Part XI
Alaric held the gun by his side, the safety on. He walked up the sidewalk normally. The lights were on in what Lovey had told him were the living room, and the kitchen. He considered whether to knock or just barge in, then chided himself. The door was locked. shooting the lock would just be incredibly stupid. he pushed the gun into the back of his pants. he knocked.
The woman who opened the door was brunette, petite, and had a desperate smear of make-up over a still purplish bruise on her cheek. He saw another bruise peeking out from the rim of her shirt. a wet stain lay over her stomach. Lovey’s mom.
“Hello, Mrs. Michel. I’m a friend of Lovey’s.” She looked nervous. He was wearing dark jeans, and a black t-shirt with a chi-ro on it that most people mistook for a gang sign.
“She’s not here,” she said, jerking her hair out of her face.
“Oh, she borrowed a CD from me, and I would like it back.”
She glanced into the house, in the direction of the living room.
So Mr. Michel was home.
“We actually don’t have any idea where she is.”
“Well, I don’t know where she is or otherwise why would I be here.”
He heard heavy footsteps from behind the door. Mr. Michel appeared behind his wife.
“And why are you here to pick up a CD an hour before graduation,” he said, the alcohol almost palpable on his breath.
“Cause it’s an hour before graduation, and it’s my favorite CD.”
Mr. Michel shifted his weight.
“What CD is it?” he asked.
“We Are Not Alone by Breaking Benjamin.”
“Go get it.” Alaric stepped forward.
“Not you.”
his wife disappeared behind the door. alaric heard steps on the stairs.
if he was going in now was the time. suddenly he realized how stupid this was. she could get new clothes. everything she held dear she kept in her purse. the only reason he was here was to put the fear of God into her father. to throw some terror back at him. walk away Alaric
He must meet this Spirit.
he turned and started walking across the lawn.
“HEY!” he heard heavy sloshy steps following. he grabbed the gun, and pistol whipped Mr. Michel on the temple. he fell. the grass was higher than his nose. Alaric was surprised he hadn’t thrown up a copious amount of booze.
it was a ten minute walk to the mcdonald’s where Lovey was waiting. when he got there she didn’t look suprised that he was empty handed. she looked beautiful leaning against the wall outside.
“did you?” she asked. her eyes glassy. even if he is an expletive he is still her father.
“no,” he answered. he reached up and touched the back of his fingers against her cheek.
“did you really want me to?”
“Not really.” he is still my father. after everything i can’t say i wanted him dead. what’s the world coming too.
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