SO COLD (18+) currently editing

Chapter 21

He complied, and walked over to the door. He looked like he was going to say something, pass on more words of wisdom, but then he shook his head in disappointment and left the room. I stood there for a while, feeling like I was going to be sick again. I swallowed the lump in my throat and blinked quickly. I didn't want to cry. I fúcking hated crying. 

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I woke up around 2 p.m., and found Trevor in my living room. The curtains were drawn and he was sitting on the sofa in the dark, motionless. I stopped in the doorway. "What are you doing?"

"Waiting for you."

"How long have you been waiting?"

"A couple of hours."

"Huh. You wanna go grab a coffee or shall I bring one back for you?"

He unfolded his legs, stood and grabbed his jacket. "Let's go."

I was running out of gas, I pulled into a petrol station, filled up the tank and went inside to pay. I stood waiting at the counter as someone fussed around in the backroom. There was a couple of wanted posters, one stood out for me, Dad staring at me, his eyes cold and unnerving, his smile big. I must've read the words a thousand times all over town: WANTED IN CONNECTION TO THE MURDER OF EIGHT MEMBERS OF THE RUSSO FAMILY ON WEDNESDAY 17TH DECEMBER 2014. There was a warning not to approach him and a reward of up to £10,000. I dropped a crumpled £20 note onto the counter and left just as the sales assistant came out of the back room. "Alright?" Trevor asked.

I grunted and pulled out, heading towards the town centre. We went inside a small coffee shop, the walls were painted in dark blue and white stripes, there were clustered round circles surrounding the counter where a tired teenager stood behind. I ordered an espresso and chocolate chip cookie and Trevor got a hot chocolate and a slice of coconut cake. Trevor tore a napkin into thin strips, glancing around the shop. We didn't speak even as the waitress came and set down our order. I was content with the silence even if he wasn't. Five minutes in and an unpleasant surprised walked in: Ruby. She walked up to the counter, and I overheard her ordering a cappuccino. I wasn't hiding from her but neither was I going to call out to her.

"Shay!"

Fúck sake.

She trotted over, her heels click clacking on the squeaky floor, and she leaned into me, giving an uncomfortable sideways hug that wasn't returned. "How have you been!" she yelled at me, jabbering, "oh my god, I haven't seen you in so long. Where have you been?" she was a real life Facebook friend, a fúcking fake cunt. The type who'd probably post her meeting me online, and go into detail about how I breathed.

I spoke to Trevor, "Where do you want to go after this?"

He glanced at Ruby, feeling awkward, and then looked at me, shrugged. "I don't know. Wherever."

Ruby was still waiting for a reply.

"I need go see James, and then Irvin."

"Oh! How's your dad?" she exclaimed. "Uh, I mean. Have you heard from him?"

Aggravated, I turned to her with a hateful stare. "Why are you still here?"

She blushed, opening her mouth to say something, brought her jaw back up, turned, and left with her order. "That was cold." Trevor remarked, stirring his drink.

I patted my pockets. "Ah, you know what? I'm out of fúcks."

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"Give me some time. I'll call you when I find out anything. In the meantime go back to your aunt's house. She's worried about you."