Bad versus Bad

Chapter Twenty-Five

Havyn's P.O.V.

Another month flies by of senior year. Kai has been able to move around like normal again, but he still refuses to go to the tracks, which means that he isn't letting me go either. Every move I make, he makes. I know that he is trying to protect me, but in all honesty it got annoying and fast. Kai told the rest of our friends about Griffin and Marcel, except he left the part out about the murder he witnessed. The only reason he told them was so that they would all be super cautionary. If something were to happen to any of us, I know Kai would never forgive himself for it.

I still haven't seen Mark since the night he put me in the hospital. My wishful thinking is that he staying away out of shame and guilt, even though that seems likely. Not once has he ever felt ashamed about beating me. Sometimes I have a strange nagging sensation in the pit of my stomach when I think of him. It is almsot like something ins't right about his tardiness. Sure he has gone on business trips before, however not any that last over three and half months. I talked to Kai a few weeks ago about calling the cops, but he talked me into waiting. He told me to give it another two weeks, and that time is quickly passing by. The countdown is down to a day.

"What are you thinking about?" Kai asks, snapping me from my thoughts.

"Honestly?" I question. He nods. "Mark."

"What, why?" he asks, curiously.

"If he doesn't show up by tomorrow, then I am going to call the police," I respond, rubbing my sweaty palms together. "I just know that something is right here. Surely he would have stopped by to beat the shit of me for being suspended from school...again."

"If he doesn't show up by tomorrow, then we will call the cops," he assures me, rubbing my shoulders. "I still find it strange that you even really care. I would think you would be happy that he hasn't shown up in a while."

"Oh, I am trust me," I say, leaning back onto his chest. I need to be close to him right. "Sadly he is still my Father, and it is my sort of well obligation to know where he is. Don't get me wrong, I would be happy if the bastard never showed his face around here again. There is a small nagging feeling that is telling me that something just isn't right. I don't know if it has to do with him or not, I just know that it is really peculiar that he hasn't shown up lately. Maybe I should leave him another voicemail."

"Your last ten weren't very nice," he points out, chuckling to himself. "If I do recall correctly, you left a message that basically told him you hated his guts, but you still wanted to know where he was."

I do hate him.

"I guess we will find out tomorrow," I say, dropping the conversation. "Besides it is a Friday night, we shouldn't be pondering over my deadbeat Father. We should be out doing something fun. The tracks would be a good place to get our minds off of things."

Kai stiffens.

"We are not going to the tracks, Havyn," he whispers, stroking my hair. "Griffin or Marcel could be there, and this time they might not be alone. They tried killing me the last time we went. I am just lucky that I had my helmet on, or I would be in a casket right now six feet in the ground. Lets not forget that they threatened you, too. If something were to happen to you I-."

"Would never forgive yourself," I finish his sentence.

"I am not trying to be one of those overly protective boyfriends," he sighs. "I just want to keep you safe, Havyn."

"I know," I nod. "But we can't stay cooped up in a house all the time. We have lives and friends. Hiding away would be cowardly, and neither one of us are cowards. We are bad asses, remember?" I get a chuckle for his response. "I am serious, Kai. We aren't going to hide away forever, so let's go out tonight."