Remembering Raimondo (Complete)

Fool me once

Not being able to hold myself up any longer, I slid down to the floor of the truck. Who knew Jeff could be capable of murdering someone without thinking twice about it.

Austin. Amira, and almost everyone else who warned you about him. The voice in my head arrogantly answered my own question.

It's like I can never listen to them. But I have my reason for being so gullibly stupid. One minute he's tackling attackers off of me, and patching up wounds and the next minute he's locking me in a truck and shooting a guy without reason.

I can't really blame myself for trusting someone who earns my trust long enough to fool me.

Well now you know the pattern.

"Fool me once, shame on me." I murmured clutching my side.

The pain from the wound was still unbearable. He could've taken me to a bloody hospital, it's not like I was hiding from the authorities. Asshole can't even use his brain.

Just as I was about to close my eyes, a phone began to ring.

A phone, I sat upright.

"Ahh," I pressed on the stitched area. "Dammit." I needed to take it easy.

The phone continued to ring.

Slowly I pushed my weight against the inside of the truck and picked myself up. I dragged myself towards the ringing. I needed to get that phone even if it meant I had to go through intolerable pain to reach it. Jeff was going to pay.

I pulled the handle to the drivers side and opened the door. It took all the energy in me to climb onto the seat of the car. Damn SUV's. If he had his sports car, I could've just dropped myself onto the seat.

The ringing stopped.

"No no no. Dammit." I need that phone.

I reached for Jeff's duffel bag and unzipped it. I couldn't see a thing. It was too dark in here.

The phone began to ring again. I felt the vibration. Feeling my way inside the bag, I tried to find it.

My fingers touched something hard, I pulled it out of the bag and squinted. Nope, I shook my head, This certianly isn't a phone, I tossed the blade onto the passanger seat. Jeff either had good reason for having all these weapons, or he was an animal. Animal meaning predator.

I continued to feel for the phone. Just as I was getting close to it, it stopped ringing. But that was okay because as soon as it stopped ringing my fingers touched something else cold. It must be the phone. I pulled it out. Feeling for a button, I pressed a random one and the screen came on lighting below my hands. I flipped the phone so that the screen was pointing at my face. It was an iPhone. I slid the arrow to the right.

I exhaled. Yes, no passcode.

I clicked on the app that directed me to call history. The number to the person that was just calling was unknown. Just as I was about to use the phone to call Meric, it began to ring again.

I answered.

"Finally. I was beginning to think you bled to death." Jeff laughed.

Ignoring the jackass I hung up on him. But it didn't take long before he called again.

Answer or Ignore. Hmmm that's not too hard of a decision to make. I clicked Ignore.

I went back to the keyboard and dialed the first 4 digits when the phone began to vibrate.

New Text message. I opened it.

You don't want to keep doing that.

It was from Jeff.

Doing what?

I replied.

Seconds later he replied.

I am warning you. I will give you one more chance to pick up.

Don't even bother-

I began to text before the phone rang. Not intending to pick up, I allowed it to ring.  

There was no question. I knew this would really piss him off. As much as he enjoyed ignoring people, Jeff does not like to be ignored.

Ok.

Ok? What is that supposed to mean. I'm sure that it's not him accepting the situation. That would defy the very asshole code of conduct he lived by.

Whatever he was planning, I will be prepared for. Right now I needed to contact Meric. But first...

I put the phone between my thighs and went back to digging through his bag. The blade was not good enough. I needed something more... quick. I was hoping to find a gun but came up with nothing. I guess the blade would just have to do...