The Deal Part 6 (George/Paul/John) NC17
“Come… come now”
Something crashed on the other side of the line, some shoes were shuffling too near the receiver.
“Paul?”
“Forgive me…”
His voice. Broken.
“ Is John there? What’s wrong? Paul, aswer me!”
“Please… come now”
3 am.
Dogs howling and picking fights with some other dogs for the trash.
If he hit him, I will… what? What could I do? Nothing. Paul never listens to me, even when it’s me the one who helps him getting dressed after a wretched night of John’s misdemeanour. I pick up the broken bottles from his room, when he blacks out so hard it’s impossible to get him up from the torn sheets. All those dreadful mornings that I arrived in his home and John’s stale cigarettes can still be smelled in the air.
The days were filled with dark omens.
But I was blind.