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Free Falling	By : CertainUncertainty Category: +S through Z > Saints Row Views: 1633 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: This chapter turned out to be way longer than I liked, so I split it up into two chapters, this one and the next. That's why the next chapter is so short. Enjoy and R&R because it inspires me. :3
It was midnight. Officially Tuesday. Jamien sat at the bar, a small glass of vodka in one hand and a lit blunt in the other. Times like this he missed Johnny the most, having someone to sit and laugh with. Pierce was okay but busy with other things. Shaundi was too close to having her throat slit, busy with her stupid show or not.
'The Saints's name used to mean more than body spray and some ass-tasting energy drink...'
Jamien tossed his drink back and hissed at the burn. Johnny was right. No wonder some ass blown Belgian thought the Saints would just roll over and take whatever he gave them. They'd sold out. The real question was, could they get it back?
The elevator let out a ding before the door slid open, and Pierce stepped out. "Those little lightning motherfuckers blew up my Sovereign!"
"What?" Jamien drew smoke from his blunt then put it down.
"The Deckers! I got a call saying that the Deckers were trying to rob the Planet Saints over in Stanfield. I take my happy ass over there to help out. We went through twelve waves of those bitches. TWELVE! A damned specialist blew up my Sovereign!" Pierce ranted, pacing back and forth.
"You can get another one, Pierce."
Pierce stopped. "That's not the fucking point, man! We just gunned down about a hundred of them! It's fucking ridiculous! We need to make these little kids sit they asses down! Go play video games or something!"
Jamien refilled his glass and nodded, offering his herbal medicine to Pierce. "This will calm you down so we can think of something."
Pierce reluctantly sat down next to Jamien. "I swear if I get my hands on one of those roller skating bitches, her face will be as blue as her damned clothes."
"Pierce. Drink. Smoke. Make with the calming down." Jamien took out his phone and dialed Kinzie's number. "The Deckers are a problem, Kinzie."
"I've been working on that."
"And? What have you come up with?" Pierce handed him the blunt and he accepted it, took a puff, then handed it back.
"Well, I guess you were bound to be here someday."
"What are you talking about?"
"Come to my place. I'll show you what you're gonna need."
Jamien looked at his phone. He couldn't have heard her right. "Kinzie just invited us to her hideout."
Pierce's eyes widened. "No. Fucking. Way."
Jamien nodded. "Yeah. Fucking insane." He slid off of his bar stool and walked over to the intercom. "Two of you get your asses up here, now."
Pierce looked at Jamien. "You leaving Dee here?"
Jamien took one long drag on his blunt before putting it out, and nodded. "I doubt Kinzie would welcome anyone but us. Besides... She's joined the army of women who are pissed off at me for some reason or another right now."
"What did you do to her?"
"I had an insurance fraud opportunity and didn't explain it to her beforehand. Apparently, it isn't funny to pretend like you're dying after being hit by seven cars. People tend to think you really are dying." He shrugged. "Shit like that."
Pierce shook his head and opened his mouth to say something, but ended up shaking his head some more. "She isn't used to our life, man. The shit we go through would give normal people a heart attack."
Jamien smiled. "I don't know what you're talking about. I consider myself normal."
Pierce looked at him as if he had grown another head. "That shit isn't funny, man. Don't joke like that. You know you're not normal, right?"
Jamien only smiled and walked back over to the bar to put down his blunt. "Hey, Dee?"
No answer. It was getting old.
"I'm going out. Two guys will be here in a minute to watch you until I get back."
Still no answer. He knew she was in the tub. He wondered if she had the guts to drown herself in it. He thought about going up to check on her, but figured she'd probably attack him and accuse him of trying to see her naked. Ugh, women. Fuck it.
The runts stepped off of the elevator, not sure what to expect.
"You're on babysitting duty. She's upstairs taking a bath, so if you have to go, use the ones downstairs. Don't bother her unless she tries to get on an elevator. She's not to leave for any reason."
"What if there's a fire?" One of them asked, apparently a smart ass.
"Then you burn the fuck down with her and the building. When I get back here, I better find at least one of your asses up here with her, crispy critter or not." Jamien passed them and got on the elevator with Pierce.
When the doors closed, Pierce looked at him. "You really expect them to die for her?"
"Pierce, if those fuckers are dumb enough to stay in this penthouse when its on fire, then neither of them should be a Saint. I mean, come on, would you want someone who thinks like that guarding your back in a gunfight?" Jamien shook his head. "Hell, if nothing else, I know Denitra would take them out if it really came down to it."
