Page 9 of Blood Owed (Blood Mafia 1)
What kind of person does that?
This is why I’m keeping the psycho and possibly sociopathic episode a secret for now. Maybe the remorse will hit later.
Lexi takes my silence to mean something significant, and I see her mind working, chasing her own thoughts until she says, “Kevin is an asshole.”
I nod and go grab a tub of ice cream from the freezer. Lexi picks up two spoons from my clean dish rack and follows me into the living room. She doesn’t even question me wanting ice cream at ten in the morning.
Sitting down on the couch and opening the tub, I press my lips together and try to muster something for her. She’s waiting for a breakdown. Breakups call for ice-cream, but with everything last night, I’m not able to process the pain my heart feels at Kevin’s betrayal.
All I can think is how I’m a grade A, certifiable sociopath. Or maybe psycho. I do cry when those sad dog commercials come on, so I’m not a total freak, right?
Lexi dips her spoon into the Moose Tracks ice cream and sighs. “You deserve way better than that asshole, you know?”
“Yeah,” I mumble. The ice cream melts against my tongue, but the taste doesn’t impress me like it normally does. My stomach is in too many knots about potentially going to jail.
Yeah, I’m a dick. I’m more worried about-facing jail time than I am for killing a man.
Lexi sticks around a while longer. When she goes to the bathroom, I hurry and peek through the blinds. I don’t find any cops, but my eyes land on a sleek murdered out SUV—pitch black window tinting, onyx rims, and dark tinted lights. I bite down on my lip.
I’ve never seen this car before. None of my neighbors own something that nice. I don’t think cops drive hundred-thousand-dollar rides.
No. This car is for someone important.
More important than me. Which is why there is no way it’s here for me. Definitely not.
“What are you looking at?” Lexi asks.
Turning away from the window and slamming against the wall, I hold my chest. “Jesus, Lex, you scared the shit out of me.”
She snickers and saunters over. I start to tell her not to look, but realize that’ll sound crazy. Her eyes widen when she sees the car.
“Whoa. Do you know how expensive that SUV is?” Her blue eyes flick to me, and her mouth hangs open.
I nod. “Really expensive.”
Lexi snorts. “Really, really expensive. Like upward of one-hundred-and-fifty-thousand, Demi.”
My throat bobs when I gulp. “Holy crap.”
She lets go of the blinds and looks around my apartment. “I have to go. Exams are next week so I should put in some study time. Are you going to be okay?”
I smile. “I’ll be okay, Lexi. Thank you for coming over.” I hug her, and she squeezes me back.
“I’m so happy you’re my friend, Demi.”
Melting into the comfort of her arms, I feel my eyes mist.
Can this be the breakdown I’ve been waiting for?
Lexi steps back and pats my cheek roughly. “Chin up, buttercup. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
The tears never fall,and as soon as Lexi leaves, I slink back to the window like some paranoid crack addict. When I check, I see the car is gone. I sigh and bump my head against the wall.
“You’re a freak, Demi,” I tell myself.
After a few more hours of being cooped up in the apartment, I call in an order for Chinese, since Kevin took mine yesterday, and hop in my car to pick it up. It’s four-thirty in the afternoon, but luckily, I score a parking spot a block away from the little restaurant.
Living in the general downtown area of San Francisco has its perks. Great food, amazing nightlife, and tons of stores. Right now, all the concrete and life are stifling. My skin crawls as I glance around. There are so many people.
