Fighting

Fun time

         ~Curtis~

Xavier McGregor is an old friend. Some one I meet while I was out on business i should have guess it was him I mean how many guess can go by Butcher? And before anyone assume no we weren't intimate. Hes the only person that know exactly what had happened that dreadful night. We meet at a bar and kind of just got to talking he was also going through some shit. His wife had just gotten killed and she was expecting their fist child so you can imagine how broken he was and although our pain and suffering could not be compared because they were nothing alike we mourned together. We mourned for his family, we mourned for his love, we mourned the fact that we had both lost something. He lost peace, he lost love, he lost himself and I lost the right to decide, I lost my free will that night and also lost my self I stayed there longer then needed and we talked and got it all of our chest. We spent time healing together because doing it alone wasn't helping. So we helped each other heal, we keeped in touch for a while, only a couple of months to make sure we didnt fall back and then we said our good byes. It's been 6 month sense I've talked to him and I only hope hes coming for emotional support and not because he wants me to rethink what I'm planing.

But just in case that's the case I'll have to remind him why his called Butcher and if having him with me makes him a little more comfortable then there he would be because he might no be a brother, he might not be my best friend and he might not be blood but he is in all senses of the word my anchor and I am his while at the same time being what I feer most because he know all the ugly sides of me and with a snapped of his finger he can end me he know more about me than anyone else and I like to think I know more about him than any of his living family or friends but never more then his wife.

"What do you mean 'shit'?"

"Its nothing"

"Well if it's something, you gonna have to fix it cause he'll be here any minute to pick me up for tomorrow"

"fucking shit"

I'm not gonna lie I'm shitting my pants right now. Why didnt he tell me he was coming he knew I would be here he knew I'd be in the middle of this so why not let me know his coming, then again why does he have to?

"You ok kid?"

I looked at my dad gave him a small smile and nodded we ended church and walk to the bar. And there he was sitting on a stool grinning straight at me leaning his back on the counter. His long legs resting on the floor giving the impression he was standing  his green eyes staring looking as emotionless as ever but I knew better there was emotion just not the good kind. His blond hair still short and his tattoos running up his arms disappeared under his white shirt. I would like to say he looked like shit but he never did he was always picture perfect while also looking scary as shit how was it possible I dont know but he pulled it of.

"You just gonna stare at me kid? If you got something to fucking say. Say it!"

He said while getting off his seat towering over everyone in the room his body radiating dominance if I didnt know him I'd say he was gonna beat the shit out of me. But he wouldn't dare lift his hands at me.

"Fuck you, this is my fucking turf and if you dont like me looking at you get the hell out!"

"Why dont you make me leave bitch?"

I pulled out my gun and pointed it straight at his head, he didnt even flinch, he knows I'm not gonna pull the trigger.

"WHOA! WHOA! Calm the fuck down, you said there was no problem." Bullet said while stepping in between me and him.