"How do you know?"
"She goes to college. If they teach you how to argue, then they have to teach self-preservation. That place just gives out common sense. No wonder they push kids to go to college these days."
"Then why don't you go?"
Jamien gave Pierce a meaningful look then broke out into a smile. Both mean spoke at the same time.
"Nah."
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The warehouse was hidden amongst other abandoned ones in Salander, along the coast of the city. Inside, it was dark except for the dim glow where Kinzie had to be. "You can hit the light."
Jamien eagerly found the light switch, illuminating the area with light. Kinzie sat in a chair, cross legged with her trusty laptop in her lap. Jamien wondered how often she replaced the thing. He also wondered something else that always came to mind whenever he saw a redhead; did the carpet match the drapes? Pierce wandered about picking up random things. "It's...homey." Jamien managed to say.
"I don't see a bed." Pierce pointed out, eyeing a newspaper clipping.
"Sleep is forbidden." Kinzie stated simply, never taking her eyes off of the computer screen.
"What the fuck did the Deckers do to the chopper?" Jamien asked, realizing that this was the second time he'd talked to Kinzie that day, yet the first time he'd asked about what happened last night.
"Matt must have hacked into its flight computer and fried it with an EMP."
Pierce picked up a mannequin head covered with a bondage mask.
"You can do that?" Jamien was surprised.
"You can do a lot worse. If Matt gets the Decker Use-Net plugged into the central power grid it's...trust me, it's bad."
Pierce shoved the mannequin in Jamien's face. Jamien jumped in surprised then frowned. Pierce threw the head down, moving onto other interesting things Kinzie had collected.
"So how do we nail the Deckers?" Jamien inquired, doing his best to ignore Pierce, who'd just found the Penetrator, a huge (no, seriously HUGE) purple bat in the form of a silicone dildo, complete with fleshy balls and circumcised tip. Right as Kinzie spoke, he felt the cold, firm head of the offending object touch his cheek, causing him to jump and look at Pierce menacingly, then gesture to Kinzie, telling him to pay attention.
"If I could worm into their mainframe, I'd do all sorts of naughty things. But I don't have the gear for that." She turned towards them suddenly, turning her computer around for them to see the monitor. They both turned to her, as if they'd been paying attention the entire time. Pierce attempted to hide the huge bat behind his back, but the first thirteen inches of it hung over his head, the tip dangling downward to Jamien's head. Both of their faces were a picture of total innocence.
"That's one of the most powerful learning computers in North America... And STAG's got one."
Jamien leaned in to get a better look at what he'd be looking for, when another window appeared over the 3D image. A young kid smiled back at him, with jet black hair, eyeliner, and lipstick. "Thanks for the tip, Agent Kensington."
Kinzie turned her computer back around. "Argh, damn it!"
Jamien frowned. "Wait, that punk is Matt?"
The computer giggled. "'That punk kid' is the cyber god who just crashed your helicopter. Cheers!"
The window disappeared and Kinzie began typing on her computer. "His people are probably halfway to the computer by now." She sounded irritated already and the night wasn't even over. She looked up at them. "Go!"
Without another word, both men turned around and headed back towards Jamien's car. Once Jamien had made it back to the main road, he called Kinzie. "Kinzie, where's the computer being held?"
A black and neon blue Solar power slid around the corner and gunned it, aiming to hit them head on. It briefly occurred to Jamien that the Deckers were aware of Kinzie's location. He made a mental note to bring that up to her later. Pierce leaned out of his window and aimed his TEK Z-10 at the oncoming car's windshield before turning the bullet assault on the car's engine as Jamien swerved around it, causing the engine to blow.
"At the STAG PR Center. Hurry." Kinzie answered promptly.
Pierce slid back into his seat and looked over at Jamien. "So you and Shaundi were beaten by a little punk like Miller?" He shook his head.
"Beaten?" Jamien looked at Pierce for a second, offended. "He crashed our fucking helicopter."
"That sounds like you lost to me."
"Put me in a room with Miller and we'll see who loses." Jamien retorted bitterly, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter and giving the car more gas. Jamien's phone rang again.
"Aren't you there yet?"
"Calm down, we'll get there." Jamien snapped.
"I don't want that little bastard beating me again."
