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I cross my arms over my head and look at Lailah with a mischievous smile. She is sitting on the edge of the bed, right next to me, with the bandages and alcohol in hand, waiting for me to remove my pants to heal, but she is ashamed to ask me, and I want her to. Scott's sucker looks at us from the entrance of the room, it seems that he is also having fun with this situation.

-Come on say it already! -she shouts enthusiastically- This turns me on.

- Scott ...- I warn in a threatening tone.

-What?

-You're a fucking horny, leave her alone.

Lailah lets out a clear throat and stands up, looking down.

- I have forgotten the cotton...- he murmurs- I am not going to touch that with my hand.

-That's what they all say- Scott says with a laugh. Lailah rolls her eyes as she walks past him, leaving the room. I take the opportunity to take off my pants, the truth is that it amuses me to see her suffer for not wanting to ask me, but if we have to wait for her to do so, the wound will heal and she still will not have spoken.

-Stop looking at my penis, queer- I say to Scott, settling into bed.

- If I already have it very seen ...- he answers wagging his eyebrows up and down- But I am still surprised.

-Often happens.

- And you think that you will not have any problem with Tommy while Lailah heals you? You know, it's going to touch very close to your crotch, and it's pretty hot ...

- Tommy?- He asked confused, interrupting him. Every day Scott is in a worse fucking head.

-Yes, Tommy, your penis.

-Have you named my penis?

-I've become fond of him ... But seriously, are you going to be unable to imagine any kind of situation compromised with Lailah when he's healing you? I mean, I would you know. I would imagine her naked.

-Scott, shut the fuck up.

-Why? He asks in a sarcastic and innocent tone- Yes, the last time you told me you didn't wear anything.

-And it doesn't put anything on me- I lie before looking at Scott and seeing Lailah by his side.

Shit. He heard me. Without saying anything, he crosses the room in silence, sits next to me, and soaks the cotton in alcohol. Then he starts spreading it down the bottom of my knee. It burns like fucking shit, so I have to catch my lip between my teeth to keep from moaning. I think my eye is crying so I wipe it with my hand quickly. fucking life I see Scott from the doorframe, he too is biting his lip, but not exactly in pain, so I remember what he told me seconds ago and I can't help but imagine it, so another itch settles in a very different area. It doesn't take long for me to grab a pillow and cover myself without anyone noticing, but it pisses me off that Scott is thinking like me.

-Scott go.

-I do not want to. This is entertaining.

- I told you to go- He touches my balls when they ignore me, and more if that is Scott.

- Are you going to kick me out of my room?- he says offended, making a gesture with his hand.

-Didn't you hear me?

-Why? I'm not doing anything wrong! - he complains, pouting. Lailah looks at him and inadvertently imitates him, making her lower lipstick out slightly. It doesn't help.

-Because it comes out of my balls. And I sweat it if I have a broken arm or I am in a wheelchair, but I get up and break your face.

-It's that you're fucking more violent every day, I can't stand you anymore. -He says leaving the room.- This relationship is going downhill! - he yells pissed off down the hall. I see Lailah smile and shake her head.

-Poor. Why do you miss it?

-Do not care- I mumble without thinking. I see how she lowers her disappointed look and that brightness that I like so much disappears from her eyes.

Shit.

I'm a jerk, how am I going to like her if she comes here to heal me and I treat her like that?

- Uh ...- I say lifting his chin with my index finger- I'm so sorry, Scott makes me feel bad and I forget that I can hurt people.

This is the cheesiest thing I've ever said. It's true in some parts, but what wouldn't you do not to go to jail?

Also, she seems to be convinced, why is she nodding her head and saying nothing. I think that works for me. Wet the cotton again and this time it rises higher. Deep breath.

-Does it hurt a lot? -cautious question. Yes, but not the leg.

-I don't feel anything, calm down.- I lie again shrugging my shoulders. This fucking shit stings like fucking hell.

-Aren't you going to tell me how you did it?

-Do not. I say without further ado. The anger I feel right now is very great, it is a mixture of all the anger I feel because of the burning of the alcohol in my fucking leg and because Scott was right. So a simple 'no' is one of the subtlest answers I can give you.

-Why not?

I want to yell at her that she is not my mother and much less my girlfriend to ask for explanations and that even if it was something mine, I would not give it to her why it does not come out of the balls, but I restrain myself and in her case, I take a deep breath.

-Someday you'll find out. -She seems to understand that I'm not going to tell her, so she doesn't insist anymore. He is frowning and when the alcohol takes its effects on my skin, it is inevitable to make a disgusted face. Then he speaks again.

-Azael, I know that you have not done this with a simple trip and much less falling out of bed. If you don't want to tell me, don't, but I just want you to be careful. -I am somewhat surprised by his words, but my facial expression does not vary.- And I know that you could have gone to the hospital, and yet you are in the house of an idiot who only knows how to heal with soap and water, so I suppose that too you will have your reasons for that.

-I see you're smart- I say in response.

In a way, it surprises me that he cares about me, but I don't need anyone to be watching or suffering for me and my actions, because then, that would be a constant worry, and it would not be living.

-I never said it wasn't.

-Lailah, what I said before when you were at the door, I didn't mean ...

-Leave it alone. -It interrupts without being able to look me in the eyes.- You don't have to explain to me. After all, we are nothing, right?

fuck, she's hurt. I decide to shut up because if I speak, I'm sure I screw it up. I'm not used to having this kind of situation, I think it's the first time in the whole year that I've tried to apologize to someone.

-I'm done. I'd better go home.

-What? No way. You're not going to come back alone at this hour, in this neighborhood. - I say as I watch him get out of bed.

It's not that late either, but since it's winter it gets dark earlier so it's dangerous.

-Thank you for your concern, but I know how to take care of myself, so if you don't mind, I'm going. -Speak with your head high.

-Scott! Take Lailah home!- I shout with little enthusiasm in my voice. He appears through the door like lightning, cutting off Lailah.

-I'm sorry man, I don't have the car here, it's in the mechanic for some incident that I know. -answers looking at us as an accomplice. Some flashbacks of multiple shots, broken glass, and Lailah in my crotch come to mind.

-Well, keep her in here, I don't want her to go home at this hour.

-Are you going to kidnap me?- she asks incredulously.

Scott mutters 'yes' as I answer 'no', and she looks at us confused, her nose a little wrinkled and her brow furrowed.

-You will stay here to sleep and tomorrow Scott will accompany you to the institute. -I pose as a possible option.

-No way. My mother will kill me if I don't get home- She crosses her arms and shakes her head, her blond hair fluttering above her shoulders, almost causing flashes of lights.

-Don't you have a phone? Tell her that you are staying at a friend's house. -It is clear that she does not want to stay here for the world, and I understand her because I would not do it in her place either.

But I need time. I know Lailah is not going to be easy to fall in love with, and if I can take time from anywhere to be with her and try to make her do it, I must. Not to add that since she planted that kiss on me, I haven't been able to stop thinking about her.

-It's not that easy, ready. -she says making a childish face.- Besides, I happen to sleep on the couch.

-Scott will sleep on the couch.

-What not to fuck! Stop bullying me now! I refuse!- he yells- This is my fucking house! And this is my fucking neighborhood, so I'm going to sleep in my fucking bed! -He says before leaving and shutting himself in his room, like a teenager in rebellion when he gets angry with his mother.

Shit.