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We walked out of the complex and saw..the expidition parked on the curb. The minute we walked out the car sped off and turned a corner.
"We should lay low for awhile" Dave offered.
"That means no patrolling, no going out in costume and don't draw too much attention" Dave added.
"Ok, can we go to your place, I still can't go back to Marcus's and I can't go back to where I was staying before" I asked.
"Sure" Dave said to me, turning back to his camaro.
I decided to ask him how he got the car. "How and where did you get this" I said, motioning to the car.
"Oh, drug dealer left the keys inside when we took down some drug ring" Dave said.
"We?" I asked.
"Justice Forever" Dave responded.
"Oh" I merely said, before we headed back to Dave's.
We got there pretty late that night. Maybe 1-2 in the morning. Dave opened the door and trudged upstairs. He changed into a T-shirt and jeans before I entered his room. I entered his room and sat by the laptop. Dave just fell back onto his bed, jumping slighly as the springs in the matress pushed him up. He let out a long sigh and closed his eyes. He must've been exhausted.
"Tired much?" I asked, sarcastically.
"We were up there for, like, 2 hours" He said back, keeping his eyes closed.
"That's nothing" I said to him.
"Well you have the patience, I don't. I was about to tear my hair out from boredom" Dave said.
I laughed and punched him lightly on the arm. He smiled and sat up in his bed. I noticed something on his arm. It was an indefinite shape and his T-shirt was covering most of it.
"What's that" I asked, pointing at his arm.
His other arm quickly shot up to cover his left arm and he said, "Nothing".
I stood up and started for his bed. He jumped back against the head board, making a banging sound as it the wall behind it.
"Mindy, it's nothing, don't worry about it" Dave said, anxious to keep me away.
I jumped on his bed and ripped his shirt off, exposing his abs and what I could now clearly see was a tattoo. At first I could only look at his now structured abs. When I finally did see his tattoo, I was shocked and angry.
"WHY DID YOU GET A TATTOO" I yelled at him.
"Mindy-"
"WHEN THE FUCK DID YOU GET IT!"
"Mindy-"
"WHAT CORRUPTED YOU TO GET A TATTOO!"
"MINDY!" Dave yelled.
I was shocked at his sudden burst. He looked into my green eyes, feeling like he was boring a hole into my soul.
"Look what it says first, then you can continue yelling at me if you want" Dave said, calmly.
I did look at the tattoo and almost broke down in tears. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I couldn't believe Dave did that. I finally understood why he got the tattoo. I read what was spelled out on his arm.
"Big Daddy"
Dave didn't form any facial expressions as he saw mine. I guess he saw I was about to cry, so he put an arm around me and held me close. I cried into his chest, leaving wet stains on his shirt. He patted circles on my back as I continued to cry into him. When I finally did stop crying I walked into the bathroom to wash my face. I looked in the mirror above the sink and saw that my eyes were red, my face had streams of tears running down them and the bottom of my eyes were puffy. I looked so..vulnerable and needy. I sucked up whatever pride I had left, washed my face and laid on Dave's bed, trying to sleep. Dave lay next to me on his side wrapping an arm around my stomach before we fell asleep.
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