"Don't worry, he won't." Jamien hung up on her, and resisted the urge to throw his phone out the window. What was with the fugly attitudes from all of the women in his life?
"Kinzie's a little high strung, don't you think?"
"She barely goes out and stares at that screen most of the time. I'm surprised she's still sane."
Pierce gave his leader a doubtful look. "Are you sure she still is?"
Jamien couldn't help but smile a little at the thought of the huge bat-dildo she hadn't bothered to hide from them. He exited off the freeway, made the turn towards the PR Center, and was greeted by the sound and smell of gunfire that tainted the air.
"Looks like the Deckers started the party." Pierce seemed upset by it.
"Well, guess we're crashing then." Jamien shrugged, silently excited by the idea that the Deckers had opened fire already. It just meant more STAG officers would come running. It meant a longer target practice session. Live targets and ammunition equaled a good day in his book.
Pierce reached into the backseat and pulled out two D4TH Blossoms and made sure they were ready to go. "We better get in there before they take that thing."
Jamien only nodded as he drove the car directly towards the swarm of Deckers that stood outside of the front of the building, firing at the STAG officers trying to defend it. "On three, Pierce."
"What?"
"THREE!" Jamien grabbed his gun from Pierce and opened his door, throwing himself out. He hit the hard pavement and rolled, looking up in time to see that Pierce had made it out as well. The car plowed through those dumb enough to watch the car speed towards them, killing only a few of them but injuring enough to satisfy Jamien. Immediately, bullets were aimed in their direction. A STAG sniper stood on top of the building, and took his time to aim. While Pierce shot at the Deckers coming at them, Jamien gave his undivided attention to the moron on top of the building. One squeeze of the trigger ended the officer's life. Nearly shoulder to shoulder, the pair made their way to the front doors as they returned their enemy's fire.
"Damn, there's even more in here." Pierce had to shout over the sound of the echoing gunshots. The Deckers and STAG were spread out in the PR Center's lobby, everyone engaged in their own heated gunfights. It was noticeably cooler than outside. In his moment of distraction, a bullet flew past his ear, clearly aimed at his face.
Jamien quickly returned the favor, only making sure to hit his mark. "You're welcome, asshole."
"STAG sure has a lot of tech in here." Pierce noted as his gun gave short, rapid bursts of gunfire, killing those who'd noticed they'd come in.
Jamien kicked a Decker in the nuts before shooting the young adult in the throat, nearly severing his head. "This shit all looks the same to me, where's the computer..."
"Don't leave any of those pathetic peons standing!" A familiar voice filled the lobby. For a second, Jamien thought he really had gone insane until he realized that Matt somehow tapped into the building's PA system, enabling him to use it. Did college teach you that, too? Or was that something he'd learned somewhere else?
"Go home, Matt, and take your little Deckers with you." Kinzie's voice followed, making her sound even younger than she usually did. It was like listening to two teenagers on the phone.
"Well, someone's a sore loser, Agent Kensington."
"You haven't won yet."
Jamien made it to the stairs leading to the upper part of the lobby with Pierce at his back, skillfully gunning down any that Jamien had missed.
"If you're referring to your two pawns, they're too late."
"We'll see about that." Kinzie sneered.
"I love it when people talk about me like I'm not there." Pierce muttered.
"Really?" Jamien had to look back at the man, surprised. "I thought you didn't mind since I do it all the time and you don't say anything." Pierce's answering glare was full of disappointment.
"What's to see, except the epic failure that is the Saints?" Matt asked, the taunting in his voice becoming more than annoying.
"A bit overconfident?" Kinzie sounded smug, but they both knew she was worried they wouldn't pull it off and get the computer.
"Ugh, I see what you mean." Jamien ascended the stairs quickly, but with extreme caution. It'd be just his luck someone would be watching the stairs, aiming for the head of anyone who dared to come up.
"Thank you!"
"I am the one who got here first. I am the one leaving with the computer. I-"
"Yak, yak, yak. Get a job."
Jamien peered over the top step, immediately noticing that there were STAGs and Deckers up there as well. Pierce got on the side of him and together they shot the ankles of those standing closest to them. Jamien grabbed a STAG officer and Pierce grabbed a Decker, using them as body shields as they unleashed metal hail on their enemy. It wasn't long before the top floor was cleared as well and the lobby became quiet.
"The Deckers are loading my computer in the garage. Get. Moving." Kinzie's voice filled Jamien's ear piece.
