Cold ash

Chapter 5 - Connor

Chapter 5 - Connor

 

I stayed sat on the sofa after that annoying girl had left. I didn’t really want to move. How embarrassing, a girl came along and saved me. I shook my head just thinking about it. Okay, I had to sort myself out, I had college tomorrow. First day, what a great wimpy first impression I would make.

 

I held the wall as I stumbled across the room, so I was in front of a mirror, then I took my shirt off. Shit, I looked a mess. I wasn’t sure how to treat a burn, but all I knew was that that burn was pretty nasty.

 

Knock. Knock. Knock.

 

The door. Part of me didn’t want to answer it. It could be Carl. I limped over to my drawer and got out my gun, then went to the front door. I leant on the wall next to the door and opened it. Thank goodness. It was only Mark. “What the fuck happened to you, dude?” he asked straight away, looking me up and down. I looked down and realised I hadn’t put my shirt back on.

 

“Carl,” I went back into the main part of my flat and sat down on the sofa, wincing a little.

 

“Oh for goodness sake. Did you pay him your money for the week?” He asked, I shook my head and shoved a fag in my mouth.

 

“I haven’t payed him for a few weeks,” Mark raised an eyebrow at me then walked to the other side of the room.

 

“Are you kidding?” He stopped pacing then looked at me.

 

“No. I haven’t had the money, Mark.”

 

“Oh, and what about Derk’s gang? You payed them?” I looked to the floor slightly, then looked back up at me. He was so overprotective over me, he had known me for years, and he liked to call himself my older brother. Just because of the fact that he is twenty four and I’m eighteen.

 

“No. Like I said. I haven’t got the money to pay any of them,” Mark walked over to me and hit me round the back of the head. “Oh, yeah! Hit me! Not as if my stomach, face and fucking balls already hurt!” Mark bit his lip after I spoke then let out a laugh. “What?” I snarled.

 

“God, sorry. He hit you in the balls? That’s hilarious,” I rolled my eyes and shoved my fag in the ash tray.

 

“Why don’t I kick you in the balls and see how much you laugh then?”

 

“Sorry, Connor. What did he do to your stomach anyway? No offence, man, but it looks gross,” I rolled my eyes and shoved my shirt on so he’d stop looking at the burn.

 

“Just a lighter. Nothing much,” Mark let out an irritated laugh then started to pace again. I hated it when he paced, he paced when he was stressed, and it was the most annoying thing ever.

 

“That’s a burn? For goodness sake, I’m going to kill those dicks!”