"Ruby its 7am on my day off, this had better be good." I sat up, eyes cracking open as I yawned down the phone.
Sleep hadn't come easy last, visions of Walt touching another woman waking me from sleep every time I drifted off.
"Sorry Vic, but I've just had a call from the alarm company." Rubys voice came down the phone at me getting me out of my own head. "Apparently the alarm at the red pony is going off and they don't seem to a contact phone number now that Henry doesn't own the bar."
"Can't you just ring Walt?" I replied feeling indignant.
Ruby sigh "well that's the thing, I can't get hold of him, I tried him right after I couldn't get a hold of Henry."
I told Ruby I'd head on out to the bar and got up sliding into my Levi's and work shirt from yesterday that I'd thrown over the side of my bed last night. All the while cursing Walt and his new bloody house guest for not answer the phone on my day off.
Okay so maybe not answering the phone wasn't my actual reason for being pissed.
I made it down to the bar in no time and dealt with that. I'm not sure where Henry was but his truck wasn't anywhere to be seen.
"Hey Ruby," I said into my radio mic.
"Go ahead Vic" she replied quickly.
"Yeah, hey, have you heard from Walt?"
Her answer made my spidey senses tingle and not in a good way.
"I might just head over there. Henry isn't at the bar either so I think somethings up."
"Sure thing, I'll send Ferg over when he gets in."
"Thanks Ruby. Out."
I tried to stick to the speed limit going over but the closer I go to Walts drive way the more stomach turned over. Walt was never late to office these days or at least he called Ruby so she knew what he was up to.
Damn it why didn't he have a cell phone!
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I don't like the feeling of waking up on the ground after being knocked out. I like it even less when it's floor in my own home I'm waking up on.
Slowly I took stock of my body. My face hurt and breathing wasn't the easiest thing in the world. Keeping my eyes closed I listened for any sign of life other than my laboured breathing.
Opening my eyes slowly, one of my eyelids only opening a crack, I can't see anything aside from the contents of my living room strewn everywhere. Looking around I see that no one is in the living room with me at least. Somewhere in my freshly conscious brain I registered that wasn't a good thing.
Deciding that the silence meant nothing good I attempted roll on to my side. Very quickly I decided that probably wasn't a great idea.
"Ahhh…" I grunted, the pain in my left side intensified, screaming up and down my ribcage, something was definitely broken.
Still I've got to get moving my memory is starting to come back in flashes instead of a hazy sense of something or someone missing.
Before I can move though I hear the front porch board's creek as someone moves toward the door slowly.
As the door eases open I hear the best sound in the world.
"What the fuck!"
Over the top of the upturn sofa I see the back of Vic's head as she walks in and sees the disaster zone that used to be my living room.
I try and call her name but the only thing that comes out is a whoosh of pained breath. I try again, this time a make a noise that at least get Vic attention.