"How do you know that?" Jamien turned quickly and headed for the stairs, to go to the elevator that was on the main floor.
"I hacked the security feed." She answered simply, as if it were a normal thing to do.
"I feel like some character in a video game." Pierce followed Jamien, frowning. "I don't like the idea of Kinzie controlling me."
"Don't lie. You have a thing for collecting blow up dolls and she likes freakishly large dildos. You two would make a fantastic couple."
"...Shut up."
The pair dashed to the elevator and got in, and Pierce hit the button for the garage. They took the few seconds of peace to reload their guns, even checking their pistols just in case they needed those as well. When the doors opened, chaos resumed. It was exactly the same scene as the lobby, except underneath the building, in a dim, poorly lit garage. Jamien noted it was a good thing Pierce had a thing for white suits or else he'd run the risk of accidentally shooting him. He tapped the side of his ear piece. "Kinzie, the truck's moving out and we have company here."
"I called in reinforcements for you guys."
Pierce shot at the Deckers that were in front of him, trying to hide behind a pillar and N-Forcer. "Fuck reinforcements, we got a tank!" He pointed to the STAG marked tank, a Crusader, conveniently parked so that one could simply jump in, give it gas, and go. Jamien nodded his approval.
"Oh no, don't you dare! I don't want that thing anywhere near my computer!"
Jamien rolled his eyes and kept shooting. "Okay, okay. We won't use the tank."
"Really?" Pierce looked at Jamien, incredulously.
Jamien tapped his earpiece, severing their connection with Kinzie on the headset walkie talkies. "Fuck no, we're getting our tank on." He smiled and made a dash for the tank. He lept up and planted his feet in the back of a Decker, causing the man to fall forward violently, and skid across the pavement as if he were no more than a skateboard. Jamien immediately went to man the controls of the tank, loving the idea of driving the huge killing machine and Pierce opted for the gun on top. With one press of a button, the plasma cannon went off, killing all the Deckers that Pierce had aimed at.
Jamien let out a joyful whoop. "MURDER TIME, FUN TIME!"
Pierce aimed the cannon at the gate that closed off the garage and pressed the trigger again, destroying it. Jamien hit the gas and the tank began to roll, much faster than he was used to with regular tanks. Pierce kept the cannon firing as they reached street level and turned to give chase to the fleeing semi-truck that had the computer, until familiar Harlequin purple vehicles approached them. Ah, the reinforcements.
"Okay, following the truck on the street cams and... Oh God! What the hell are you doing?"
"Going after the truck." Pierce answered simply, firing a few rounds at oncoming Decker cars.
"I said DON'T use the tank!"
"Relax, we won't use the cannon." Jamien said soothingly as Pierce fired the cannon at a few more Decker cars.
Pierce smiled and began imitating static on a cell phone with bad reception. "Kinzie, you're breaking up..."
"No, I'm not. You're just using your mouth to pretend like you are!"
Jamien stifled a chuckled and played along, pretending he couldn't hear Kinzie very well. "W-what's that Kinzie?"
"Ugh. Use the machine gun then, NOT the cannon." The connection disconnected.
"You think she's mad?"
Pierce used extra caution when aiming at the tires of the truck, using the machine gun to blow them out. It wasn't nearly as fun as using the plasma cannon or even the Repeating Laser, but Jamien forced himself to remember that the overall goal was to bring the computer back in one undamaged piece. He made a mental note to take the tank out for a spin once this was over. The truck came to a crawl, so Jamien parked the tank in front of it. Pierce used his SMG to kill the driver then climbed down from his perch. Jamien poked his head out once Pierce hit the ground.
"I can drive the truck back if you want to follow in the tank."
Jamien looked at the bed of the truck and its tires. "Ugh. It doesn't look like the truck will keep a hold on the computer." His shoulders slumped with disappointment, catching a whiff of rain in the air. Another storm was coming. "Fuck. We'll have to leave the tank here so I can ride with the computer." He dropped back down inside and backed the tank up so the truck would be able to pass then got out. "If nothing else, I know where to get a sweet ass tank."
"Damn right." Pierce smiled, knowing he'd be back for one, too.
The ride back to Kinzie's hideout was surprisingly uneventful. Other than the occasional Decker car that would come from seemingly nowhere to shoot at Jamien, who would just shoot the driver to stop the car altogether, nothing happened. He expected a roadblock of some sort but was slightly disappointed. When they reached Kinzie's, it was raining. They found her sitting outside, cross legged, with her laptop in her lap, typing away. Pierce honked the horn and she looked up. He parked in front of her and Jamien jumped off the trailer with a smile.
