He couldn't have even helped clean. I was sweeping the broken vase off the stone floor, and fixing the hole his dagger left in the wall the rest of the night. I was bum tired by midnight.
It was heavenly to step into a hot bath. The tub was large enough for me to stretch out and soak. After about an hour I scrubbed down. Removing any trace of blood from my body.
I had a nasty bruise on my leg from when I can't remember. I had a cut on my tattooed shoulder. It crossed right over the tattoo of a coiled snake ready to strike. It had left the words "Strike first, ask later" fully intact.
I smeared ointment on the cuts and put on my blue silk pajamas. I flicked on the Tv and watched as the murder of Blake Duncea scores to every channel. My stomach growled and I was not one to ignore its wishes. I walked through the living room to the kitchen.
The popcorn was popping in the microwave when a knock sounded at the door. I picked up a butter knife. It wasn't the best, but it would do.
I walked to the door. A man and teenager were standing at he door. They looked scary if not for the boy's gangly look. The man was short, tan skin with black hair and brown eyes. The boy pale skin, blue eyes and blond hair.
I opened be door. "Why are people always showing up at my house?" I asked them.
Looking now, I was taller than the man. He was only 5'4. Short. "We work with Sean. He told us to come here." He had a Mexican accent. Sean? Who the hell is...... "wait? Who is Sean?" I asked. " he visited you earlier." Was all he replied. "Wait, the jackass's name is Sean?" I mused to myself.
The man cleared his throat. "Well I will have to pass, but thanks for stopping by." I closed the door.
I watched them for a while. They looked at each other and walked back to their Camero. They drove off. My popcorn beeped in the microwave. Hmmm snack. I grabbed the hot bag and walked back to bed.
I fell asleep chewing the buttery goodness. For the first time in a while. I could really sleep. No one to go and kill, just me and my food.
