question to ask a person who was in my shoes. But he didn't know the reasons for my stress and it wasn't his fault, so I didn't take my frustrations out on him.

"Yes, I'm fine." I replied taking a sip of wine.

Now that we were all under one roof, Charlie made it his job to make sure that we used my dining room table.

I didn't mind it much and it appeared that Sasha didn't mind either but I couldn't say the same for Dexter. It was obvious that he wanted to be anywhere but here.

Suddenly my phone begin to buzz and across the screen showed Marcus name. Fuck he decides to call now out of all times? I clear my throat dropping my fork onto my plate with a clack. Everyone's eyes turn towards me and I swallow practically air.

Get yourself together

"You'll have to excuse me, I have somewhere to be." I say getting up from the table. But I knew that it was not going to be that easy.

You think with you looking so suspicious?

"Where are you going? You haven't finished your dinner?" Charlie says pointing to my plate.

"I'm not hungry." I don't even attempt to look Dexter's way not wanting to show my guilt.

"Then I guess I'm done as well because I'm going with you." Dexter says dropping his fork. Sasha continues to eat looking back in forth at us. It reminded me of Harper during Christmas break.