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I actuallywantto fight.
I have no qualms with it being with my mother. Fighting is what has gotten me through more times than anything or anyone else. Maybe fighting her was exactly what I needed…
The Enforcer is back in action.
It’s nights like these that linger too long. Therapy sessions end up going late because of all the bullshit floating around upstairs, taunting me.
My mind is my biggest enemy.
There’re too many memories.
Too many lingering emotions.
The city was quiet, which was strange. It’s leaving me restless. I feel riddled with guilt. With worry.
Was she going to be ok?
Were all of them going to be ok?
The orange street lamp reflects dimly off of the windshield as I walk toward the car. Therapy in session…
“Hey, man!” I call out to the man inside the car. The window is rolled down only slightly. Just enough for him to hear me.
The car door opens, and a figure steps out.
“Can I help you?” The man asks through the darkness.
I jog up to him and said, “Yeah, sorry..” I breathed like I was out of breath. “I need a phone. My battery died, and my bitch of a girlfriend threw me out of the car earlier…” I was good at threading webs of lies and tall tales.
He nods. “If you run off with my phone, I’ll chase you down and kill you…” He’s completely serious. I can tell. But that sort of attitude makes all of this so much better.
His name is Jarrod. He’s a regular piece of shit during the day. Drives a nice car. Fucks a model. In the night — when it’s dark — he’s something a little more. He’s the kind of guy who’ll kill for no reason at all. I’m not saying I’m the reigning holder of dignity and grace when it comes to killing.
But Jarrod?
He’s a monster.
He feeds on fear.
He feeds on pain.
And he’s someone my mom uses as a contract killer when I’m busy, because of how ruthless he is.
No one will see it coming.
Because no one except me knows anything about Jarrod. He’s a ghost. He’s a nobody…until Madam Rosa calls.
I grab his phone and go through his calls. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t looking to see if Madam Rosa had called him recently. I would be lying if I said part of me didn’t worry that she was going to find out and send him to Aria to finish the job I started.
But there’s no call.
“Fuck…” I grumble. “I can’t remember anyone’s number…”
I laugh and put my hand on his shoulder, handing his phone back to him.
His eyes narrow and he jerks away from me. “Don’t fucking touch me!”
I smile. “Jarrod, I didn’t know you were such a touch me not…” I say. “This might be fun…”
