Don't owe. Happy now?
Two days passed. Faye was hooked on C.J more than money himself. Spike, on the other hand, became more annoyed when C.J calls her to visit him instead of her staying at home and settling down. He sank on the sofa, eyes glued to the TV in front of him. Jet, staring at him, shook his head and sighed. "Why don't you get a break?" he asked.
"I am," spike answered, "I'm watching TV."
"I mean…" he slowly took the remote from him, "Faye."
Spike sprung up from his seat, startling Jet. "I am not worried about her!" he argued. "She seems to live a great life with her new 'boyfriend' so why should I bother?"
Ed slowly approaches from her room, prancing "Spike Loves Faye, Spike loves Faye…"
"Shut up you tramp!"
"And now that she's away, she aloof and plays… Spike loves Faye!"
"That's it…."
"Ahhh!"
Jet sighed as Spike chased Ed around with a large stick. "Maybe he is falling in love with her…"
Spike looked at him evilly." What did you say!"
Jet gulped. "Nothing."
"Do you know what?" Spike walked towards the door, "I am going for a walk." He carried his gun, just in case. "Just me, myself and I…"
Just me, myself and I, he thought. He wondered around the busy streets of Mars. He passed through shops and smell perfume. The perfume Faye would have liked… if it was bought by… C.J.
He was filled with disgust. 'Damn C.J,' he thought, 'deceiving Faye like that.' He sat down on a nearby bench. Papers were flying everywhere. 'Dirty place,' he thought, 'Why am I here?'
A paper landed on the front of his face. He cursed. Today wasn't his day.
But then again, maybe it was.
It was a cocaine wrap. He knew the smell of cocaine when he smells it.
But that wasn't the main topic. He furrowed his eyebrows at the small drawing on it.
It was a blurry drawing of C.J.'s tattoo. He folded it and kept it in his pocket.
That evening Faye came back from home. "Hello," she said, not in her usual tone. She sounded a bit sad. She saw everybody eating noodles. Jet was the first person to reply. "Hey, what's up?"
"Nothing," she answered.
Spike wanted to say something, but was distracted when he saw some bruises on her back. "What happened to your back?" he asked.
"I fell down on the steps," she answered.
"Tell me the truth, Faye. This cannot be the job of stairs only. What really happened?"
"Nothing, I just fell…"
"Quit the lies! If I should find out that C.J has anything to do with this I will…"
"Calm down Spike, he didn't do anything…"
"Like Hell he did!" He walked towards her. "Why are you with that creep! I don't trust him at all!"
"Well I do!" Faye argued. "I trust him more than I trust you!"
"Faye, don't let the life of money and love confuse you."
"I am not confused! Why don't you understand me?"
"I do understand you. That Lowlife scum is beating you up. Leave the dirty old bastard and live your own life!"
Last straw. She slapped him so hard that it left a mark. "I will have my own life, when I leave you!" She went to her room, slamming the door after her.
Silence. Ed and Jet stared at Spike, who was touching the pain on his cheeks. Jet decided to break the peace. "Do you need ice?" he asked.
He grumbled an affirmative. He went into the room and closed the door behind him.
"Spike," Jet called, "Do you need to talk?"
"I'm fine," he said as he loaded his gun.
Tomorrow, he is going to visit the oh- so- popular C.J.
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