New Life (Book 4)

Chapter 5

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Saturday, 6 September 2014

10.20hrs

I sat at the dining table in my chair with my head tilted up by Fatima's left hand, whilst she carefully worked her magic touch applying the Savlon antiseptic cream in her hand over the tiny cuts above my bruised right eye.

She had just woken up thirty minutes ago, only to find a surprise when she looked at my face the second I turned around in the kitchen after pouring my coffee.

I had gone straight to bed last night and was glad she had been fast asleep by the time we got back after we decided to leave Platinum – though it was more like we were forced out after Chris's little incident with one of the patrons at the club.

The Spaniard had been thrown out straight away by the bouncers after he accidently gave the black eye to me instead of Chris. This little event only added to the huge list of incidences I'd gotten into because of Chris over the years, except this one actually caused an injury.

Needless to say the journey home was quiet and thank God for that too because if I had had my way, Chris would have been walking the 18km from Los Barrios back home to Gibraltar.

I felt a sting from the cuts and flinched. 'Ow!' I muttered lightly.

'Careful, my love,' said Fatima calmly, 'you don't want me to accidently make it worse.'

She gave off a slight giggle at the end to which I snorted in response.

'There's no way you could make it worse than what it already is.'

Fatima chuckled for a moment then got back to applying the antiseptic cream.

I hope the bruise fades away before anyone at work on Monday sees it, but if all else fails I'll just have to tell them the truth – sort of – that my best friend's little shit of a brother very often gets into fights which we then have to get him out of.

'So you had a good time then last night?' I asked.

Fatima gave a nod.

'Yeah, the food was really nice. We enjoyed it.'

'I could tell from the picture Lucy uploaded. A bit of fun with the girls, right?'

A smile spread over Fatima's face. It quickly changed to a cheeky smirk however.

'I hope you managed to have some fun whilst you were out at least.'

I gave out a scoff, rolling my eyes which I instantly regretted the second I felt another stinging pain above my right eye.

'Una polla...' I muttered. 'That's definitely the last time I go anywhere involving Chris.'

'Well at least you enjoyed yourself,' Fatima continued, still sounding very snarky in her replies.

'Uh huh, you done mocking me yet, babe?'

Fatima burst out in a chuckle. She removed her hand whilst still giggling and took a sheet of tissue to clean her hands.

'Mock you? I wouldn't dare,' she replied in such a sarcastic tone, even a deaf person would have noticed it.

'OK, now you're being sarcastic with me. Come here,' I said as I grabbed her by her waist and gently sat her down on my right lap.

I held Fatima by her torso, keeping our heads very close to one another I peered into her eyes. She wrapped her arms loosely behind my neck.

'Sarcasm is below me, my love,' Fatima replied with a wink as she leaned in and planted a gentle kiss above my bruised eye. Her kisses must have been magic because I didn't feel any pain from the cuts at her touch.