Enjoy this chapter. It's alittle short , sorry for that.
I woke up the next morning on the couch, and sat up. I was a little confused; I'd went to sleep on the floor last night. And where was Sonny?
I looked around, and saw him on the floor beside me. I came to the conclusion that he'd moved me onto the couch and slept on the floor. He stared up at the ceiling, and looked over when he saw me watching him. "Morning Sleeping Beauty."
He shot me a crooked grin, and I waved quietly.
I heard the front door open, and glanced over as Eric entered the room. "Hey Will." He waved, and started into the kitchen. When he saw Sonny, he halted. I saw recognition flash in his eyes, and I glanced back and forth between the two of them. Eric cleared his throat. "I'm gonna go make some breakfast."
After he left the room, I looked at Sonny and he was already on his feet. "I gotta go." He slipped on his hoodie and shoes and started out of the room.
"Hey, wait a second.." I frowned.
He looked back at me, and I could see regret in his eyes.
"What."
He said it more like a statement than a question. I flinched and shook my head. "Nothing." He turned around and practically ran out the door. I wondered what had spooked him so badly, until Eric came back in the room.
"Who was that?"
"Someone I met at school..." I murmured. "Do you know him?"
"I don't want him here again Will. There aren't a lot of things I ask from you but... just keep him out." He pointed to his leg, and then it hit me.
The scar on Eric's leg was from a fight he'd gotten in back in early February. It was from a bullet wound. I remembered Sonny telling me about the fight that had occurred with he and someone he had met. I felt sick.
Eric had been jailed for a week after the fight, but my dad had bailed him out shortly before the accident that took his life in March.
I had never connected Eric's injury with Sonny. Probably because Sonny had said he'd been seventeen when that had happened. But he also had said he'd killed Eric. So he was probably lying about his age too.
"What happened?" I wanted Eric's side of the story. I had never talked to him about the fight, because I figured it didn't concern me.
"I think we were both kind of... drunk. I never wanted to fight with him. But I..." he paused and sighed. "That's what it came to. Just be careful around him Will. He's got a pretty bad record... he's probably really dangerous."
I let out a sigh. "I won't bother with him anymore."
Eric nodded and smiled a little. "Hey, don't let this get you down, 'kay?"
I returned the smile and shrugged. "It's all good." Despite my response, my mind still pondered over the mystery.
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