Cross My Heart

Wounds Always Cut Deep

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BECKETT

Hack! The sound of metal hitting wood. Hack!

"What kind of-"

Hack!

"...bastard-"

Hack!

"...does something like that?"

Hack! 

I split the last block of wood before putting the axe down and turned to Sasha, who was sitting on a tree stump, with her head turned up to the sun. 

"Gee, thanks for the help," I said, as I scooped the last of the split wood into my arms and set it down next to the big pile of wood I had just finished cutting. 

"Beck, if you wanted my help you should've just asked. I'm not a mindreader, you know? And we're also not twins."

"What does that have anything to with this?"

"Twins can read each other's minds. It's telekinesis."

"You mean telepathy?"

"What's the difference?"

"Telekinesis," I said, sitting down on the cool grass, "is the ability to move objects with your mind. Telepathy is being able to share information with someone through the mind."

"Ohhhh," Sasha said. "The first one is so much cooler."

"You have too much free time on your hands, Sasha."

"Well, excuse me, Miss I'm-too-busy-because-I-have-a-job."

I smiled. 

"How'd you even get a job? Hold someone at gunpoint?"

"Please. That would be savagery." 

"So, how'd you manage it? And that to at Pete's Grill? That man is scarier than the Devil himself."

"Well..." I said, my mind jumping back to two weeks ago.

"Hello?" I said, as I knocked on the front door of Pete's Grill. The owner had asked me to come before opening so he could interview me. I don't know what I was so nervous about but my hands were slightly shaking. Maybe because this was my first ever job interview.

I knocked again but there was no answer. I scanned the sidewalk to my right and left so see if maybe the owner was running late. I was about to leave when I heard yelling. 

I walked around to the back of the building to see four men. One man was short but bulky, veins popping out as he talked.

"The boss wants his money, Darius."

"I already paid him back. Every cent. Every penny. I don't owe him nothing!" The man, Darius, struggled against another man, tall but built, who had him in a choke hold. 

The man standing next to Bulky threw a punch to Darius' gut. 

I knew I shouldn't get involved and was about to leave when I caught sight of  'Pete's Grill" printed on the apron of the man called Darius. 

I took a deep breath before I entered the alley. This was either going to end badly for me or them. 

"Is there a problem here?" I asked.