Copyright Chelle Bliss October 1, 2015

“You must be fucking mental.” Rebecca paced around my living room while I sat on the couch.

“I’m not,” I told her and picked at my chipping nail polish.

“Cal,” she said, coming to a stop in front of me. “He’s dangerous.”

I rolled my eyes and sighed. “You brought him here. You made him part of this, Bec.”

She fisted her long blond hair and had a wild look on her face. “I asked him to break down your door, not be your boyfriend. You can’t possibly like him.”

My mouth fell open and I gawked at her. “Why?” Rebecca had always been the overly cautious one in our friendship, but she started this shit.

She threw her arms out and waved them in the air like a crazy person. “Um, Bruno ‘The Butcher’. Ring any bells?”

“They’re lies, Bec.”

She started to pace again, back and forth across the room, her heels clicking on the wooden floor. “No. They aren’t.”

“I know you’re going through some shit right now, but you can’t deny who he is.”

“You didn’t have a problem leaving me here with him last night,” I shot back at her with a shitty smile.

“He made me.”

“He didn’t make you do anything. You abandoned me and left me alone with him.”

“Do you think I would ever abandon you?”

“You did.”

“Listen.” She sat down next to me and held my hand. “I only left because he said you needed to be alone and that he would look after you. You know how he is. Every one is scared of him, Cal, even me. What was I supposed to do? Toss him out?”

“If he’s so scary why did you go to him in the first place?”

“When you didn’t answer the door, I panicked. He’s the first person that popped in my mind that would be willing to break the law.”

I laughed and stood up. “You talk out of your ass.”

“I do not,” she scoffed after her head jolted backward.

“You don’t want me near him because he’s dangerous, yet you bring him to my apartment to save me.”


I put my hands on my hips and glared at her. “You’re the crazy one here, not me.”

“Just stay away from him.”

“Sure, mom.”

She jumped up from the couch and came toward me. “He’s not a man to fool around with. I know you want to die, but Bruno isn’t the type to fuck around.”

My hand flew to my face, slapping myself instead of her. “I appreciate your concern, Bec, but you don’t know Bruno.”

“Neither do you.”