Confessions of a Bitch

Double Bullet

If looks could kill, David Walker would be dead on the carpet. Liam remains there, standing beside him, watching me closely. This is wrong. This cannot be happening. There are many things I’d like to say to David Walker at the moment, but I keep my mouth closed.

“Like Liam stated, he’s here to help.” David says like it’s the most casual thing that has ever happened in his life.

“Help with what?” I ask incredulously, and on the verge of losing my temper.

“I’m here to help you deal with your problems.”

I almost burst out laughing at Liam’s words. “Since when did you become a therapist?”

Liam doesn’t seem to find it funny. I scowl at him in defense. 

Hotpants’ voice cuts through the thick wall of silence, “Take a seat.”

I watch from the corner of my eye as Liam sits on the sofa and slides his hands even deeper inside his pocket. He keeps on staring at me with his cold eyes, and I take my sit opposite him. I have no idea what he has in his pockets, so it won’t be a good idea to lose my shit at Hotpants just yet. Besides Liam looks like the kind of guy who would grab the television remote and kill someone with it, without a second thought.

“You’re fucked,” is the next thing he says as he pulls out a cigarette and lighter from his pocket. I raise an eyebrow. He raises his as well and smirks as he lights the cigarette. His eyes slowly scan his surroundings as he takes his first drag from the cigarette. I roll my eyes. If he has something good to say, he needs to hurry up and say it, because life is too short for this nonsense. Never mind the fact I am probably living on borrowed time.

“I’m all ears and eyes around this town. I know of your little time with Angel and your job with Macy.” I almost jump out of my skin when he mentions Angel. David casts me a brief glance from the corner of his eye. He’s pissed. I couldn’t care less.

My words come out more forceful and agitated than intended. “Okay, so you know everything. Now what?”

Liam puts the lighter back in his pocket. “Angel knows about you,” he points to me accusingly. “But he doesn’t know about your mate here. We need to make him invisible.”

I look at David for a moment. His eyes are hard and jaw is set. “How do you intend on doing that?” he asks.

Liam instantly replies, “You’re going to need to leave this town, or this house for that matter, before someone realizes your friend isn’t the only one living here.”

“We can arrange that.” David rests both feet on the table.

“What about me?” It’s a weak and stupid question, but I just had to ask.

“Carry on with whatever it is you’re doing. Don’t fuck up anything, and take care of your bullshit. Charlie isn’t going to keep his mouth shut forever.”