Alex's POV:
"Scissoring is a myth. Good morning and welcome back to my podcast. Today we are talking about sex."
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"Why do I not get paid enough?"
"Do you mean an 'l' in place of the 'p'?"
"Bastard.."
"Cunt.."
My stomach growled.
"How's Nicky?"
"Threw up last night..", the red-haired woman fixed her glasses without looking up, "she's still asleep at my place.."
"Do you reckon we could grab some brunch and head to your place for a while?"
She smiled, shutting away her book, "you don't like it here, do you?"
The silence spoke for itself.
"Fine. We could all re-bond again.."
"Um.. 're-' and 'again' don't go together..-"
"GOD! SHUT UUUUP!"
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It was over-daring of me.. to think I'd be able to confront Nicky after that. We couldn't bond at all. None of us.
We don't speak much about the pain.. and we have nothing to speak about pleasure.
"Unless, it's sexual pleasure. For more of this bullshit, tune in next Friday. Goodbye!"
No, this is not my job. I rant about things online. I'm too opinionated to be quiet. It's almost harmful.
"Abuelita, pills before lunch.."
"Gracias, nieta.."
I tucked my hands in my pockets as I watched her swallow the pink tablet.
"Do you live with the girl?", mother spoke, massaging abuelita's legs with oil. It was the first time she directed a conversation towards me during the stay.
"Yes. We are affianced.."
The heater buzzed lightly at the end of the room. At least they had the basic facilities to keep abuela comfortable.
"She is a charm.."
She didn't speak more.
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I strolled the streets as dusk set in early. Hands growing frigid, scrolling through my screen. Not a single text from Rose.
I wanted to give her some space, myself. The fire in our heads only spread more together. My sulking self walked down isles I'd learned by heart till now.
The path didn't lead to a destination..
Samuel West.
The name flashed bright on my phone. I turned down the brightness as the sun now completely set upon a freezing London.
"Hello."
"I believe I have something of yours that you would want back soon.."
"Justice", my blood boiled.
He laughed, ominously, "your girlfriend's laptop", he paused, "uh, phone.. documents?"
"What the fuck do you want?"
"Oh", he chuckled, "I just want to have a word with you.. a deal", his voice dropped, "but if you bring anyone else along..-"
My skin crawled with angst.
"Where to?"
"To your best friend's place? To your villain's place? Whatever you call it.."
"You fucking bitch-.."
"Make sure to be quick.. or I might just reset every bit of the remaining memory.."
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My heart raced faster than the bike, my cheeks grew prickly in the cold. This was my one chance.
"Are you following?", I spoke into the phone strapped under my helmet.
"Closely.."
Call me fucking impulsive but if Rose found her fucking gadgets, she'd be reminded of things I probably don't even know of.
"Jamie, I'm going in. Stay low.."
"You sure we don't need the police?"
"The police is for the weak."
I stood in front of the door and calculated the possibilities. The spy pen I'd bought five years ago finally found a use as it peaked guilefully from underneath my belt.
I was always much of a gadget geek.
The door opened, without warning.
"You can always knock if the bell is not working", he smirked. I reached out and rang the absolutely working bell.
"Oh", if his smirk could grow wider. He moved revealing a very suspiciously decorated room. Is he creating an alibi?
"Oh, don't worry about this. I just thought we could look a bit presentable for our guest, you know?", he pulled up his pants and sat on the couch, "have a seat.."
I ignored him. No one tells me what to do.
"Alexis Wilson", he sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Alex."
The fact that I'm so prompt about it makes it even worse.
"Alex.. Wilson..", he smiled, "don't worry, we're being filmed. I won't do anything to you.."
I frowned. What?
He stood up, frustrated and rested against the mantelpiece.
"Trust me, you're gonna want to make this quick.."
"Oh? Trust me", he lit his cigarette, "I like to take my time.."
My jaw and fists clenched.
"Alex, I would like you to take out your phone and keep it on the table.."
His hefty figure stood undefeated in front of me. I tensed up and altered my stance.
"It'll hurt less if you listen to me.."
"Then make it hurt.."
He eyed me as I did the same to him. He didn't wear too many layers. He was more transparent unlike my baggy shirts hiding enough defense.
Or enough I thought..
"Wanna fight, huh?", he dusted his hands and mocked, "feel man enough for it?"
"Shut up you fucking sleazy git..-"
"Oh, now you're just being mean.."
"Are you even ashamed?"
He pursed his lips, "why? Am I naked?"
"You will be.."
His head tilted to the side, "I mean.."
"Metaphorically", I cut off his shameless train of thoughts, "Samuel West. You will be stripped naked of your defense, one day. Licking the fucking streets for mercy.. in front of court.."
