Fractured

Chapter 28

Chapter 28

"So... do you think Luke is still fucking your mom?" Francis asked me in a very intended casual voice. 

Because my eyes were idling at the passing landscape of the early morning through the car window, when he said that, he didn't get to see my full reaction because I know he wanted to.  He wouldn't have been that satisfied though.  All I could do was purse my lips and grind my teeth at his obviously teasing question.  I had a good idea he was actually curious though from the tone in his voice and the fact that he should assume I wouldn't like this particular topic of discussion. 

You'd figure I could get a break this early in the morning.  But no, by now, I should have known Francis would have been bound to speak up about something involving Luke and his sex life.  I guess I can thank my lucky stars he wasn't bringing up my nonexistent sex life again like usual (I know, those stars just keep getting smaller and smaller everyday). 

Taking in a deep and soothing breath as best as I could, I slowly came to shift over in my seat and face my driver.  Francis's eyes stayed on the road, his hands resting lightly on the wheel.  His lips, I noticed, were just slightly tilted and I came to the conclusion of how I should respond. I mean, how else do you respond to a question like that from someone like him?

Leaning over towards him, straining my seat belt, I happily raised my hand and smacked him in the arm once...  twice, why not two more times?  As I started smacking his arm and side, and as he started to erupt in laughter, he tried moving away as best as he could and block me.  All the while he continued keeping a steady hold on driving the car.  Grabbing my arm, he tried pushing me back with his only free hand.

"Hey, hey, hey!" he laughed.  "What?!" he asked in a higher pitched voice when I was able to get one more good slap in (but like I figured, none had any impact).

When I was done, I scooted back and crossed my arms, shaking my head at him with a scowl.  Fucking Francis... I looked at him with raised eyebrows at what he said and could almost feel myself want to smirk at his defensiveness.  That dumb famous smirk present... his eyes left mine and returned back to focus on the road ahead.  I could now see the familiar house, trees, and public buildings I pass every time either him or Luke take me to school.  My focus though... primarily  on Francis.

"Uh, try not ever asking me that again?  I mean, that's a good assumption of 'what' in my opinion," I said to him, narrowing my eyes at his form that gave off waves of his teasing nature. 

Francis pursed his lips I saw and slowly glanced over to me after he turned at the red light.  Lighting up the tints of royal blue and the hazy effect of mossy green and brown... they caught mine and shinned with that sense of amusment I didn't share at the moment.

"Oh come on," he said, in a more serious voice after he faced the road again.  "I know that thought has had to have crossed your mind."

I stared at him for the longest time.  Finally though, I spoke. "Okay, look, Mr. Up-Everybody's-Ass," I said, getting a throaty chuckle out of him.  "That's none of your business - or mine for that matter!" I shook my head.

"But I'm asking if you think it's still happening."

"Well, it's not!"

That sure peaked his interest quite a bit, considering he must have heard just how sure I was of my answer.  I watched his eyebrows raise as he continued to watch the road ahead of him.  His body sure reacted though.  One hand raised from the steering wheel when I said that and his eyes were widening.  Slamming his hand down on the dashboard out of... well, excitement if I had to guess, his smile grew to a huge grin.  He glanced back over to me with surprised and playful eyes.  "Whoa, whoa... whoa," he whispered the last word before he was forced to focus back on the road.  Watching Francis as I bit my lip, the early morning orange illuminated through the windshield as he drove and reflected the astonishment on his face.  I groaned, seeing the wheels spinning in his head.  "Alright, wait a fucking minute," he said.  "He told you he's done having sex with her?"