CHAPTER 10

Suffice to know of our night that I will not divulge the details. But poor old Jimmy, his bed was now tainted.

He wasn't too pleased about it, either. I awoke the next morning to see his face hovering over mine and his eyes were dark and authoritative.

"I want to talk to you," he said sharply.

"About what?" I murmured. I wanted him to go away so I could sleep.

"About everything. Get up."

I pulled the blankets closer to my chin and sighed. "Don't want to."

"Get up!" I felt something hit my head and I opened my eyes to see Jimmy holding his trusty pistol.

"Okay, okay, okay, let me get dressed!" I yelped, cowering down. Jimmy smiled and stood back to let me get out of bed. However, he didn't realize that I was, in fact, completely naked under the covers. I cleared my throat and cocked my head toward the sleeping girl next to me. Jimmy understood.

"Meet me in the alley, kid." Jimmy left, and I quickly got dressed. Whatsername was still asleep when I stole out of the warehouse to find Jimmy pacing around the charred mannequins and smoking a cigarette.

When he saw me, he stopped pacing and walked toward me. As he advanced, he was backing me against the wall.

His face was a total of five inches away from mine as he drew out his pistol again and placed the cold tip to the side of my head.

"Uh, Jimmy, what are you doing?" I tentatively asked. There was no telling what Jimmy would do to me.

"I think a better question would be… what did you do to my sister, oh great, Jesus of Suburbia?" Jimmy narrowed his cold dark eyes.

I bit my lip. "Jimmy, we were drunk!"

"That's no excuse!" He hit the pistol butt against my head, hard, and I cowered. Jimmy was certainly pleased to see me cringe in fear and narrowed his eyes further, if that was possible. "Jesus, that's no excuse!" He swore.

I turned my gaze away his lethal-looking eyes. "I'm sorry, but I really do like Whatsername. And I'm sorry if you don't like seeing us together."

Jimmy hit the pistol against my head again, obviously more pissed. "Goddamn it, Jesus, that's not what I meant!" he hissed. "I don't have a problem with you and my girl."

I held back a small sigh of relief.

"But," he started again, grabbing my chin and forcing me to stare into his eyes once more. "I do have a problem with you two doing it on the first date, on my bed, with my condoms, AND YOU'VE ONLY KNOWN HER FOR A FEW WEEKS!" he screamed in my face. Bits of his spit splattered on my skin, but I as too frightened to wipe it off. I cowered against the wall behind me. I wasn't ashamed of cowering because Jimmy's face was contorted with contempt and fury. What had happened to my best friend?

Jimmy stood back and glared at me for a minute, then glared down the alley. I would have looked away, but for some reason I had to keep my eyes on him. He let out an angry sigh, and turned back to me.

"You hurt her... You hurt her in any way, and mark my words, I'll fucking kill you." He threatened, waving the pistol in front of my face. He put his gun away and stormed down the alley as my knees crumpled under my weight and I stared helplessly after the person idolized, my best friend, St.Jimmy.