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Chapter 13: There's A Black Flag Hanging over This Town.

Chapter 13: There's A Black Flag Hanging over This Town,

Present.

"You got punched out by a pregnant woman?" Detective Newton seemed to be in a state of disbelief. He thinks I would've hit Sue back but I wouldn't do that. She was pregnant with an innocent life, it would've been wrong of me to hit her. If I had hit her and she got hurt, or that baby got hurt, I wouldn't have been able to live with myself.

I solemnly nodded with the delicately decorated teacup sitting still on my lap. It reminded me of all those years I'd sit Clara on my lap and brush her frazzled curls. And then I'd sit with her children on my lap and watch cartoons. Slowly my lap would stay empty for longer periods of time, until no one asked to sit there and have me read to them, or brush their hair, or watch cartoons. It's a very distressing feeling of emptiness. You don't realize you miss it until they're bringing their boyfriends or girlfriends to Christmas or Thanks Giving dinner and they don't ask to sit on your lap. I suppose that's what growing up feels like. Once you start growing up, you don't stop.

"Yes. I got knocked on my ass by a pregnant woman who thought I was sleeping with her boyfriend." I replied, smiling at the memory. It wasn't a happy memory but somehow it always made me laugh inside. It's like the time I was my uniform skirt above my knee the day the all-boys school came to compete in mathletes. I thought I'd give the girls a little assistance. I flirted with them in the hallway to throw them off a bit, then I sat in the front row, slowly hiking my skirt up. In a way, everybody won. The girls won the competition and the boys experienced their first erection. Am I proud of what I did? Not exactly, but now that I think of it, it makes me laugh. The nuns found out about what I did and sent me to see Father David who took a ruler stick to my backside seven times before calling my parents. Mama was livid, to say the least. And daddy, he wasn't happy that his fourteen year old daughter was wearing a skirt above her knee, but he said that I'd make a very good businesswoman when I got older. I knew how to work my sex to twist the minds of others in order to get my way.

"So, what happened when you got home? What did Matt do?" Detective Newton asked curiously with his eyebrows knitted together.

"Matt had a boat load of questions for me. He asked who I was with, I said someone who wanted to write a story with me. He asked about my eye and wrist, I said Sue punched me and when I fell I sprained my wrist. He seemed to have bought it though so that was the end of that." Matt was easily pleased. He trusted me and what I said. When he found out the truth he never held it against me. He said it was because he was doing the same thing to me. He lied to cover his own ass just like I lied to cover mine. Yeah, we both were wrong to lie to each other in the first place but we can't honestly hold it against each other. Sometimes I wonder what would've happened if we were like a normal couple and told each other everything from the get-go.

"You two didn't argue a lot, did you?" Detective Newton asked with a half smirk. His eyes flicked between me and his notepad. I smiled and nodded in agreement. It was true; Matt and I very rarely got into fights with each other. But when we did, it almost always ended with Matt spending the night at Danny's while I stay home and worry endlessly about him. He'd make me go crazy, and I picked up the habit of cleaning when I'm worried, especially while I was pregnant with Clara and I was nesting. So whenever I was obsessively cleaning, Matt knew I was worried about something and refused to leave it alone until I told him what was wrong.

"No, we didn't. But most of our arguments were about the same thing: Danny." It was always hard to think about the many fights Matt and I got into because of something Danny did or said. Sure, Matt and I didn't argue a lot but when we did, it was an argument that'd last for days, sometimes weeks. Danny always seemed pleased as punch when we'd bicker at each other. It was like he got off on the anger we had. Danny never liked me; that much was apparent. He wanted me gone. And he did everything in his power to try and make that happen. But my love for Matt was greater than his hatred for me.