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“What the hell are you doing here?” Click. I can hardly see
through the small slit of the door, but it’s clear Adam isn’t
happy to have company. “Who sent you here? Who are you
with?”
Kenji swears a few more times under his breath. “Look at
me,” he demands, though it sounds more like a plea. “You
think I came up here to kill you?”
Adam pauses. Breathes. Doubts. “I have no problem
putting a bullet in your back.”
“Don’t worry, bro. I already have a bullet in my back. Or
my leg. Or some shit. I don’t even know.”
Adam opens the door. “Get up.”
“It’s all right, I don’t mind if you drag my ass inside.”
Adam works his jaw. “I don’t want your blood on my
carpet. It’s not something my brother needs to see.”
Kenji stumbles up and staggers into the room. I’d heard his
voice once before, but never seen his face. Though this
probably isn’t the best time for first impressions. His eyes
are puffy, swollen, purple; there’s a huge gash in the side of
his forehead. His lip is split, slightly bleeding, his body
slumped and broken. He winces, takes short breaths as he
moves. His clothes are ripped to shreds, his upper body
covered by nothing but a tank top, his well-developed arms
cut and bruised. I’m amazed he didn’t freeze to death. He
doesn’t seem to notice me until he does.
He stops. Blinks. Breaks into a ridiculous smile dimmed
only by a slight grimace from the pain. “Holy shit,” he says,
still drinking me in. “Holy shit.” He tries to laugh. “Dude,
you’re insane—”
“The bathroom is over here.” Adam is set in stone.
Kenji moves forward but keeps looking back. I point the
gun at his face. He laughs harder, flinches, wheezes a bit.
“Dude, you ran off with the crazy chick! You ran off with the
psycho girl!” he’s calling after Adam. “I thought they made
that shit up. What the hell were you thinking? What are you