Scattered

Good riddance

Chapter twelve

I couldn’t believe Jimmy was in my house, talking such shit.

            He’d lost.

            “Leave.” I said coldly.

            He opened his mouth to protest but a ringing noise came from his pocket. He answered his cell almost immediately. “What?” he spat, then after a moment, all fury drained from his face. “I’ll be there.”

            Adrianna stepped forward. “You got your gun?”

            Jimmy bit his lip and shook his head. I looked to and from them. “What’re you…”

            Adrianna cut me off. “You picked this bag up and just threw some clothes in didn’t you?”

            “Yeah,” Jimmy shrugged, “I wouldn’t look through your shit.”

            She walked over to the bag and reached into the bottom, she pulled out a gun and handed it to him. “Be careful and bring this back to me. I really fucking love my gun.”

            “Oh don’t worry I’ll be back.”

            He left and Adrianna and I stood in silence, which she broke. “He’s got to go sort some shit out and our gang don’t take knives to fights.” She said it so calmly and simply, I wondered how often this happened.

            “When will he be back?” I asked as she started putting on some clothes.

            Adrianna shrugged as she pulled on a pair of jeans. “Probably a few days…he has a thing about me seeing him bruised up. And no matter what he always gets bruised up.”

            She turned to me then, her eyes filled with worry. I didn’t think she loved Jimmy the way he wanted her to love him, but she did love him.

            We ate pizza and watched TV, all the while Ryan and Frankie stayed out of our way, Adrianna didn’t talk much and neither did I. The days that followed were the same. No one really talked at all and I began to worry about Adrianna, we all worked and all she did was cook, clean and sleep.

Adrianna’s POV

Eight days, it’d been eight days since he’d left and I was worried. He was practically my family and I wanted him to be okay. He didn’t call, then again Jimmy never did. It was around two in the morning and I couldn’t sleep. Billie lay beside me, totally knocked out after the ridiculous amounts of sex we’d been having over the past week.

            I smiled at him. He was so beautiful. I got up, ready to make myself a cup of tea and sit with Frankie. I walked into the living room and there he was, sat on the couch.

            “Hey, can’t sleep again?” He asked taking a sip of beer.

            I shook my head. “Not tonight.”

            He passed me a beer and I sat beside him, it’d become second nature to sit with Frankie. Sometimes Ryan sat with us, but mostly it was me and Frankie. We’d become good friends. “Hey, he’s going to be okay you know.”

            I bit the inside of my cheek, feeling tears rise up. “I really hope so…God am so fucking annoyed at myself.” I started crying then and Frankie put his beer down and put an arm around me immediately. “I do nothing but sit …and am sad all day.”