City of Lies

Progress

~PRECIOUS~

Is it normal to feel sorry for what I did? I mean did I do anything wrong to begin with? All I did was ask some questions and this fool flip. He must be bipolar or have mental problems. But what can I say,  he been through a lot. Shit, i've been through a lot. So I guess I can see where he is coming from.As I sit here and ask myself these questions, I wonder where did he go. Maybe I should talk to him but which way did he go?

I finally get up from my seat and walk towards the direction I saw Keston go. I proceed out of the dinning room to the living room. He's not in here, so I go towards the hallway which leads to my room. But instead of going the direction to my room I make a right. It looks like there is at least three rooms on this side of the hallway. As I get closer to the last door on the right I hear talking. I know it Keston because his voice is the only voice that can send a shiver down my back. I guess that he is on the phone because he is the only voice I hear.

"Yea, I know time is almost up. I've been doing my job. Have you been doing yours, since you want to ask a million questions?" Keston says then pauses. "Nahh man I'm not a killer and I never will be so stick to the plan and don't change nothing up. Now goodbye."

Now I know eavesdropping is not a good thing. Especially if you do not know how to do it, like me. Was his conversation involving me? Is he suppose to kill me? He say  he is not a killer but then who is? I was about to turn around and go back to my room and get what he said off my mind. As soon as I turn around I hit my pinky toe on the wall and fall. The door swings open and a furious Keston is staring back at me.

"what are you doing here and was you eavesdropping!" he says in a irritated voice. 

As I get up I say,"uhm no.. what are you talking about eavesdropping, I would never. But anyway I just came to say sorry about dinner." I try to say with a straight face but by the look on his face I can see that I failed.

"you know that you are a horrible liar right. Come here." said keston with laughter.

Yup, he is bipolar. I'm not having that not today. I get up and try to walk back to my cell, I mean jail. I always say that. I get about two feet away from where I was but he grabs my arm and pulls me back towards his room. What is he going to do now torture me? I said i'm sorry but Sorry just don't cut it anymore. So I started kicking and screaming. "Help".

Finally he sits me down on the bed and stares at me like I just lost my mind. 

"calm down, how many times do  I have to tell you I am not going to hurt you. Do you understand? All im going to do it clean this cut you have on your hand from falling." said Keston.

I hurt my hand. When did I do that? I look down at my left hand and see blood. Ouch. I'm starting to feel the pain now. I hate when that happens. He gets up and go to his closet and get the first-aid.We sit in quite while he cleans my cut and puts a band-aid on it. I feel like a kid for a reason.

" I forgive you, I'm sorry for losing it. You probably think i'm crazy. I'm not I hope you understand. Keston said to cut the silence.

" I understand where you are coming from. You are dealing with all this anger but just try not to let it out on other people." I said looking him directly in his eyes. He gives me this big kool-aid smile, just like a kid but it was cute . Another side of him I get to see.

"Ok, you should get some sleep. I will have you some clothes outside your door for you tomorrow. There should be toiletries in your bathroom. I refilled it while you was still down there in the dinning room. Goodnight, Miss Precious." he says in a husky voice.

I don't know what came over me but the only thing I wanted to do was take those lips and claim them as mine.  But instead I got up and headed towards my room. Once I reached his door i turned around and said,"Goodnight keston".