Falling off the couch I opened my eyes in a cold sweat. My heart raged pounding on my chest as I found myself back in my apartment, the news on. It was a dream, I sighed gazing at the time, and it was almost 1am. Groaning to myself I tried to calm my nerves. I was shaking violently as I stood up and sat back down on the couch. A soft knock came from the door.
"Boscorelli, open up!" I heard as another loud pounding followed. What the hell happened? I stood up walking towards the door slowly remembering the dream all too clearly. Peaking though the peep hole stood the one person who I really didn't want to see, Cruz. I opened the door taking a deep breath wondering if I could deal with her right now. I noticed her eyes look me up and down. I knew I looked like shit; I didn't need someone telling me that. She stood there watching me, almost clueless and waiting for me to say something.
"I see you're alive." I grumbled staring at her with a sideways look.
"I see you look like crap." She snapped back. "Expecting to see someone else?" She asked.
My eyebrows arched as I tried to figure out what she meant. She blew it off. "Am I aloud in?" She asked.
Staring at her for a minute still pondering over her last statement I nodded reluctantly moving aside as she walked in past me. I closed the door following her in to my living room. She turned towards me. "We have to talk." She stated simply watching me.
"Yeah?" I muttered sitting down, my gaze watching the TV screen. She blocked my view standing in front of me. I looked up at her.
"Noble's dead." Cruz said staring down at me showing no emotion what so ever.
"What?" I choked out.
"A bum found him dead a few blocks from his place last night; he was beaten to death and shot a few times." She replied.
I tried to take it all in as I tore my gaze away from her and to the ground.
"They don't know who killed him, but, you're a likely suspect." She continued as I stood up.
"What!? How am I a suspect! I didn't do anything!" I yelled in her face.
"That's why, come on Boscorelli, you never thought about killing him, after all he killed Faith." She yelled back at me. "Or was that you?" She snapped back cleverly. That was it, she went too far. I looked at his in disbelief pushing her backwards abruptly, which was the most I've done to a girl before. I swore on my grave I would never hit a woman like my dad did to my ma.
"So you just came here to piss me off?!" I yelled back at her as she looked at me, putting a fake hurt expression on her face.
"No." She shook her head.
I looked away from her rolling my eyes.
"I wanted to tell you I was sorry." She muttered looking at me.
"You're sorry?" I hissed looking at her.
"I'm sorry that you lost your friend." She continued showing sympathy in her eyes. "Really."
"Ritza, get out." I said choked out lowly fighting back a few tears.
She watched me for a second, then turned on heel and left, slamming the door in her footsteps.
I'm not sure how long I stood their clueless, thinking about what was just said. I was suspected for murder? Wow, this must be a record, this was my second time in 2 years. That should count for something, right?