Blood and Water

Chapter 79: A Fistful Of Roses

A Fistful O' Roses - The Rumjacks

Mina POV

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The day dragged on, the hours slowly ticked by. I had nothing to look forward to for the day to end, no one to go home to. All-day long, I felt nauseous and dizzy. I just wanted everything to be back to normal; go home and Chibs be there and he would make me feel better. That's all I wanted, but I knew it wasn't going to happen. 

When the bell rang, I walked from my study hall back to my office. I stayed in there a few more hours, procrastinating going home. Anything to keep me out of the place where I had my best days and my worst. 

I left around four o'clock and went over to Teller-Morrow. I hung out with Chucky until he had to close. Gemma was up at the cabin dealing with something for the club, Wendy was with the boys, so I just bit the bullet and went home. 

As I walked in, the house felt empty, felt sad. I kicked off my sneakers and walked over to the counter, turning the radio on. The song that was on was finishing up while I ordered a pizza. 

"Twenty minutes," the guy said.

"Okay, thanks," I sighed.

The deejay on the radio said, "Next up, a little Rage Against the Machine."

I listened closely, hoping it was my favorite one by them. The opening chords started and I smiled, turning the radio up. I started dancing to the intro of the song. I sang along and I turned it up all the way and walked back to my room. "F*ck it cut the chord, lights out, guerilla radio, turn that sh*t up!" 

I pulled out a bag from inside my closet, Chibs bag. I kept singing along with the song as I packed up his stuff from the dresser, tossing it in the bag. I grabbed any of his clothes laying on the floor, put those in. Walking into the bathroom, the song ended and the deejay spoke.

"Here's a request from Filip in Charming. The song goes out to a lady. He says 'I hope you're listening. I want you to know I am sorry' Well, Filip, I hope she's listening too because this is a great song."

My favorite U2 song came on. I looked down at the bag in my hand then back out at the kitchen where the music was coming from.

"It's alright, it's alright, it's alright, she moves in mysterious ways," Bono sang.

I couldn't help but smile as I stood in the doorway. Then, I remembered what he did to me. Grabbing his stuff off the bathroom sink, I dropped it in the bag. I zipped it as I walked and brought it out to the front porch.

I dropped it outside the door, closing it behind me. I pulled out my phone and texted him. Come get your sh*t.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. "Is he serious?" I groaned throwing the door open. "I have nothing to say to you!"

"Did you not order a pizza?" the kid asked. "I'm at the wrong house again?"

I chuckled, "Sorry, thought you were someone else." I looked down and the bag was gone. "Did you...see a bag anywhere out here?" I asked.

"No," he sighed, "Did you order the pizza or not?"

"Yes," I scoffed, taking it from him, closing the door in his face.

I set it down on the counter and turned to grab a plate. The song ended and the deejay started talking again.

"Well, I'm not sure what Filip did, but we have another request from him for a lady. Seems like he's in the doghouse. Hopefully, she's listening and forgives him so we can stop getting calls from him."