NINE
'Wouldn't it, you know, make more sense for me to clean off BEFORE you start stitching and tying me up?' I asked. Dexter sat back in the crappy hotel chair- I was on the table- and nodded. 'Yeah. Then I can know what I have to do.'
Standing I grabbed the towel off one of the beds and went through my bag of clothes.
'You know, it's not that I'm not happy you're here or anything,' I sighed and looked up. 'It's great to have you around again. But I could do all this stitching stuff.'
'Would you rather me leave?' He asked, but he was smiling.
'You tell me.' I said, grabbing some clothes and walking into the bathroom. Closing the door, I stuck my head out and said, 'Oh yeah. If you're going to leave suddenly, can you finish stitching me up first?'
'Sure.' He laughed.
'Thanks.' I shut the door.
'Hello?'
'Hello Dexter.' Ruby's voice sung happily down the line, and I shivered. 'What do you want...Gloria?'
'No, I'm Ruby.' She laughed.
'No you're not, you're just killing her slowly.' I spat.
'Oh, don't tell me you're upset too! See, I've played with Bella for so long, and I don't think she wants to play with me anymore.' I could hear the pout in her voice.
'Hey Dex!' I heard Trix yell over the sound of water pounding. 'What say you fix my face up and we go get something to eat? I'm starved!'
'What do you want, Gloria?' I spat.
'So now, I want to play with you.' She giggled. 'Ruby LOVED playing with you.'
'Leave Ruby alone you little bitch.' I snapped.
'Don't be mean to me, Dexter.' She warned. 'I don't play with mean people.'
'I'm not playing with you, you sick satanic hell spawn.' I spat.
'Why not? It could be fun...and we could talk about your sister and the Crossroads Demon.' She said.
'W-what?'
'You...don't know? You shouldn't have secrets.' She giggled. 'But maybe your game got more fun.'
'Don't talk to me, Gloria.' I snapped, and hung up.
'Yo Dex.' Bellatrix stuck her head around the door, blonde hair dripping. 'We eating or what?'
'Yeah. Hurry up and get dressed so I can fix your face.'
She laughed and ducked back inside.
'Mm, this is good.' I said around a mouthful and a half of burger that was dripping with fat and sauce. I chose to ignore the first part.
Dexter watched me with disgust. 'How can you eat that? Do you know how much disgusting things are in that?'
'Don't preach to me, College Boy.' I said, sucking down the milkshake like there was no tomorrow. Which, hey, there was, but it would run out before I knew it. Besides, I had less than a year to live! I could eat whatever the hell I wanted.
People who walked past stared at the stitches on my face and neck, and all the bandages around my arms.
'With the life we live, it's not like I'm going to get fat now, am I?' I asked, munching on some fries swimming in sauce.
'No, but it's still disgusting.' He shook his head.
I shrugged. 'I don't care.'
'Yeah, I know you don't, but it's so unhealthy! It can't be good for your heart, or just your health in general. It'll limit your life like you wouldn't believe.'
I looked up over the burger, shifting in the booth we sat in. Sunlight streamed in through the windows, and the parking lot was almost completely full outside.
'Yeah.' I muttered, dropping the burger. 'You're right.'
'So,' He leant forward. 'Seen as I'm going around with you, I want you to tell me what's going on with you and the Crossroads Demon.'
'You're with me to help kill all these Supernatural freaks, and to help me find dad. You don't ask questions along the way.' I snapped.
'You have to tell me eventually.' He sat back.
'No, I don't.' I shook my head. 'I don't have to tell you squat.'
'Did you and the demon have a thing?' He snickered.
I choked on my drink. 'What?' I coughed. 'You're sick!'
Dexter shrugged. 'Tell me.'
I sighed and shook my head. 'Dude, I'm tired, OK? After logging all those hours to see you, then up past Brisbane, then back here, then getting the shit beaten out of me, I'm whipped. I'll tell you, I promise...after I rest, OK?'
He clenched his jaw, only for a second, and I recognised it from somewhere.
'Fine.' He sighed.
'Great.' I let out a long breath and stood. 'You done?'
'Yeah.' He stood and walked out, and I left some money on the bench as I followed him.
