With a fast beating heart, I glanced down at the mask and knife which were lying on the floor next to the stranger's limp body. My eyes pivoted back at his face once again as I slowly approached him.
"Hey," I whispered as I crouched down leaning over him, hesitantly stroking his forehead. "Oi." I tried again, shaking him a little. He remained still, lying on his stomach, his head facing me. His tall frame spread across a large space on my floor.
"Fucks sake." I looked around Isaiah's empty room, full of nothing but unpacked boxes, in panic. Swallowing, I gently turned the boy around so that he lay on his back instead, leaving a line of smudged blood on my floorboards. With a shaky hand, I lifted his black jumper up a little to stare at the damage. I felt sick as my eyes trailed over the purple/blue bruising skin of his toned stomach and then the deep gash in his lower abdomen which blood was oozing out of.
"Oh, Lord..." My eyes snapped back to his face to see a calm expression. It was as if he was sleeping, which was a transformation from the screw face he had been wearing a few minutes ago. I leaned down, putting my ear next to his mouth. I felt warm breath tickle my lobe, but it was slow.
"Do not fucking die on me," I hissed indecisive on whether to perform mouth to mouth. I had no clue as to what I was doing but I was glad that he had just fainted and was still conscious. Thoughts of Xavier were trying to emerge in my head but I did everything that I could to push them back down, vowing to myself that I wouldn't let this stranger die in my house - even if he had threaten me with a knife. My pocket began to vibrate and my shaky hand reached for my phone.
"Hello?" I sniffed, but I wasn't crying.
"Lola!?"
"Remy..." I sighed in relief ready to tell him about everything, but he spoke up again.
"Is he there?"
A frown formed on my face. Harsh wind filled the line and he sounded out of breath as if he was running. "Wait, what?"
"Joseph," he stressed. "Is he with you?"
"The boy that's been stabbed?" I asked, confused.
"Yeah."
"Oh my God!" I exclaimed, my face contorting to one of anger. "I should have fucking known! You sent him to my house, Remy!?"
There was only so much I could take. It seemed like with each passing day, Remy was getting me involved in his 'work' affairs and it was pissing me off. It wasn't my responsibility. Plus I had Zay.
"Look just calm down yeah?" He tried to diffuse the situation.
"No, I'm not going to fucking calm down," I hissed. "You've gone too far, Remy. How could you send him here? What am I supposed to do with him? There's blood everywhere. He's collapsed on my floor-"
"Lola, calm the fuck down and listen to me." He put a stop to my rant. "This is the last time, I swear, but you're the only person that I can trust right now. We were set up but I'll explain it to you later. Don't open your door for anyone. I'm coming now. I needed to sort something out. Make sure you cover the wound."
"Remy, I can't..." I started shaking my head as I stared back down at the guy.
"For me," he said.
I sighed and closed my eyes.
"I'll make it up to you, I promise."
Torn, I rubbed my face, clutching my phone tighter in my hand. I have never been so angry with him in my life, but his tone was one that I didn't recognise. Remy doesn't beg; and that was him doing just that. This was a big deal.
