The Tail of a Wolff (UNDER MAJOR EDITING)

29. its just an infatuation

Ms Wasson.

She was the only person to see me enter my home on Saturday. She doing her usual gardening when she waved and I waved back, and saw me get into the house. Sleeping in her bed, she must have been so scared when she felt the ground rumble, photo's falling off their nails on the walls, appliances blinking on and off, the alarm in their cars blaring loudly.

We didn't know each other very well, nor did we speak to each other frequently. But that doesn't mean she doesn't care about me. Maybe I'm wrong, maybe she didn't tell the police I was at home. If she did, then she got me into a bit of a pickle with the police.

I appreciate her honesty though.

I don't want to hoard all this stress onto myself to be a burden. Who do I tell?

Reaper- Lukarius or Stella?

***

My feet are swollen and sore. I stare at my toes as I wiggle them, my heels ache at the tension that I try to relieve. I put on the shoes that came with a lady who had been sent by Reaper- Lukarius, to give us clothes.

I walk to the bedroom to take a short nap, I don't really feel like watching anything else. I'm still sour from Titanic yesterday; I despise that movie.

I walk into the bedroom - which Stella didn't bother to close - and lie in the bed next to her. I don't bother looking at her, I just want to rest my body because everything kinda hurts. I can't take any pain medication...

"I'm still mad at you, you know?" Stel says as she flicks the page of her magazine.

I turn my head and take a peep at her "You think I care because?" I turn back around and try to get some sleep.

"Because you love me"

"Hmmm. Do I though?"

She gasps dramatically. I hear paper crunching into a cylinder  as rolls up her magazine, hitting me with it "everyone loves me. I'm awesome"

"You sound like Sin" I try to reign in any sleepiness that I might have in my body.

"That woman still exists? I haven't seen her in so long. When last did you speak to her?"

"Saturday" I miss her. If I tell her that, she'll probably say, 'I know'.

Cocky spy.

"Oh, okay. Well it would be a Sin comparing me to her. She is an overly confident woman" I pretend to not notice the intended pun. I'd rather not.

"Tell me aunt Stel?" I master up the most serious look that I could have.

"Did I ever interrupt you when YOU were trying to sleep?" She rolls eyes at me, unfolding her magazine.

"And here I was, thinking that you had something important to tell me" actually I do. But what could she possibly do about it?

"Actually, I have an idea. Since I can't seem to rein in any sleep why don't you rectify your mistake and talk to me until I fall asleep? Great. Thanks"

She opens her mouth to say something but I beat her to it "Who shot you?"

"One of his men recognized me, luckily his partner wasn't present. He tried to subdue me but I refused, I went to attack him but he pulled out his gun. He made sure everyone knew I am a good fighter so that was what made him pull out the gun. We fought for the gun and I lost... at first"

"When he was shocked at the gunshot that rang, he froze up and I took the opportunity to win" she sighs and puts down her magazine.

"Working with bad people is not okay Wynter. You do and see things that you shouldn't, no matter what age you are. When I worked for Dinero, I could handle all the tasks he gave me because I was a fighter, you know? I'd solve conflicts with my fists and sometimes things would get a little out of hand. But Patrick... " she spits out his name with hate