Okay story time!! Cleaning products are the BANE of my existence! I know that they need to be child-proof but seriously I swear sometimes they are like adult proof! I was trying to open the Clorox spray one and really it says pull up, then turn, then pull up again. So I do this.
What is supposed to happen: the top comes off so you can refill the bottle.
What happened to me: the pad of my middle finger got caught and sliced right down the middle because the container pulled the skin and crushed it. The upside is that I don't need stitches, it wasn't too deep so they used that liquid bandaid thing to cover it up.
That is all for story time, enjoy.
Chapter 59 – Fragments (Samson Conrad POV) Pt. 5
The bar lights dim and flicker just as Rafael pushes the double doors out, but two steps outside of the building, a new group of individuals come to stand before us, Davis, Xan and Sunny behind us. With our abrupt stop, Fatima moves closer to my side, Luca blocking those in front of us from even so much as getting a glimpse of Fatima.
Bouncing over, Xan and Davis much calmer walk to the group, "These are our family, others settled here with us," Sunny says, pulling a light caramel skin tone man with her, a darker man behind him.
I hold back a groan. We went from three people inside to twelve people outside; all eyeing Fatima, but Davis Phillips takes control. "Fatima, these are those that risked their life with Dmitri to rescue you," Davis waves a hand at the group. I frown, but when they take a step towards Fatima, she takes one back, her face unreadable.
"Wasn't she like five or younger when you all decided to rescue her?" Rafael asks confused. No, just faux puzzlement I catch on when the innocence on his face grows.
"I mean, she was five, and locked up, I'm sure she didn't ask you to come to her aid. You were adults that went looking for Fatima, maybe stop acting like she owes you something," Rafael blurts out purposely when the group ignored him. "But, what do I know?" he shrugs.
"I'm just human."
"We aren't – they aren't doing that!" Sunny denies, "We're just all excited, it's been a long time coming," she says looking at the darker skinned man.
Fatima and I follow her gaze.
"Hello dear," the older man says, his eyes on Fatima solely. "I'm Sunny's pops, Bo," he points to himself, voice low rough. Looking away from him, I look at our location, the conversation we were having and the lack of care that we might be overheard. Looking through the window to where we had been sitting, again surrounded by humans. Maybe... did these supernaturals come out to those in the town?
Then again it wasn't like we were shouting or the humans were stopping to openly listen to us speak.
Fatima nods slowly and one by one, the eight people left introduce themselves but hold their spot on the sidewalk. Our truck not too far away, Luca presses the on button, roaring it to life.
"Look we need to get going," he says the five of us moving in unison.
"You're leaving?" the woman that introduced herself as Gloria asks, her accent thick, the 'r's' in her word lingers and even sounds as though it's been carried into the second word. "Have you already discussed the Union and – and where is Dmitri?" she continues peering behind us before lifting her nose in the air and sniffing.
The Union? My heart feels like a horse galloping right out of the gates, hooves pounding the dirt.
"And Fatima is injured," Xan announces, his face a mixture of concern and... overall strangeness.
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