Bad Man

Chapter Six

Buzzzzzz....Buzzzzz....Buzzzzzz............

I am startled by the sound of my phone ringing bringing me from my deep sleep, I rest my head in my hands, still slightly confused and not fully awake"Oh God" I groan. I grab my phone which is on the floor and answer it "Hello" I mumble as I rub my temple trying to relieve my headache. " Annora, why haven't you answered my texts? " Devan demands through the phone, I open one eye and squint in the bright room "What?" I say, my brain not functioning "I said.....WHY HAVEN'T YOU ANSWERED MY TEXTS ANNORA" Devan shouts through the phone, I pull my phone away from my ear as my eardrums ring. "Jesus" I mutter as I see my screen light up and see the many texts from Devan.

I bring the phone back to my ear "Sorry....." I say as I slowly get up from the floor. I groan as my back protests, "I was asleep" I add. I hear Devan mumble something but I can't catch it, I walk to the Kitchen and pop open some painkillers. There is a long silence on the phone as I swallow the pills dry. "Annora.... are you hungover?" Devan questions, a small smile forms on my lips "I wish" I mutter "What was that?" Devan says. I roll my eyes " Yes Devan, I am hungover. I went out with the girls last night and had too much to drink and fell asleep" I lie smoothly. Devan chuckles "Annora do you ever learn, you and alcohol don't mix. I swear it's a love-hate relationship." Devan laughs. "Well, thanks for that but I have to get ready for work" I say leaning on the bench. "Devan hums in response "Okay little one, but how about me and you meet up on Sunday for lunch?" Devan asks. I smile "Sure that sounds nice," I say back,  "Great, well I'll text you the details. Stay hydrated Now, bye sweetheart" Devan shouts through the phone and hangs up. A shiver makes it way down my spine when Devan calls me sweetheart.

"Sweetheart".........

I run a hand through my hair and sigh deeply "Sweetheart" I say with distaste, I clench my hand into a fist and make my way into my bedroom and lie on my bed. "What a fucking psycho" I mutter as I open the unknown text from last night and block the number. I feel a tiny bit better after doing so "Maybe I should change my number and only tell those who need to know." I say into the empty room. I go to my contacts and bring up Granny's number and click call. "Annora my sweet child." Gran answers on the first ring. "Hi gran," I say back "Are you alright deary, you never call me before work. Do you need a ride, I'll come pick you up now. Patrick!! look after the cafe for a few minutes......." Gran shouts "Gran... Gran" I say but she keeps talking "GRAN" I yell into the phone and finally there is silence "Gran I don't need a ride and I'm fine, I just don't feel that great. "I whisper into the phone, a mental picture of Nixon enters my mind, a feel tears form in my eyes. "Oh no Annora, that's fine. No more needs to be said, don't come into work today or tomorrow as a matter of fact. I'll come by later tonight and bring you some good food, okay child" Gran says, concern in her tone. I smile through my tears at my loving Grandmother, "Thanks Grams, I love you" I say. "Your welcome my baby, now rest up and I'll see you soon okay?"

"Okay," I mumble and close my eyes, falling into a trace.

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I slowly open my eyes and stretch out my body, feeling really refreshed after my nap. I turn over and look at my bedside table clock. 5:14 PM. I let out a curse, Gran will be here soon if she isn't already. I jump up from my bed and head to my bathroom. I hot shower was definitely what I needed in order to face the long night ahead.

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Nixon P.O.V

I lean back in the leather chair on my car and close my eyes, after a long day at the office, I'm finally headed home. I roll my neck and shoulders to relieve the tension. I imagine myself walking through the front door of my house and seeing my little kitten in the kitchen cooking dinner, she turns to me and I place a hungry kiss on her plump lips, she giggles. I smirk at her reaction and pick her up, placing her on the kitchen bench, I bend down and lower my head to her swollen belly and place a feather-light kiss on her tummy. I rub my hands over the bump smiling proudly, my kitten runs her soft hands through my hair, relaxing me. I lean my head against hers "Mine" I growl, "Yours" Annora whispers softly.