Bleeding Hearts, chapter 17
"I have told you already. I have not been in contact with Grace May!" Mike yelled at the policeman. "I did not make those calls! Okay?"
I couldn't take it anymore. I knew he had made them but he was doing it to help his friend. The police couldn't be angry with him for being a good friend.
"So who did make the calls?" he asked.
Mike groaned. "I don't know."
He did know. I sat and watched him. He was the one who made the calls. He was my best friend and I couldn't sit here and watch him crack under the pressure.
"So then. Mr Armstrong." The man turned to me.
"What?" I asked.
"Have you notice any strange behaviour with Mr Dirnt?"
I shook my head. "No. And even if I had I wouldn't say."
He nodded. "So maybe you have because you aren't saying you have and you just said that that is what you would say if you had so you obviously have."
I looked at him. What he said had no sense. It didn't definitely mean I was lying...it meant I might be. "You make no sense," I said.
"And I hate you."
I gave him a completely emotionless stare. "Your point is... "
"That I hate you."
"It really doesn't bother me."
He shrugged and turned back to Mike.
***
It was midnight and Rose and me were sitting on the sofa together. She was lying down and I was sitting with her lap rested on my lap. He had fallen asleep a few minuets ago and I was just playing with her hair. She did look just like Greta. She was 14 when I met her. And looking at Rose just made me want to cry. I could say I loved Rose but that would really just be saying that I love Greta and that is nothing new. The door clicked open and Grace came walking in. "Have fun?" I asked sarcastically.
She rolled her eyes but smiled. "Yes. I did actually. Did you have fun with Rose?"
My body went tense. I didn't know if I should tell her or not. "Yeah," I squeaked.
She sat down on the arm of the chair and looked down at Rose sleeping. "What did you do?"
I cursed quietly under my breath. "We just sat and talked about life and stuff. Then she fell asleep a few minutes ago."
Grace smiled. "Sure," She said and walked towards the bathroom.
I got up and followed her. "What is that supposed to mean? What do you think we did?"
She gave me an evil smile. "No Tre. The question is not what do I think you did, but what do you think you did."
I looked at her completely confused. "I told you what we did."
"You can tell me what ever you want but that won't make it true. Don't you remember when I came over to Greta's house and you were there. It was the night Jan was conceived. You had that general aura about you the kinda...after sex aura. Everyone has it. And Rose has the same look that Greta did. And I don't mind Tre. I really don't. I did it today and so did you... you just did it with some one under aged."
"Holy fuck," I whispered. "I didn't think about that. I was thinking about Rose being preg...pretty...g-good at it." I quickly made up and excuse. I wasn't going to tell her about what we think Rose might be. She seems like a cool mum and everything but we were not sure Rose was pregnant and I did not know how Grace would take it.
I couldn't take it anymore. I knew he had made them but he was doing it to help his friend. The police couldn't be angry with him for being a good friend.
"So who did make the calls?" he asked.
Mike groaned. "I don't know."
He did know. I sat and watched him. He was the one who made the calls. He was my best friend and I couldn't sit here and watch him crack under the pressure.
"So then. Mr Armstrong." The man turned to me.
"What?" I asked.
"Have you notice any strange behaviour with Mr Dirnt?"
I shook my head. "No. And even if I had I wouldn't say."
He nodded. "So maybe you have because you aren't saying you have and you just said that that is what you would say if you had so you obviously have."
I looked at him. What he said had no sense. It didn't definitely mean I was lying...it meant I might be. "You make no sense," I said.
"And I hate you."
I gave him a completely emotionless stare. "Your point is... "
"That I hate you."
"It really doesn't bother me."
He shrugged and turned back to Mike.
***
It was midnight and Rose and me were sitting on the sofa together. She was lying down and I was sitting with her lap rested on my lap. He had fallen asleep a few minuets ago and I was just playing with her hair. She did look just like Greta. She was 14 when I met her. And looking at Rose just made me want to cry. I could say I loved Rose but that would really just be saying that I love Greta and that is nothing new. The door clicked open and Grace came walking in. "Have fun?" I asked sarcastically.
She rolled her eyes but smiled. "Yes. I did actually. Did you have fun with Rose?"
My body went tense. I didn't know if I should tell her or not. "Yeah," I squeaked.
She sat down on the arm of the chair and looked down at Rose sleeping. "What did you do?"
I cursed quietly under my breath. "We just sat and talked about life and stuff. Then she fell asleep a few minutes ago."
Grace smiled. "Sure," She said and walked towards the bathroom.
I got up and followed her. "What is that supposed to mean? What do you think we did?"
She gave me an evil smile. "No Tre. The question is not what do I think you did, but what do you think you did."
I looked at her completely confused. "I told you what we did."
"You can tell me what ever you want but that won't make it true. Don't you remember when I came over to Greta's house and you were there. It was the night Jan was conceived. You had that general aura about you the kinda...after sex aura. Everyone has it. And Rose has the same look that Greta did. And I don't mind Tre. I really don't. I did it today and so did you... you just did it with some one under aged."
"Holy fuck," I whispered. "I didn't think about that. I was thinking about Rose being preg...pretty...g-good at it." I quickly made up and excuse. I wasn't going to tell her about what we think Rose might be. She seems like a cool mum and everything but we were not sure Rose was pregnant and I did not know how Grace would take it.
