CAHPTER FOUR: I STILL RECALL…
Devi blinked her eyes open slowly, painfully. Her head was throbbing, her back screaming in pain, and her shoulder stinging. Yet all of the pain seemed to leave her as she caught sight of Johnny. Why the HELL was he still here?!
She stood, glaring at him.
"Come to finish the job?!" She demanded coldly.
"No-I-the painting…" Johnny stammered.
"What about it? It means nothing. Now get out!"
"But…Devi…" Johnny said, his eyes pleading.
Devi slapped him across the fact making some of the cuts bleed with a fresh intensity.
"But nothing, get the hell out of here! I kicked your ass once, and I'll do it again! She yelled.
"Fine." Said Johnny, glaring, angry tears forming in his eyes. "I should have left you bleeding outside in the open, vulnerable to whoever came along." He then turned and ran out. Above the heavy footsteps and crunching glass, Devi heard a sob.
Devi sat heavily in her chair, every muscle screaming in protest. Why on Earth had she just done that? She could have fixed things, but had let anger and shock get the best of her. She then stood, found a first aid kit, and started to clean herself up, pondering.
Did the painting really mean nothing to her? No, it was a tribute to Johnny, it meant quite a lot. Then why had she screamed at him? Confusion? Recalling what happened and not being able to sort out emotions? Yes, that was it. Emotional conflict. There was far too much of it in her life there days. She really needed to go to Johnny, to apologize.
"He'll never accept my apology. After all, I never accepted his." She thought, sadly. But she had to try, right? An internal argument arose.
What if he tries to kill me when I go to apologize? What if he just kills me on sight?
He wouldn't. You saw him, and you know he's missed you. He's probably felt the same as you have. He had to have, he brought you inside rather than leaving you.
Well, he's mad at me now, he wouldn't want to hear any of it. He hates me.
Devi shook her head. She needed a good place to think this over. She would have to leave the store vulnerable. There wasn't any money in the register, anyway, it had just been emptied. There was one good thinking place she new of, though she'd only been there once: The hill above the city where Johnny had taken her before.