Daisy with Thorns

Chapter 4: Close your eyes...

Grisha woke up
Well
He started waking up while making noises of a dying seal, to be exact. As he sat on the bed he decided to sleep for 5 more minutes. John was standing by the door and looking at him
- Want some headache tablets?
- Go fuck yourself
- ...
- ...
- ...
- Okay, fine, yes.
John sighed and walked out of the bedroom. After a minute he came back with a glass of water, with a soluble tablet in it. He putted glass on the shelf next to the bed, blocking sunlight with his body
- Oh, yes, stay right there.
Grisha sighed, he was laying on his back, facing John.
- Drunkard...
John said with disappointment
- What? What dragon?
- Jesus...I brought you a pill idiot.
Grisha rubbed his eyes and looked at the man.
- Okay, nevermind, when you stand like that I feel like i'm going to be killed...
John sat next to him, on the edge of the bed. Grisha sat and drank water that John brought him.
- But generally speaking it's your fault, It was your idea!
- My idea was to drink a bit and talk. Not sit by the bar in the club and tell everyone that I don't know your alcoholic ass and I have no idea why you're talking to me.
Grisha laughed, he stood up and walked towards the closet, to change. John was just looking at him. Grisha started to take his shirt off, but stopped and looked at John.
- You just going to sit there?
John took his eyes off his body and looked at Grisha. He started to rub his finger, where his now lost marriage ring was.
- Do you mind?
- Yes I fucking do!
John laughed a bit and walked away. Grisha glanced at him.
"Wow, he can smile?"

- Give me the car keys...
John ordered.
- What? Why?
- I'll drive.
- Haha, no way. I know my car is awesome and shit but it's mine.
- Your head is fucking exploding, how will you drive?
John asked with confusion.
- Somehow!
- I'm not going to die in a car crash because of you.
Grisha sighed and gave him the keys

They weren't in the department for too long, someone started to rob a bank. John didn't want to go there of course but people just made him, with his skills he can be useful.
After caching some of the robbers, everybody gathered in one place.
- I think it's clear
- Help!
Someone screamed in the distance.
Everyone aimed their guns at nothing but Grisha ordered them to back up. Grisha told everyone to stay, and went there by himself.
He came to an empty hallway and heard someone running toward him. Grisha instinctively aime his gun at the man running but lowered the gun when he saw that the man was not armed.
- Please! Save me!
Grisha looked at the wall, he saw someone's shadow smoothly become smaller.
- He's here! He's going to kill me! Please, help!
Gun shot. Man fell down while grabbing on his leg and already starting to cry from panic. Grisha aimed his gun at nothing in the distance and made one step back. His hands were shivering, he didn't know what to do, who was there.
Some silhouette started to walk towards man's body, with a bat in his hands. Grisha lowered his gun when he recognized his college
- Close your eyes
- W...What? Why?
Grisha stuttered
- You don't have to see this...
Grisha slowly closed his eyes and sighed. He heard the last scream of that man and wanted to open his eyes but John came and closed them with his hand
- No, to soon.
John started leading him to an entrance, keeping his eyes closed.

- We should put them in jail, not kill them!
Grisha walked towards one of the rooms in the department, yelling and John, panicking even.
- It was personal...
John answered absolutely calmly
- There shouldn't be anything personal at work!
Grisha stopped and looked at John
- Sorry...
- Oh now you're sorry!
Grisha fumed.
John crossed his arms and looked to the side
- I had to shut him up first...
- You even think like a maniac!
- And that's why I'm here!
Suddenly John brought his voice up too.
Grisha was just looking at him, a bit shocked even.
"But well...what did I expect in the first place?"
Grisha started walking again. John decided not to follow him anymore and just saw him off.

After work they came back home. John walked in to the kitchen and got himself a glass of Bourbon, he got another one for Grisha and gave it to him. Grisha looked at the glass and pushed it away carefully.
- Right...
John put the glass on the table
- You're afraid of me.
- Why would you think that?
Grisha suddenly took the glass and sipped a bit of alcohol. Taking it as a dare.
- I killed a man right in front of you.
- Death is not new to me.
- But not being able to put a killer in jail is.
Grisha looked to the side and John approached him.
- I'm not going to do anything to you, I won't get anything out of it, only excommunicado and probably death.
Detective looked at him
- If you'll take everything from me, break my life to pieces, then yes. I won't care about any rules, you're dead. But just because I don't like you? No.
- But what if someone would want me dead? My parents got killed so I can be too...
- Your parents are not mafia, so their kids are clean right away. I can't touch people that have nothing to do with a criminal world.
John continued explaining
- Then why are they dead?
- They probably just made a mistake.
Grisha fell silent and started thinking. John went to the bedroom.