Chapter 25) Lost something?
The girl amazingly got him up and supported him to a bench in the shadow. He moaned when his head made contact with the rail and the whole world around him was spinning. 'Very strange', he thought, 'I can't even see it spinning.' He rubbed his head. 'But it fucking hell is!'
"Shelly's getting psycho…" It sounded cheerful and happy in his head.
"Shut your fucking mouth." He snapped furious. "I swear, one word and I'll shoot you!"
"Owh, sure, and how exactly were you planning on doing that!" It said scornful.
"That's it you little piece of shit!" He sat up and pulled his gun out. "I'm fucking gonna kill you!" He switched his gun from safety and pushed it against his temple. "Any last requests, fucker?"
"Owh, Shel, big bluff!" It started to laugh. "There is now way you're going to shoot me!"
"Watch me!" He spat. His index finger touched the trigger, ready to shoot.
"SANDS!" Someone yelled furious.
"WHAT!" He yelled back. His gun got snatched out of his hand. He gritted his teeth and tried to hit the one who stole it. In reward he got a kick against his knee.
"Cut that out, idiot!" A sigh. "You're just unbelievably, I leave you alone for one freaking minute to get some water and you're trying to kill yourself again!"
It took him a second to figure out who was talking to him. Then he heard the jingling sound of a bracelet. 'Fuck, that girly again. Why is she always mothering me!' He felt her sit down next to him.
"Here, water." She pushed a bottle in his hand. "And the pills." She places three pills in his other hand.
"Looky, looky there is the drug again, junky!"
"Shut up!" He whispered. Trying to hold his temper down.
"Hey, are ye gonna take the pills, or what?" She nagged from next to him.
He cursed under his breath. Didn't she get it! If he would take the pills now, he would take them the next time, and the next time until he couldn't live without them anymore. And he didn't want that. He didn't want to end up like the bad evil man, drinking every second he was awake and going nuts if he couldn't.
"Good boy Shel! Don't take the pills. Don't take them! Don't end up like your daddy! Don't listen to the girly!"
"Sands?" She said worried. "Please take the pills."
Slowly he shook his head. "No, I won't."
"Why not, Sands?" She asked soft.
"Because I don't need them. I'm stronger than this shit." He pointed at his head. "I'm not a weak junky, I don't need drugs to keep the balance."
It was silent for a moment. "Well, a minute ago you almost blow your head off." She swallowed. "So maybe it's a good idea you take the pills."
"No, I won't." he whispered. "Don't you see it? If I take them now, I lose. And I always play to win. I'm not weak!"
"That's true." She agreed. "But think about it this way. You're still hurt, physical and mental. You need to get better to fight again. I think it's smart to take the pills now, so you can get better and win.
It sounded very logical, he had to agree. Slowly he nodded and opened the bottle of water. He took the pills and drunk some of the water. "Now give me my gun back. I don't think this town is ready to see you shoot."
She giggled and handed him his gun back. He felt relieve when the cold metal was back between his belt, he smirked. "So, where we going now?"
"Let's go to a bar or something, it's still early, around three."
"That's fine by me." He stood up a little shaky, but tried to look as strong as possible.
She grabbed his wrist. "C'mon macho let's get something to drink."
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They had only walked through a couple of streets, when Sands started to feel dizzy again. He stopped for a moment and supported against a wall. He took a deep breath. "How fucking far is that bar!" He snapped.
"Just one street. You're okay?"
"Fucking great." He said, wiping the sweat of his forehead. He pushed himself up again. "Walk." He demanded. She thank god didn't argue about him being so mean and dragged him forward.
After a few minutes of horrible pain and suffering she stopped walking again. "We're here. In front of a bar called, Chiquita, it's small, with a couple of little tables, it's not busy and it's cool inside.
Sands simple nodded. "Walk to a table in the corner."
