Remembering Raimondo (Complete)

He Made Dinner

 He slammed his door shut and remotely locked the car.

“What are you-”

I shrieked at the top of my lungs as he wrapped his arms around my knees and threw me over his shoulder.

“Put. Me. DOWWWWWN.” I shrieked pounding on his back.

“I asked you like a gentleman, but you insist on receiving child treatment.” he mumbled making his way to the back of his car.

“What are you doing,” I panted. I tried to look around his back, as upside-down as I was, I couldn't see a thing.

He fumbled with his keys for a second then unlocked the trunk.

“No!” I warned. “Jeff. I swear to God if you don't put me down I will make you regret it.” My voice went dead serious.

“Yeah?” he chuckled. “and how are you planning on doing that?”

He threw me in the trunk and leaned closer blocking my escape.

“Ow,” I groaned reaching for the metal thing I landed on. “A crow bar, what the hell are you doing with a damn crow bar?” I threw the tool out into the street.

“This IS a car.” he reminded me.

“Yeah a car belonging to a criminal. You think I don't recognize your car? I just haven't said anything about it because I was second guessing myself. You act like a goofy dumb ass so I thought, 'hey maybe he's really as dumb as he looks' … turns out there's more to you than scrambled eggs and dirty kitchens because I saw the sign in sheets!” I blurted my conclusion about everything without thinking.

I regretted the words that came out of my mouth as soon as I saw his expression.

“What?” he mused leaning off of the trunk he had enclosed me in using his body.

I didn't answer his question.

He slowly turned, picked up the crow bar, and threw it near my feet. Jeff smirked and tapped my head with his index finger. His expression was hard to read. He raked his fingers threw his hair for the second time and agitatedly balanced himself from foot to foot.

“You were the one who smashed up his cab-” I continued making his expression twist even more.

“Get out.” he ordered backing away from the trunk.

I complied silently and stood a good distance away from him. He slammed his trunk and maneuvered around me. Without a glance in my direction he climbed in his car, started it, and drove off.

“Aw come on, now you make me feel like shit!” I screamed after the car throwing my hands up in the air.

He's the guilty one, literally. Not me! So why the hell is the guilty feeling tolling on me? I slumped my shoulders over and dragged myself to my apartment with a frown on my face. Maybe I pieced everything wrong? I mean what if it wasn't him who smashed the cab?

But all the damn pieces fit.

I've never felt so angry! I picked up a rock and threw it far over a high wooden fence.

“What the hell!” A man screamed from behind the gate.

“Shit!” I choked running looking back twice. I quickened my pace and turned the final corner and ran towards the building. I entered panting.

Making my way towards the elevator, Amira stopped me.

“Who's chasing you?” She joked. Little did she know that someone was in fact chasing me... at least I think he ran after me.

“No one.” I plastered a fake smile on my face and continued to my apartment.

Rolling my eyes I leaned against the elevator wall watching the doors close until someone stuck there hand in between the two stopping it. I banged on the close button.

“No. Dammit!” I mumbled. The doors opened anyway.

Stepping through was Eddie, Raimondo's father. He nodded at me and stood in the middle of the elevator with a newspaper in his hand. He focused on the gray paper and ignored my presence.

I creaked heal to toe a couple of times before speaking.

“What's up with Raimondo?” I arrogantly poked.

“Excuse me?” he lifted his eyes from the paper.

“Your son. What's wrong with him? I mean aside from the memory thing.”

I came off a bit rude even to myself. But in my defense I was only letting out steam and he was the only I knew that I could interrogate without fear of pissing him off. He was calmer than most people in this area.

The elevator stopped at the second floor.

“When you're ready to talk respectfully,” he started as calmly as possible, “you know where to find me.”

The elevator doors closed after him. What a verbal slap in the face! Does it serve me right, I wondered as I stopped in front of my door and stared down at the door knob. I pulled a bobby pin out of my hair and tried to pick the lock.

I felt around the inside with the pin... I didn't even know what I was searching for. Instantly giving up, I turned my attention to the crack between the door. The folded paper I put, in the morning, was still there. I pulled my key from my pocket and unlocked the door.

“Now wasn't that easier than trying to pick the lock!” I murmured slamming the door after me.

I checked for the other folded pieces. Everything was the way I left it.

Dropping myself on the sofa I let out a heavy sigh.

“I can't take this much shit,” I confessed to the ceiling.

I chuckled at my luck. This is exactly why I went out of my way not to make any female friends, I wasn't built for drama. There are absolutely no girlfriends in the history of Audrie Hawthorns. Who knew that men could cause just as much trouble in your mind as woman can.

Of course I learned to dislike female friends from my mother's relationship with her girlfriends. I've caught her best friend making out with dad when I was only ten, I never mentioned it and maybe it didn't matter anyway because I would always hear her back bite her best friend anyway. What difference would it make to prove the unfaithfulness of both of them. And my father disappointed me as well... that probably explains why I have no boyfriend.

I sighed again.

“My childhood is a Jerry Springer's episode.” I groaned covering my eyes with my arm.

________

After closing all the lights in the restaurant. For the second time, I checked to make sure all the doors were locked. My spine was bent, permanently. I couldn't wait to lay back in bed.

Sleepily, walking like a zombie, I made it to my apartment. I was so tired I didn't even realize Amira calling after me until I was unlocking the door to my apartment but by then it didn't matter. I entered and flicked the switch turning on the light.

I jumped as the light revealed a set of plates on my coffee table and jumped again as I noticed a figure leaning against the wall.

Jeff.

He had a blade in his hand slowly chopping away the tip of a pencil. Closing the blade, he placed it in his pocket and leaned off of the wall.

“I made dinner.”