"Ugh." She slid underneath the railing of the stairs she sat on and walked over to the computer. Jamien suddenly wondered if the damned thing was waterproof. "Aw man."
"So you're set right?"
"Almost, I need a chair."
"I'll give you fifty bucks, pick out a nice one." Jamien joked, yet slightly serious. If she only needed a damn chair, he'd buy her whatever the fuck she picked out.
"Funny." She looked at him. "I'll explain it all once this thing's set up."
"Well, Oleg's on his way over now. He said he wasn't far from here."
"Great. At least someone will understand what the hell I'm talking about." Kinzie looked over the machine, checking it for any damage. Jamien and Pierce decided to wait for Oleg to show up, and used the moment for a quick smoke break. Right when they were about to put out their cigarettes, a purple Criminal came around the corner, with a big burly figure riding in its bed.
"Well, he's here. Can we go?" Pierce started towards the approaching vehicle and Jamien followed. It was no secret that, while Pierce had no problem playing chest with the man, Oleg made Pierce uneasy. Jamien had yet to figure out if it was simply because he'd met the Russian when he was naked or if he resembled the brutes cloned from him too closely. Or maybe it was because the brutes they fought on a regular basis had to get their brutality from somewhere, and it was possible that Oleg to snap at any moment and go on a killing spree. As it was, it took about a clip to kill a regular brute.
Oleg and the two Saints he rode with got out of the car. Oleg nodded his head in their direction and kept going towards Kinzie. Pierce got in the driver's seat leaving the passenger seat for Jamien. Jamien noted the new car smell and lack of leather his butt cheeks were accustomed to. This SUV had black suede seats. Suede. It felt nice, especially in comparison to how leather held heat when it rained.
It wasn't until they were back on the road, on their way to Safeword, when Pierce spoke. "So... It's been over forty-eight hours since Denitra came along. Having second thoughts yet?"
Jamien laughed and shook his head, as he knew Pierce was bound to ask him at some point. Once he settled down, he thought about it. "I don't want her to think she's won."
"This isn't really a game, man. It doesn't matter one way or another. She's just a girl."
"I know that. I was talking about Shaundi. I don't want her to think she can just tell me what to do whenever she feels like it."
"I understand that, Boss. You can drive that point home a thousand different ways."
"I don't like being told what to do." Jamien gave Pierce a warning glare.
"I'm not telling you what to do. I'm simply advising you. It's my job. If Johnny were here, what would he think? What would he say?" Pierce looked over at him briefly then back at the road. "I'm sure you probably wouldn't like it, but you'd listen to him. She's an outsider, man. She's not used to this shit. She's all sunshine, peace, and love. We're shadows, war, and hate. Complete fucking opposites. It's like having a KKK member hanging around a party with minorities. You're asking for trouble."
"Pierce." Jamien looked at him, getting annoyed.
Pierce huffed and shook his head. "You don't need her around."
"I know that. She's like decoration to me. There but unnecessary."
"That should tell you that she shouldn't be around us."
Jamien sighed and slumped down in his seat, pouting. "I don't know how to explain it. Besides wanting to piss Shaundi off and teach her a lesson, I like... Denitra's different. Like you said. It's kinda like your love for luxury sports cars. Even though you prefer this one type of car, you still like the complete opposite of it, tanks."
"How in the hell is that the complete oppo-"
"You get what the fuck I'm saying. Shut up."
"Okay." Pierce nodded. "I kinda get it. So you want to pack a daisy with your guns from time to time." He shrugged.
"What the fuck?"
"I mean, in the midst of all this violence, you want a bit of peace around." He chuckled. "You sound like Johnny talking about Aisha."
Jamien stilled, unable to look away from Pierce. "What?"
"They were complete opposites too, remember? Hell, so much so that they could barely stay together, but also barely stay apart. The shit they had was crazy, but it worked for them."
Jamien looked out his window and cleared his throat. "They had love."
Pierce started to say something but stopped himself, nodding instead. "Yeah, they did."
