Black N Blue (CURRENTLY EDITING)

Chapter 15

The ride to New Jersey was way too long causing me to glance at Carrie multiple times at her indifferent expression. Despite witnessing a murder, I was surprisingly alright. I felt weak and exhausted. Perhaps from the medication I was due to take for my injuries. I noticed my swelling on my face had gone down which gave me a handful of pro and cons but maybe I needed to be reconizable to make my attack more intense and personal. I wanted them to see me then again I almost felt ashamed. I should be though because I didnt ask for it- wait yes I did. I asked for it when I got the tattoo. But I had good reason- I did it for Anthony. Even the slightest memory of him brought an ache all over my body. It was too early to call it love, maybe just a lust infacutation. It couldnt be love. I could tell myself that it was but it wasnt socially correct. I needed him to see him, I needed to look into the soft deep sea blue eyes that would console me , show me that he was okay and to verify that I was living. I survived. I wanted to feel his arms wrapped around me and even though my world was crashing down, our love would wrangle together to disannul everything else around us. Just me and him.

The police car felt awfully crowded, with Webster and Waley in the front and Carrie and I in the back,

I felt like I needed rest but the drive wasnt terribly long. Now we were only a few minutes away from a nearby restaurant since Waley was hungry.

And I was too emotional to stay to eat. Even though I gave them my word.

I snuck away. Taking Websters gun and determined to find them myself. Could I get arrested for this? I didnt know. I took Carrie with me, took a cab and told her to tell me where to go. "Are those two bafoons going to be angry?" She asked, as I undid her handcuffs with the key I snuck in my pocket. Carrie rubbed her wrists and looked behind the vehicle- we werent being followed. "Perhaps. But enough chit-chat. Where are they?" I asked, trying to fight the exhaustion. "David and them will be at a bar. As usual. I ain't really trying to get in trouble for your mistakes but I dont care anymore." She had a thick accent and her English was terrible. "A bar?" I ask, looking towards the driver. "Yeah. David owns it, it's also a tattoo parlor. Just like the one at home." She replies easily. "How close are you with David?"

"We werent terribly close. But I knew of him and met him a few times. But enough with the bullshit, do you wanna go see him or not?" She said scoffing and crossing her arms. I press my lips together and inhale, "Tell the driver," I said simply. "Sir, make a right on Cherry Street, take the first left and go all way down. It will be on your right." She said to the driver and I laid back and I waited.

And waited.

After almost an hour of driving, we arrived at the small bar. Outside smelt of cigarettes, alcohol and broken dreams. Drunken males and females stumbled out of the front door, mumbling about an ex or a lost job. I shook my head sadly as Carrie lead me inside to a very crowded bar area and she motioned towards the back. "I'll keep your identity on the DL and let you know where he's headed. Keep your glasses on and get a drink or something. You look like you need one." She said, handing me my sunglasses then vanishing into the crowd. I stood there for a moment, putting on my sunglasses then slipping deeper into the drunken people before my eye caught the tattoo artist. She was an older woman and I glanced back down at my tattoo. Maybe I could change it. I didnt want this as a reminder anymore. I walked towards her, trying to change how my voice really was because Gale told me, "Dont trust anybody." And maybe that was for the best. "Here for a tat?" The women asked me, her voice was husky and deep and I swear I saw an adams apple. "Tat change," I say, was that how you said it? I didnt know slang that well. She turned her lips up and nodded, "Oh. You have an ex's name?" She asks and I blush, "No. It was an accident." I correct shyly and she nods for me to follow her in the back and to sit on a stool. "Let me see what you have there." She says, offering me to show her the tattoo. I extend my hand and lift my finger, hoping to God she doesnt reconize it. "Odd tattoo girly. Crazy night out?" She must've come across some interesting characters and I just nod attentively. "You dont have to change it. It looks like a French design."

"A French design?" I ask quietly and she nods. "Like how Egyptians used to have hieroglyphics. French people were also very expressive, certain shapes and symbols meant certain things." She explained to me and I turned my head up, "What does a triangle mean?" I ask softly how she takes out her equipment. "What people here in the United States think it means." She said chuckling. " Illumianti?" I guess quietly. She burst into more laughter, "Something along those lines. But it's power and holds liberty." Well that sounded familiar. "A circle?" I ask nervously. "It's like a form of unity. Connection. And since it all goes together it shows protection." I smile softly and look down at the imprintment. He wanted to protect me? How contradictional. "What about the dot in the middle?" I add, looking up. "The French were and still are dramatic and very couture. Everything was a certain way, it was percise and it had to be. It was the adjective of perfection. I'm guess the positioning was put that way for a reason. It looks like you have a very special tattoo. It isnt cliche." She says smiling up at me with soft dark eyes. I press my lips together and wonder if I really wanted to change that.

Yes.

I did. "Can you add another dot next to it. I'll say it's a smiley face or something." I said chuckling and she nodded approvingly. "Sure. I wont even charge you." She said with a smile.

After about 5 minutes, more intoxicated people flooded in demanding tattoos on their foreheads and upper breasts. I got my irrelevant tattoo and was on my way to find Carrie. I strided towards the other side of the building towards the back where I came to a half opened door. The loud rambuctious sounds from the bar wasnt as loud, it became muffled and I could hear my accomplice murderer speaking. "Gale told me the girl's alive." It was David and I felt anger boil inside me. My bottom lip quivered as I whispered curse words under my breath. "I havent seen her." It was Carrie's voice. She was covering for me! Just like she said. "Well, I think we might as well take out her friend- Courtney. Send the video to Anthony. I know he's looking for me." David sounded amused- like he was on the verge of laughter. What the hell? This man deserved to have his balls cut off slowly and put in a blender then forced to drink it. I wanted to destroy this mans entire existance. "He shouldnt be far away." It was a new voice and I reconized it easily. It was Nick.

That son of a bitch. "Send the video of Ellie to him. We can push him over the edge. If he see's it. We have nothing to worry about." David assured softly. "What do you mean?" Carrie asked curiously. "When he was 13 and tried to take me down, we showed him the video of what he did to his mother. He went to commit suicide but when Vince came alone that stopped him. I want rid of him. If he kills himself thats less blood on my hands." David explained.

My heart broke, my mind was crumbling down, my body couldnt contain the pain, the visions of Anthony holding a gun to his head, a knife to his wrist or possibly his feet at the edge of a cliff, ready to jump. I had to blink back the tears in my eyes and choke on the wail of sorrow I was ready to wail. Why would they do such a thing? "I thought you showed him the video when he was younger?" Carrie asked, loudly. I didnt want to hear another damn thing. "We did. The first rape when it was just Nick. We didnt kill her that time. It was with warning, when we were holding her hostage." Nick raped Anthony's mother? This was so fucked up. More than I bargained for. I stepped away from the door, ready to turn on me heels and run. But to where? "Why are you so keen on killing him?" It was a question I was surprised Carrie would ask. Shouldnt I be asking that? Why make his life a living hell? Why hurt him? "What kind of uncle are you?" She added. Wait- uncle? "Anthony being my nephew has nothing to do with it. It's nothing against him really. Just his dad." It was the flourished anger that drove me to bust through the door. It was the rush of adrenaline surging through my body that caused me to burst through the door with the gun in my hands and screamed, "I'm going to fucking kill you!"

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A/N next chapter shit goes dizzydown

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