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Chapter Two: Californication

I gazed out the window. It was another perfect day in LA. The wind was subtle, but still the trees swayed gracefully. The sun glistened on the pool and the glare was so bright I had to close my eyes. Usually, I was very social but not today. Today a sense of excitment ran through me. I opened my eyes and studied the tree tops again.

There were a few knocks at the door but I was too spaced to notice. Through the corner of my eye I did see a woman walk in. Surprisingly, it wasn't Claire, or any other of the girls I lived with. Her dark auburn hair bounced and seemed to dance off the tips of her tattered jean jacket She was frightened. Her arms were wrapped around herself. Her white knuckles showed stress as she clung to her purse.

"C-Craig," though there were stutters in her voice it was calm and sweet. "H-how are y-you?"

What a stupid question, she didn't come here to ask how I was. "Get the hell out of here," my voice was low and cold.

Reluctant to my demand, she continued her walk towards me. Out of all the days, why did she have to come now? Now! Ashley Kerwin came looking for me today! She had to leave.

I finally turned my head into her direction, revealing my hideous scar. Taken back, she jumped slightly.

"What happened, Craig?"

Though I didn't answer, it was almost like she knew. Looking into each others eyes, I quivered, she did too. I broke away and looked back on to the trees. She followed my glare.

"It's been four years…Since I've seen you, since you ran away." she quicked the conversation.

"Since you broke up with me," I added, seeming like a smart ass.

"That doesn't mean I wasn't worried! You scared us all to death, Craig!"

I took a step back and walked to the other window on the opposite wall. "So Detective Kerwin, how exactly did you find me?"

"Your name is mentioned in just about every conversation in just about every club. I know what you've been doing, Craig. All the drugs! What have you been thinking? Are you trying to get yourself killed?" her breathing fasten with the questions. "Honestly, this isn't how I would have been picturing you,"

"I could be saying the same about you. I never thought you would sleep with Spinner. We're all wrong sometimes,"

She stared at me shocked, "How-what-who!"

"His university was only about 30 minutes apart from yours. You hooked up at a party and dated for almost 25 months. Congratulations on making to the 2 year mark, that's better than us!" the sarcasm cut through her like a knife. I have to say, I was happy about that.

She fired back as her hand whipped across my face. "I can't believe you, Craig. This isn't you. Tell me what happened. I deserve to know."

"Leave. That's all the explanation you deserve." I walked over to the door and opened it slowly. Davey was out there, holding a gun. I shut the door. "The window, go…now!"

"I'm not going anywhere,"

"Damn it Ashley!" I tried to yell but it was reduced down to a whisper. "You have to trust me,"

"After the way to just treated me? Are you serious?"

"You came here because you love me," I was taking a big risk with this one but I had too. Her life was on the line.

"You don't know that,"

"If you love me, you trust me. Go out the window turn left and run. I'll tell them you're staying with at one of the hotels on the opposite side." I opened the window, "there's a little fence over there that should help you get off the roof,"

"Craig, why! What's going on?"

"They'll get you. You already know to much."

"I-I don't know anything!"

I grabbed her shoulders and led her closer to the window, "they don't know that."

Her icy blue eyes became glossy. She held back her tears and began to back out the window. Her face was covered with confusion. She jumped back at me and wrapped her arms around me. I gently push her away. She couldn't be here, I didn't want her here. It was to dangerous. As the went through the window and was clear out of sight, I walked out to face them.

Davey's rat like features were twitching anxiously. "Where's the girl?"

"She's in there bawling," I laughed ignorantly and studied my fingernails seeming careless. "I broke her heart."

"Well me and her got some unfinished business," Davey pushed his gun to my chest to get me out of the waythen opened the door to my bedroom.

Moments later he yelled, "Ey boss! There's nobody in here!" he rushed through the door and looked at me, "looks like she ran...Or somebody let her out?" he held the gun to my chin. He pulled back at it, and it clicked. It was loaded, he was going to shoot me.

BANG!

My heart nearly stopped as I watchedDavey fall suddenly to the ground. The blood was splatter across on the wall parallel ofwhere he was standing.Jay put the gun back on to his belt.

"I know you let her go, Craig," he didn't look at me. He was concentrated on Davey's dead body. "I hope it was to save her, and not yourself." He ran his fingers through his hair and shook his head, "welcome to California, Davey."