Just like I had expected, Blake didn't come back that night, he didn't come back the next day either, or the day after that, or the day after that.
It wasn't like I had expected Blake to come back, he knew what would have happened if he had. But a small part of me wanted to see him and ask him if he had meant what he said at the park, because that part of me still believed that the facade Blake had put up might not have been a lie.
However, unlike most people, instead of moping around in bed, I chose to take the easy way out of showing my anger and hurt. I chose the punching bag.
I must have stayed in our home gym for days, punching, kicking and clawing at the punching bag like I had been possessed by a boxer. My brothers would come in every few hours, begging or bribing me into eating or sleeping. It was obvious that they understood what had triggered my anger in the first place, judging by how many times my brothers had threatened to kill Blake, but what they didn't get was how my desire was not have Blake killed, but to forget him.
It was about the fifth day I had spent in the gym, aggressively attacking the punching bag, when there was a knock on the door and Mac came in.
"Mac?" I stared at him, slightly confused by his sudden appearance, "What are you doing here?"
"I heard about what happened with Blake," Mac scratched the back of his head uncomfortably, "I'm sorry."
I took off my boxing glove, "Why are you apologising to me? If anything I should be apologising to you for not listening when you told me to stay away from Blake."
Mac sighed and leant against the wall, "You okay?"
I shrugged and smiled as realistically as I could have, "Yeah, I'm great."
He raised an eyebrow, folding his arms over his chest, "Judging by how harshly you were attacking that punching bag, I'm going to guess that you are lying or that you've forgotten exactly how bad Blake hurt you."
I snorted, "I'm not hurt."
Mac's face softened, "Are you even going to try to lie to me Skittle?"
"I'm not lying!"
This time, it was Mac that snorted, "Yeah, of course you aren't. If I could beat the shit out of that guy for how badly he hurt you then I would. But since I can't...."
I raised an eyebrow, "Since you can't...?"
Mac pushed himself off the wall, "I've heard some news about Blake."
"You know, you seem to be hearing a lot of news about Blake recently," I pointed out, thinking of his previous warnings about staying away from Blake. Of course, if I had listened to those warnings then I might not be as hurt and angry as I had been feeling ever since our encounter in the park a few days ago.
Mac grinned, "Well, this time I've heard some news that I want you to act on."
"You have?" I asked, suddenly all ears, "What have you heard?"
"It seems Blake's back in business with his gang, I've heard that Blake and a couple of his 'friends,'" Mac paused, making sure to put an emphasis on the word 'friends,' showing that they weren't as much Blake's friends as they were followers. "Are taking a trip to Canada," He continued, "Where they have an important drug order coming in from out of the country," Mac informed me.
"This drug order you see, is big. Tobacco, Stimulants, Antidepressants, Barbiturates, Cannabis, Hallucinogens, Inhalants, Narcotics, Steroids, you name it, he's got every single drug type coming in."