Mindful(l)

Chapter 12: The Tale Twists Into A Terrible Turn

KANNA's P.O.V.: 

Marlo's car drove behind my Vespa as we made our way to my house. He seemed to be having fun behind the wheel, after all, he'd only started driving in late Octorber and hadn't grown tired of it yet. He caught up to me and rolled down the window, making a satisfactory grin.

"Having fun?" I said rhetorically. He chuckled and pressed his foot on the accelerator with a "Bye bye, Mo' fo'!" Ugh, he was enjoying the fact that my scooter couldn't go as fast as his car. If only he didn't know where I lived... Ugh. 

As I arrived, his car was parked next to the entrance gate with him still inside. I noticed that he wasn't able to go inside since I was the resident and the guard didn't let him through. I stopped in front of the gate and looked to my left, waving at the guard. 

"He's with me." I pointed at the Chevrolet behind me. 

"Ya sure? Never would've thought you'd have a boyfriend like that. He sure looks... Suspicious." he replied.

"Yeah, that's what got me interested in the guy in the first place. He's a vault of secrets, really. But, nothing I can't handle. He's a playboy, after all." I assured him. 

Hesitantly, he let us through, giving Marlo some warning glares. I suppressed laughter and made a right turn around the park and into my driveway, taking out my remote to open the garage and put the Vespa inside. Marlo parked his car on the street and followed after me. I picked up my keys and opened the door. He seemed to be looking around for someone and didn't notice that it was open. 

"Well? Get your ass in here!" I screamed rather impatiently. 

"Sheesh, you don't have to be so mean about it!" He suddenly snapped back to reality.

It seemed as if he was looking for Nancy, and he probably was. As if he hadn't had enough of her already when he was shoving his tongue down her throat. Anyways, he sat on the couch and looked around the place with curiosity.  As I noticed this, I asked: "What?  Is it not fancy enough for you, rich boy?''

''Actually, it looks a lot like the house I used to live in with my mother.  It wasn't as big as the place that I have now, but it sure was less lonely. We'd always have company over there, good or bad...'' He seemed to have drifted away again. Lately, the guy had been losing himself in thought more often, which was extremely weird and exasperating. After a while, he picked up some CDs from my coffee table and entertained himself with them.  I went into the kitchen and took out some crackers and chips.

"So, what do you want to know about me today?" I tossed him some chip bags and plopped myself next to him. He opened a Doritos bag and munched on them, his face pensive with what to say. But, instead of saying anything, he let go of the bag and pulled my shirt up to the lowest part of my ribcage. 

"It's gone," he said, looking at my bare stomach with a puzzled look.  "How'd your bruises heal so fast?" he looked at me [Remember the Vespa incident? Yeah, those bruises].

"I dunno, it's the twenty-first century, maybe they magically disappeared." I emphasized my sarcasm. He let go of my shirt and sat back with a sigh. 

"No wonder you're still single... Such a temper. Tisk, tisk, tisk." He chuckled. My fist was a few seconds away from smashing his face. 

"So, anyone else living here?" 

"To be honest, I live alone. You could say that my dad's like a Secret Service agent, (or something like that) so he's not here much. That's why the state pays for the house and I get a monthly allowance of five hundred dollars for my living expenses . I guess it's fine but I'd prefer a smaller place, this is hard to clean." I explained.