The Devil's Moon (Finished)

Chapter 7

A few months had past and Foggy and I had gotten a lot closer. We spent almost all our free time together. He was my only friend, unfortunately, Matt had become more distant as he became closer to Elektra. According to Foggy he had even been missing classes as he was too busy running around the world with her. It was our typical Friday night at the bar we were about five bears in catching up on everything that has happened in the last week. Foggy life was a lot more interesting than mine. He was going to school and taking interviews for an internship at fancy ass law firms. While I just got fired from another job at another shitty ass bar. I was starting to think maybe I should just get a job here.

"You should really think about going to school," Foggy said to me as he leaned his head on his hands that were placed on the bar.

"For what? What could I...what could I? What where we talking about?" I asked I was having a challenging time keeping my thoughts straight.

"I don't know." He replied as we stared at each other for a few seconds before both breaking into a loud laugh that caused a few people to glare at us.

"What you looking at!" I yelled at the group who was looking at us.

"Shh." Foggy hissed at me as he looked at him to the other people.

"Sorry, my friend is a little angry." He says to them.

I roll my eyes at him as I slam my fist into his arm.

"Owww, I take it back she's really angry, all the time." He corrects himself before laughing at his own joke.

"I hate you Foggy," I say as I take a shot of some brown liquor that the bartender handed to me.

"No, you don't you love me. I'm your only friend." He replied.

"I love...no...one," I said to him as I slurred my words a little in response.

"Matt." He said causing me to let out a loud sigh of annoyance.

"No, not even him. He's too busy rubbing elbows with the rich and important. He can't even meet us for drinks. Screw him.†I snapped at Foggy.

"No, it's Matt," Foggy said as he pointed behind me.

I quickly turned around in my chair and almost fell over in the process. Once I steadied myself I looked towards the door to see that he was standing there. He was in the doorway looking in our direction. He did not have on his glasses which made me think he must have lost them. He never didn't have them on, not since we were kids. He looked really upset, his eyes were red and puffy as if he had been crying.

I could see that his knuckles were bruised and even a little bloody as if he had gotten into a fight. I could not help but wonder who would have started a fight with a blind man because Matt sure wasn't the violent type.

"Hey, Matts here!" Foggy yelled out in excitement being way to intoxicated to register Matts physical and emotional state, but not me. I felt completely sober now and fully aware of my friend's needs.

"Foggy calm down. Matt doesn't want to deal with your drunk ass. Why don't you come have a drink?" I said to him considering he was still standing near the doorway.

I could visibly see him let out a large exhale. A sigh of relief when I did not drill him on where he has been. When I did not yell at him for abandoning us for that bitch.

"What are we having?" Matt asked as he sat down on the empty stool next to us.

"Cheap, and disgusting, like always," I said as I handed him a beer.

I could not help but hold onto the bottle for a few seconds longer than I normally would as I examined his knuckles. He seemed to notice as he quickly pulled away and pulled down his sleeves as he tried to hide his hands from view. I was left sitting there wondering how he knew what I was looking at. He was really the most observant blind person in the entire world.

"Well not like always. Not for Matt." Foggy said just as Matt was about to take his first sip.

I turned to look at Foggy whose whole demeanor had seemed to change.

"He has been hanging out with them, with the rich and famous. He has been drinking the good stuff while we sat here every week drinking this shit!" He yelled as he stood up and almost fell over, his head obviously spinning.

"Hey lay off Foggy!" I snapped back.

"No, he's right. I should have been around more. I just got so swept up in it all. In her." He said as if he wanted to say more but could not get the words to form.

"You love her, love makes you do stupid things. Trust me I know, I have been there and done that. And Foggy you don't need to be given him shit for it." I told him hating how quickly I always come to his aid even when I want to yell at him and tell him how much he hurt me.

None of that mattered though because something was very wrong with him and I needed to know what, so I could fix it.

"Okay, okay, our we ever going to actually get to have a real conversation with Electra?" Foggy asked him as he attempted to be nicer.

"No," Matt answered before finally taking a swig of his beer.

"Why what happened?" I asked him hoping that he had left her.

"She left." He answered in a very hushed voice.

"Oh, shit that sucks," Foggy said being totally inconsiderate.

"So, you decided to punch the wall?" I could not help but ask him needing to know what happened to his hands.

"Yeah, it been a rough night." He responded before drinking some more.

"Well, then it's time for more drinks and less punching shit," I told him causing him to chuckle.

"The three amigos are back together." Foggy suddenly shouted out before pulling the two of us into a hug.

"The three amigos?" Matt asked.

"Yeah, people call us that," Foggy replied.

"No one calls us that," I responded before laughing all my own.

"Were more like the three stooges." I added on causing the others to laugh as well.

"It's great to have you back," Foggy said to Matt.

"It's great to be back," Matt replied to him as we all broke apart and went back to our drinks.