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The ride up to the loft was a quiet one, since Pierce opted to go to the Broken Shillelagh for a drink. Jamien leaned his head back against the plush covered wall and groaned. Although he didn't have any bullets to dig out of his body this time, his head was pounding. It seemed he only got thinking cramps after talking to Pierce. It was now after three in the morning and the only thing he could think of was collapsing on the bed. Hopefully Denitra was still in her quiet mood.
He should be so lucky.
As soon as the elevator doors opened, he was greeted by her melodic voice, shouting at the top of her lungs. He at first thought she was laying into one of the runts he left to watch her.
"There's no need to get so upset, baby, it's a compliment. You should put that body to good use, one way or another."
Zimos and his auto tune had found her. Oh, God.
"That's not a fucking compliment!" Denitra took a step towards him. Jamien was surprised to see her babysitters in between the two, trying to separate them.
Zimos shrugged and adjusted his zebra print tie. "Coming from me, it's a compliment, trust me. If you aren't willing to spread your nookie love, then at least consider being a stripper. With a body like that," he tilted his head to the side slightly, appraising her body, "you could make a lot of money. But that attitude of yours will have to go."
"I would never." Denitra folded her arms across her chest angrily. Jamien quietly moved over towards them, stopping at the pool table.
"Oh, don't get too high and mighty, baby. It's very rare for a female college student to not pick up a night job shaking her meaty ass for dollars." He casually stepped around the Saint that stood in front of him. "You talk all this cute shit now, but once reality sets in and you need the money, you'll think back on what I'm saying." He reached over and ran a finger down her cheek. "And my offer will still be on the table, but you'll have to apologize for all this back talk with a little on your back time."
Jamien moved quickly. He caught her wrist, stopping her fist from connecting with the man's jaw. He noted that she didn't really have any power behind it, but he admired her for standing up for herself.
Zimos stared at Denitra with an unreadable look in his eyes, but spoke to Jamien. "I didn't see you come in."
Jamien nodded his head and pulled Denitra back towards him, to his side. "I can see why. Let's call it night, guys. I'm tired." Jamien turned away, forcing Denitra to follow him.
"Night, Boss." One of the runts called out before making his way to the elevator with his partner.
"This early? I brought some girls up for you, thought you'd like to party a little bit. Maybe even spend some time with Candi." Zimos called out as Jamien reached the stairs.
"No, thank you." Jamien shook his head. "It's been a long day and an even longer night. I've already explained to her that I won't see her for a while."
"In exchange for just her?"
Jamien's shoulders dropped and he sighed loudly. He was tired of getting shit over Denitra. It seemed like everyone was developing their opinions over his decision and didn't like it. And like Shaundi, they all were forgetting just who the fuck he was and what he would do should he get pushed too fucking close to the edge of his sanity. He turned his head slightly, looking over his shoulder at the man. "I think I said...to call it a night, Zimos." Rage began to simmer, just below the surface.
It took a minute for Zimos to respond, putting his hands up in surrender. "If you insist, man. The real party will be downstairs, should you change your mind."
"I won't." Jamien muttered, stomping up the stairs.
"Jamien." Denitra's hushed voice stopped him.
"What." He snapped, looking back at her. Her eyes were wide with fear. She was trying to free her wrist from his grip.
"Y-you're hurting me. Please let go." She whispered. She was afraid of him. He blinked a few times, trying to understand what he'd done to scare her, then dropped her wrist. She rubbed it tenderly, and he saw that her caramel skin had turned an angry red.
"I-I'm sorry." He reached for her hand but she pulled it back, out of his reach. "I'm sorry."
She looked at his hand, reaching for her, skeptically before putting her hand in his. He led her up the rest of the stairs, to the bathroom where the light was the best. Her wrist was swollen. He knew in just a few hours that a bruise would appear where his fingers hand been. "I need to put ice on it." She whispered.
He nodded, feeling guilty. "I can go get it."
"No, I'll do it." She stopped him. "You said you were tired."
"I don't want you to get tempted to leave."
"You heard that rap star reject. He's downstairs waiting on you to join him. He'll be watching the elevator. If I go down there, I'll end up breaking one of the Ten Commandments. It would be just my luck that I end up in hell with his ass." She shook her head then bit her lip. "I don't know why, but I feel like I should thank you."
"I didn't do much but tell him to go away."
She shrugged and turned away. "I know. But you didn't have to do that. I didn't expect you to. So, thank you, for saying something."
He watched her walk away and leaned against the wall. Pierce's words came back to him. He wondered what exactly Johnny would have said about it all.
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