Right Between The Ink On Your Tattoo
Chapter Seven – No More Goodbyes
He sat across the table from me watching as people walked in and out of the coffee shop dressed like they had just jumped out of a fashion magazine. Uncomfortable was exactly how he looked, the way he fidgeted with everything his hands touched, how he slouched down as if he weren't worthy of being here, and most of all how the people glared as they saw him.
I couldn't help it but the laugh somehow got out into the air. He looked up slowly and glared at me.
"Jack if you don't like it here you know we can leave anytime just say the word," I giggled a smile upon my lips.
"No...no I'm alright."
Stiring my tea I realized how out of odd we must have looked together. Me sitting with my legs folded up to my knees, dressed just like everyone else around and then Jack sitting there in tattered clothes and messy hair. Although I knew he wouldn't say anything about our situation even if it were killing him. That's the problem with caring.
Bobby sat on Kaye's bed as she ran around her room shoveling clothes into her suitcase. Kaye couldn't concentrate on anything but memories of Jack.
"So I don't think I understand, why were you in that dress again?" he asked.
She had changed into a pair of camo shorts, a black tank top, and bright blue and pink chucks.
"I told you I was visiting family... I still can't believe Jack's alive," she replied sitting on the top of her suitcase as she tried to zip it shut.
Bobby laughed, "Yeah well reporters and cops are fucked up."
She glared at him, "Why would they lie though."
"Everyone wants the Mercer's dead."
She looked at him for a while then shrugged. She jumped up whipping Bobby in the face with her ponytail.
"Come on lets go! I want to see Jack!" she urged grabbing his arm and pulling him to his feet. He couldn't help but roll his eyes at her. No ones ever been that excited to see Jack before.
"GO TO HELL BOBBY YOU KNOW THAT'S NOT TRUE," Kaye screamed at Bobby from the passenger's seat her arms crossed and her face twisted with anger.
Bobby chuckled loudly.
"Your buttons are as easy to push as his."
"WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SUCH AN ASS ALL THE TIME."
"Hey Doll don't get pissed at me for warning you about my little sisters sexuality."
"UGH GOD NO WONDER YOUR ON EVERYONES HIT LIST," Kaye yelled then stuck her headphones in her ears and turned her ipod up to maximum volume.
"Gonna blow your ears out Doll," he stated even though he knew she couldn't hear him.
Kaye watched silently as Bobby checked them into the motel. After at least ten minutes of arguing Bobby turned to her and nodded for her to follow him. She had never stayed in a motel before, never even stayed in a hotel under four stars, but never in her life did she imagine herself staying in a motel with the likes of Bobby Mercer.
They hadn't really said anything sense the argument in the car and it was no surprise to either of them that they both crawled into there beds and laid facing opposite direction.
Kaye let her mind drift as she dozed off.
"Why Kaye?" Jack whispered in my ear as we lay in bed.
I clung to him tightly, never wanting this moment to end.
"Why what? I don't understand what your asking."
He sighed, "why do you care about me, you could have anyone. Especially someone better than me."
I couldn't stop the tears from spilling.
"Because I don't want someone better Jack. I want you."