"You really didn't want to leave him, did you?" Anthony asks as he drives her home. "It's not as if I don't want to go home, it's just leaving him there alone and in pain. He did all this just to get me home. He was hurt because of me." She said in a solemn tone as she wrings her hands together.
"I can't help but wonder what he did or said to get Razor to release you." Anthony snorts. "Well, whatever it was got him hurt. I know there's not much you can do but could you please just look out for him." She asks.
"As you say, there's not much I can do. Razor is in charge but on the other hand, I think he deserves what he got for being such an idiot." Anthony snorts shaking his head. "Why would you say that?" She asks. "Why? Liah, the man was locked in a room with a virgin woman, not a girl but a woman but still, he had to play the hero just so he could get that woman out of that room. Are you fucking kidding me? I would do all I could to keep her in that damn room and claim her for myself, over and over and over..." "Well he's not like you okay." She snaps cutting his rambling short.
"Exactly, an idiot," Anthony states as he comes to a stop at their gate. How she had prayed to be released from Razor's house and now she was home and free. She opens her gate and walks towards her front door to her loved ones, to David, then why did she feel so burdened, so worried and so sad?
As if in answer to her inner question an image of Michael standing at the table with blood running down the side of his face flashes through her mind. She had to run from the room, leaving him behind, hurt and bleeding. A part of her was grateful to him for what he did for her but another part of her wishes more than anything that she was still there with him.
Even as her mother and sister wrapped their arms around her while asking her one question after another, the only image in the forefront of her mind was the blood running down the side of Michael's head.
***
"Didn't go as planned?" Blade asks a few hours later as he observes a fuming Razor. "I want you to find out who that fucker is and I want to know as in yesterday!" Razor growls. "What happened?" Blade asks cautiously. "What happened? I'll tell you what happened, that fucker disarmed me without me even knowing about it. That's what the fuck happened." Razor growls.
"I don't understand, how?" Blade asks confused. "Not even I can answer that. That fucker walks past me and slightly brushes against me. I didn't even pay that any attention, but before I knew it, my weapons were in his hands." Razor said angrily.
"I've been carrying my weapons for decades now and no one and I mean no one has ever been able to take them from me. No one! So how the fuck did he do that? I need to know who this fucker is and I need to know now." Razor fumes.
"I'm on it but tell me, do you still think he's just another lost tourist?" Blade asks with a smirk. "Nah man, he's no lost tourist. There's something about him, the way he talks, and moves, I need to know who the fuck I brought into my house Blade."
"Do you think he's lying about losing his memory?" Blade asks. "I don't know man, maybe, how did he know he could do that" Razor growls slamming his hand on a table.
"By the way, do you remember what he was wearing when they found him?" Blade asks. "And what the fuck does that have to do with anything?" Razor barks. "Well, it might give us a clue as to where he came from." "Ugh, what was that fucker wearing?" Razor asks himself as he paces back and forth while tapping his fingers on his chin.
"Ah yes, a white loose body suit looking type shit, I remember the doctor cutting him out of it. my men searched the entire area where he was found and no I D or anything was found relating to him." Razor says.
"Maybe he's a thief, he robs the wrong person and they beat him to a bloody pulp." Blade said. "That would explain a few things and if he's a thief then he's a damn good one because he got my weapons off of me without me knowing it. Hmm, maybe I could use him as my pickpocket, cha-chin." Razor said rubbing his hands together.
"He could rob a lot of people in one day," Blade said with an evil chuckle. "But why did he want your weapons anyway? Did he use them to threaten you?" "Nah, I think he was looking for a bargaining chip." "What was he bargaining for?" "He wanted me to let the virgin go."
"Oh, and did you?" "Yep, I did." Razor snorts. "But weren't you supposed to use her first, then discard her?" "No rush, I know where to find her, right, at least he's now under the impression that she's safe, let him remain under that illusion for a while." Razor chuckles with a nasty smirk.
"Alright, so what was his punishment for that little stunt?" Blade asks. "What do you think? I gave him a fuck lick in his rass head with my gun as soon as it was back in my hand, that little fuck." Razor sucks his teeth.
"Ouch, that must've hurt like a bitch." "It did." "Well, in the future let's not forget he underwent brain surgery and we want him to actually remember something, not be even more clueless than he's now but on the other hand, if he was willing to take that risk just to give her, her freedom, then she can now be used as a leverage over him." Blade states.
"Yes, yes she can." "So, what's next?" Blade asks. Razor thought about it for a few seconds before answering. "I'll give him a few days to recover from his bump on the head and then I'm going to test his loyalty." Razor smirk.
***
Michael slowly opened his eyes and sat up in the bed. He winced slightly as the pain continued to surge through his head. Taking a deep breath, he got up and walked slowly towards the bathroom. Once inside he strips out of his clothes, steps in the shower, and turns on the hot water, he then steps under it and lets the water run over his head and down his body.
He places both hands on the tile in front of him and lets the water run over him. He remained in that position for a few minutes until he felt the pain in his head began to subside. A few minutes later he turned the water off, stepped from the shower, and wrapped a big towel around his waist, after taking two deep breaths he dried himself off, put his clothes back on, and left the bathroom.
The room felt more spacious without Liah in it. He thought as he walked to her side of the room, took up her suitcase, placed it on her bed, and opened it. A small smile creased the corner of his mouth as he ran his hand over one of her dresses.
He then began putting her things in the suitcase. The puzzle books, a few books for reading, and her Holy book he kept for himself, those he put on his bedside table, then went back to packing her suitcase.
When he was finished, he zipped the suitcase close and placed it beside his bed. He then walks over to the table and glances at the bowl of soup that was covered there but takes up a bottle of water instead. He turns it to his head and finishes all its contents. He then went back to the bed, lay on his back, and closed his eyes.
As it was many times before, question after question kept running through his head. How exactly did he manage to take the tyrant's weapons without the tyrant knowing about it? How was he even capable of doing something like that? Where did he learn that? And from whom did he learn it? And if he was capable of doing that, what kind of person did that make him?
***
Liah was grateful to be back in her bed but for some reason, she just couldn't seem to sleep. She had spent hours answering question after question from her mother, sister, and concerned neighbors, what she could tell them that is. Tony had warned her not to say anything to anyone about Michael, so she answered as best she could.
She turns her head and glances at the clock on her wall. It was now three am. what was he doing right now? Was he asleep? Unconscious from the blow he got to his head or was he laying there watching television? She wondered.
And why was he the only thing she could think about since she arrived home? She hadn't seen David in over two months, so why wasn't she thinking more about her boyfriend and less about this man she knew only for a few weeks? Why was his face the only thing she sees when she closed her eyes or the sound of his deep voice ringing in her ears. Who was this man? And why was she so consumed by him?
She had called David twice but he didn't answer, so she had decided to wait until the next morning before going to his house.
Thank you all for reading
Verse for thought
But God shall supply all your needs according
To his riches in glory by Christ Jesus
(Phil 4 vs 19)
Ans for riddle from ch 13
The letter Y
Easy wasn't it? Here's another one
What kind of jokes does toes tell?
Good luck my lovelies