"Okay." She walked him to a table, placed his hand on a chair and he sat down. He sighed in relieve and relaxed a bit. He heard her sit down across him. He pulled out his cigarettes and lighted one. "Did you get my cigarettes?" he asked after inhaling deeply.
"Jup. I also got bubblegum, a very nice pair of earrings, mascara, lip-gloss and other girl stuff." She cheered, handing him the pack of cigarettes.
He smiled putting the cigarettes in his pocket. Then he frowned. "Wait a second, how did you buy that stuff? You are almost out of money."
"Who said anything about buying?" She smiled. "I stole the stuff!" She said proudly. "It wasn't even that hard. I just had to wait 'till nobody was around and slide it in my pockets."
Sands cursed himself. 'Very sweet, turning a little girl into a kleptomaniac…' "Listen luv…" O god, don't let me sound like a fucking dad. "It isn't very smart to steal so much, savvy?"
"Why not? You told me yourself, you did it all the time and never got caught."
'Skip kleptomaniac, she's started to act like me! That's just swell...' He inhaled again. 'Okay, how the fuck am I gonna teach her this?' "Listen, it ain't good to steal. Especially if you're a little girl. And you can get in very big trouble."
"So? Then you can threat and shoot a little and everything is okay again."
Owh Christ, why does she have to be so fucking innocent! Why did she kept on thinking he was her shining knight in armour? Why did she think he would save her? And why did he felt guilty, because he couldn't do that. "Listen, girly. I won't be around for ever, you know? So you better stop fucking around and start acting like a normal person."
"Why would you go away?" She asked sad. "Don't you like me anymore? Did I do something wrong?"
Fuck, why couldn't she just be some fucked up ass he needed to manipulate? Why did she had to be a little girl whom pictured him as a hero! Why was she so crazy to think he was a good person! He had an incredibly urge to shoot her, so he wouldn't have to think about those things again.
"No, you didn't do anything wrong and…" Fuck, what about the 'liking' part? He didn't like her... much. Fucking Christ… He didn't hate her, of course she did some stuff he would have shot her for, but than again he also did some nasty stuff to her… But liking her… Wait a fucking sec! She said, 'don't you like me anymore.' So she thought he had liked her. Why would she think something like that! He never gave her any sign he liked her. What the fuck was her problem! Well, let's skip the 'liking problem'.
"I mean, I'm not gonna hang around for ever. I have tons of things to do with the CIA and so many people to kill." He smirked, yeah that came out right.
"Shell, cut the crap out! You know as good as I do the CIA left you to die and people killing won't be in the picture either. You can't even see the person." The voice started to laugh. "Your future will be a stick and a K9, Shelly!"
Sands cursed at the voice. So yeah, it was one big lie, but he had to tell the girly something! He couldn't stay with her forever, she would get killed by some fucker who wanted him dead. Or in the worst case he would get so crazy he would shoot her himself.
"When are you going to leave then!" Fuck, now she sounded upset.
"Dunno." He said cold.
"And what the hell is that suppose to mean?" She yelled mad. "You're really mean you know! First you teach me how to steal, now you tell me I can't do that anymore! And then you tell me you don't want to hang around with me anymore! Jerk!" After her beautiful speech she started to sob.
Sands could hear people turning around and mumble about him and the girly.
"It's surprisingly Shel, how you always know what to say in every situation." The voice said sarcastic.
He ignored the voice. He looked in her direction. 'Owh fuck, fucking fucked up fuck! What am I going to say now?' He took a second to think. He had to come up with an excuse.
"Girly, listen." He started. " It's not you, it's me."
"Shel, that's the lamest excuse in the world!"
'Indeed, very true,' he thought. 'But half of the time it works.' "Look, I'm that bad guy, remember? It's not good for a girl to hang around with guys like me. So after everything has turned out fine, I'll go. You stay with El, get your money and be very happy."
Lizz bit her lip. If she would start to argue now he would only get pissed off. And if he was pissed… well talking to a wall had more effect. "Okay… I'll get something to drink."
