XXIII. Red

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-Elijah Kamski—————"Fine

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-Elijah Kamski
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"Fine... Okay. So if Gavin did say that, then what did you say to him first?"

"I asked him if he was happy with the lies he was telling." I threw the food bag on the ground and concentrated on the man in front of me. He stared me down with a sexy glare as he tried to get to the bottom of his case. The man hummed and looked to the dark glass. "What?" I asked as he looked back to me.

"Just admit what you did. Admit you put the gun to his head, that you beat him and left him there to die." I finally took a glance at his name tag and leaned back into the chair.

"Listen Mister Hard," I cringed at his last name. "I will admit I put my hands on him and that I put my gun on him. I have good reasoning for everything I do." He smirked and looked down below the table. "He was harassing me. Saying weird things to me and stealing my things."

"Natalia Dawn Anderson, I believe you." He slides me a blue folded up sticky note. I unfold it as best as I could with a smile. YES!!!

"Thank you!" I smile at the note. I have never been so pleased. I look through the glass and smile to Elijah. I was so insanely happy to have my work back.

"You are free to go I suppose." Hard shrugged and dismissed me. He walks over and undoes my cuffs. I stared up to him with shock and eagerness. I could kiss this man right now. I won't though because I know Elijah is right out those doors and he would kick my ass for doing so. I stand from the table and hug the man I once hated. His heart was beating faster than normal, and I thought that was kind of funny.

I look around the office and saw my father at the front doors with a smile. I run towards him and wrap my arms around him, "Where is Elijah?" I ask and looks around the office once more. My dad sighed and released me from his grasp.

"He didn't show up." My dad tells me and puts his hands in his pockets. Fuck... "Don't ask me where he is either, I don't talk with that fucker." My cheeks went red with anxiety. I walk outside and decided to call Elijah.

"Hello?" He answered as if he hadn't checked the caller ID. I sighed and looked around.

"Where are you Elijah?" I asked while washing away the anger rising in my throat. He sighed and resisted saying anything for a couple seconds.

"I am doing business. I have a few things I have to get done. I have a life too Talia." My heart sank. Why did he sound so angry at me? I have done nothing wrong.

"Elijah, I don't want your fucking attitude. I just got out and i'm not in the mood t-" The phone beeped and I knew Elijah had hung up the phone. I closed my eyes and counted to ten before opening them back up. I stomped back into the office and go to the cell room. Hard stood by the cell while he spoke to Gavin. "Mister Hard?" I asked. If Elijah was gonna be a dick, I might as well be one right back. He turns to me with a glimmer in his eyes.

"Call me Josh." He turned to me as his badge flashed gold. I walked towards him and wrap my arms around his neck. "Oh no Talia." He gave me a dirty glare.

"What the fuck?" Gavin cursed and banged onto the glass.

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After making out with Josh I was starting to get bored. That's all I wanted, real memories of me making out with someone other than him. "Alright." I pull away from Josh with a deep breath. "I'm going home. Have fun with you wife!" I grab my jacket and exit the room. I now see why they call him Mister Hard. I get inside my dads car and await him to come out from the office. I checked the time as see he gets off of work... Now. He walks out of the building and glared at me. He gets into the car and looks over to me.

"Did you just fuck that guy?" He asked with a shocked expression. I rolled m eyes and pulled my seat belt on. Of course I didn't, but I just ignored the question.

"Take me home." I crossed my arms and encouraged my dad to drive.
      After ten minuets of driving we arrived back to Hank's house. I had shut off my phone because I didn't want to deal with it right now. When I laid down on the couch I turned it back on with this strange feeling going through my body. I had six missed calls from Elijah and about one hundred text messages from him.

"Talia?" He answered just like he does most times. I rolled my eyes and flipped him off through the phone.

"What the fuck do YOU want?" I asked with an attitude. He was causing me to turn into someone I have never been before. "Because last time we talked it seems like you were to busy with work to want to speak to me." I sat up from the couch.

"I was at your office and that one man came up to me. He said he 'Got into Talia's pants.' What the hell?" My face went red as anxiety went throughout me. There was still a part of me that wanted me to not tell Elijah.

"Umm." I didn't know what to say, one because the man certainly didn't get into my pants, and two because I DID THIS TO ELIJAH KAMSKI. "I don't know what to say." He scoffed and hung up the phone again. I screamed into the pillow before a loud fist banged on my door. I wiped my face off and walked to the door. Elijah stood there, looking to me  with his normal glare filled with hatred. "Heyyyyy." I dragged on as I tried to avoid it.

"Get in the fucking car Talia."

"O-Okay." I skrrt to his car with a red face. He could tell that too.

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