Sands nodded and heard her walk away. He spit on the floor. 'Well, I pretty much fucked that 'dad talk'.
"Excuse me, but DUH! I mean, what kind of example did you had for a dad!"
He had to agree with the voice. But still he had thought, no, hoped he would score a little bit better on the 'dad-thing' than his own daddy-O.
"Why even bother Shel? It's not like you ever will be a dad… Well maybe you are, you screwed around enough in the good old days, but I don't think that you're kiddies want to know what kind of guy their daddy is."
'Hey, if you have to be around, can you at least shut up about my personal life!'
"What, can't handle the truth Shelly?" The voice started to sound very childish. "Or are you just upset, about hurting the poor girly her feelings?" Now the voice was just very annoying.
'Fuck you, I don't care about her, or her feelings! She means nothing to me, only a thing that sees for me.'
"Sure…"
Sands gritted his teeth. 'What! When did I ever give you the slightest idea I liked her!
"Shelly likes the girl…" The voice baited.
With a bang he slammed his fist on the table. "Shut up!" He hissed. "As soon as she comes back, I'll show you I don't like her! She's nothing to me, I hate her. She's fucking annoying, way to naïve and even stupider than El!"
Before he knew it something liquid and very cold splashed over his face. He yelped in surprise and jumped up. His chair fell backwards and he pulled out his gun.
"Don't you even think about it, jerk!" A very familiar, high, loud and furious voice yelled. A glass smashed to piece, not very far from his foot.
"Put that fucking gun out of my face stupid ass!" She continued, still very loud. "How can you say that! Stupid mean… JERK!" She took a pause to get some air. "If you hate me that's fine! But don't rub it in my face like that!" Her voice started to get shaky. "We're going home. You stay here, I got to say bye to someone."
Before he could say a thing she walked away again. His shoulders dropped and he put his gun back in his belt. He didn't even care about what the people in the bar would think of him. Slowly he picked up the chair and he sat down. He wiped the tequila out of his face and felt the liquid ran along his neck.
'Great, I have to look like an idiot right now,' he thought angry. 'Stupid kid, I wasn't even talking to her. I can't help it she overheard my talk.' He sighed.
"Well, Shel, think of it this way. At least you convinced me that you don't give a shit about her. And because I am you, you also convinced yourself! Good job, Shelly!"
"Fuck you!" He snapped. He licked his lips, tasting tequila. Damn, if he hadn't talked so loud he would have a glass of the tasty good. Maybe that was a good thing. This way he would be fully prepared for El, if that fuckmook would try anything. He tensed when he thought of El. The idea of getting back to that man made him shiver. He didn't like it, but he had to admit he was afraid of the man, now he couldn't see him and he was still weak.
"Yeah, Shelly you're weak! You took the pills! Idiot!"
True, he was weak. Weak that he let her talk him into taking the pills. Technically it was her fault, not his. He smiled. Yeah, that was it, she did it. Speaking of the little brat, where did she go?
He sat still and tried to pick up sounds from the room. He heard two people walk around, probably waitresses. He heard one guy talking by the bar and heard Lizz talking too by the bar with some other guy. He couldn't hear there conversation very clear because he sat on the other side of the room, but he heard enough.
"You really have to go? Can't you stay a little bit longer?" The guy next to her begged. Sands made a face. 'Fucking Christ, can you sound more pathetic!'
"No, sorry, I really have to go." She said back. "I promised to be back before sunset."
"To bad, I'm going to miss you." Romeo continued. "At lease finish your drink, Elizabeth."
The girl started to giggle and Sands bit his lip, for stopping a very snappy remark.
"Don't call me that, I sound like you're talking to an old granny." She said.
"It sounds royal, I think. You really can't stay any longer?"
'Fucking Christ, that guy is too pathetic to be real, this has got to stop!' Sands slammed on the table. "No, fuckmook she has to go! And if you wonna keep your goods, you fuck off and come up with some decent pick up lines!" The whole bar went silent.
"You're with him!" The guy asked his voice half filled with unbelief half with fear.
"To my misery, I am." She sighed. "I'm the unlucky girl who gets stuck with creatures like him."
"Cut the annoying comments, girly." Pissed Sands stood up and kicked his chair aside. He walked up to the spot he figured the guy stood. "YOU!" He waited for some kind of sign to tell him where exactly the guy was. Thank god the idiot stood up from the bar and gave him time to focus on his exact position. "You," He continued, now pointing at the guy. "If you don't get the fuck out of here right now, I'll shoot your sick little pussy ass from under you, can you dig it?"
It took exactly two seconds for the guy to get the subtitle hint and run out of the bar. Sands smirked, he still had that threatening attitude. Good! Still his old self! Very proud he turned around, to get rewarded by a slap in the face.
"Fucking kid!" He yelled. Quick he swung around and grabbed her arm. Fast he pulled her close to him.
"Don't touch me!" She started to struggle. "Get your hands of off me!" She twisted her arm and started to scream. That made Sands let go. She fell backwards and landed on the dusty floor. With eyes full of rage she looked up, and saw Sands standing a little unease, probably embarrassed by her scream. Good that would show him!
"How dare you cut of my conversation like that!" She spit from the ground. "And how dare you scare Jorge away!"
"Owh, now it has a name!" He made some wild gestures and mumbled something to himself. "That's fucking great! Why don't you take the fuckmook home!"
Quickly and not very elegant she stood up. "You know what I think! You're just jealous! 'Cause a very good-looking guy sees me, talks to me and buys me a drink."
His mouth dropped, but he recovered fast. "You think that guy likes you! Girl, you have so much to learn! Be glad I came between you and fuckwit, or he would screw you before you can say abortion."
Tears started to well up in her eyes. "Go to hell, Sands!"
"Already there, luv." He replied fast.
She bit her lip and forced herself to keep her mouth shut. On everything she said he would make a snappy come back.
He smirked at her. "That's it? No smart ass remark? I'm very disappointed in you."
She clenched her fist. "You know what, I've had it with you! I'm out!" She picked up her stuff and her jacket. And with one last glare she walked out the bar.
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'Bastard, stupid ignorant piece of shit!' She thought very mad. "Finally I find a nice guy who talks to me, buys me a drink, throws a couple of compliment and idiot ruins it all!" Very pissed she walked through the streets. After a couple of minutes she found the car. She smiled. "Good almost home."
She walked to the car and opened the door. Then she stopped. She rolled her eyes. "C'mon Lizz, don't even think about feeling guilty for leaving big ass at the bar."
With one foot she stepped in the car then stopped. "Jeez! Lizz don't be so sweet!" She told herself. "Every time you go back for that guy he hurts you." She stepped in the car. "Good girl, see that wasn't too hard?"
She sighed and looked into the mirror. "I wonder what he's doing right now." She bit her lip. "Maybe he got himself killed in that bar… But that's his own fault, not mine!"
She putted the radio on, immediately a Mexican reporter started to talk about the weather. 'Or maybe he's walking through the city, alone, in the dark, with the voices in his head… and a gun in his belt.' Lizz swallowed. "That can't go well." Immediately she picked up her jacket and started to look for the car keys. She frowned. "Where the hell are the keys?" She pulled out everything and placed it on the dashboard. Gum, snickers, lip-gloss and mascara started to fill the car, but there were no keys.
She cursed and felt in her other pockets, but again no keys. Suddenly she stopped. "Wait a second…" She looked around. "He wouldn't have?" Her eyes narrowed. "Guess his 'don't-steal-talk' was one big fake."
Very mad she opened the door and slammed it shut. "Great, I can see that cocky smile already…"
Yeah, another long chap! I still don't know exactly where this story goes, but I at least know what next chap will bring! You wonna know what? Then review, it makes the writhing easier!
Luvzzz Sue-AnneSparrow.