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I turned and looked at Gerard, but before I could even open my mouth he shook his head no.

“Gimme a second 'kay?” I tell Slim who shrugged a little indifferently.

“Elle, come here.” Gerard says pulling me back towards the steps so we could talk. “You're not going with him.” He tells me, keeping his voice low and steady as he nodded towards Slim. I guess he could see the look of disappointment on my face, cause he frowned.

“But he said you could come.” I tell him weakly and he shook his head no once more.

“There's no fucking way that’s gonna happen Elle.” He grumbles at me.

“Yeah but-” I started to say and he pulled me towards him and hissed into my ear.

“Elle who the fuck knows this guy! Huh? He could be the reason for that in there.” He tells me referring to the dead chick inside the funeral parlor and I couldn’t really argue with that. I mean I didn’t know anything about him.

“But Gerard.” I say once more, pleadingly almost as I looked down at the floor, scuffing my boot on the un-even pavement.

“Look at my eyes baby.” He says and I looked up in to them… “You trust me?” He says and I feel my heart tighten up.

“Of course.” I reply with out hesitation. I mean what kinda question is that? “I trust you more then I trust myself Gerard.” I tell him and he sorta smiled.

“Then you know.” He replies and I just stared at his eyes for a second…He was serious, dead serious, He didn’t want me going with him, and I couldn’t blame him…He was worried, and he was just looking out for me, cause he loves me so much… I mean honestly, I thought he was being a little silly. He always thinks the worst of people, where I like to think the best…

I wanted to give Slim a chance, I really did… I had no reason not to trust him. And I knew that there was gonna be nothing that I could say to change Gerard’s mind and make him feel the same way.

“I'm sorry.” I say loudly turning back around to face him. “I just simply can’t go with you.” I tell him.

“Gerard.” I hear Frankie say kinda loudly so I look over him too. “isn’t that Will?” He points at some dude across the street and my face dropped. Holy shit it looked like it was.

“Stay here.” Gerard barks at me and before I could stop him he darted across the street and around the corner following the guy.

“Fuck Frankie do something!” I yelled out urgently and Frankie just stood there. “go after him damn it!” I cry out once more and Frankie shrugged like if you say so and then darted across the street too, leaving me alone with Slim.

Suddenly there was the sound of a siren approaching…

“Fuck – it’s the cops.” Slim scowls a little glancing around nervously. “Lets go.I gotta get you out of here.” He says roughly as he grabbed my arm and shoved me forcefully into the backseat of the car. And before I could even blink he had jumped in himself and we were peeling away…

“What the fuck!” I yelled out trying to brace myself as Slim made a sharp left and I fell over a little since I didn’t have a seat belt on… Fuck. This was not happening. I mean really! What do they say about lighting not striking twice? There was no way I was being kidnapped yet again… these things just don’t happen…But yet here we were… The only difference, is this time -I'm awake…

“Just fucking calm down.” He tells me and I reach over and began swatting at him. “Ah! Stop, you're fucking crazy!” He cried out trying to block me but he couldn’t hold the wheel and shift and block me all at the same time.

“Stop the car!” I screamed at him and I clawed at his neck. It wasn’t till he winced that I realized I had drew blood. I mean I scratched him pretty deeply down his cheek and along his jaw…

“Fuck!” He cried out and he let go of the wheel and grabbed my hand… My left hand that was still healing from the stitches and he twisted it a little. I don’t think he really mean to hurt me. I mean he didn’t know I had ‘em… I let out a painful scream and he froze up and looked down at my wrist. “What's this?” He says and it was like time froze for a second. I wasn’t sure what to say… I mean it’s the same thing with the tattoo… I never know what to say to anyone…and did I really have to say anything to him?

“Nothing.” I barely whispered, the hurt evident in my voice still as I pulled my arm back from him defensively. I saw what looked like a glimpse of compassion on his face for just a moment and then it was gone. He grabbed my forearm and yanked me over into the front seat scowling a little as he turned left once more.

I scrambled to sit upright and once I did I instantly reached for the door handle… I mean the car was moving, pretty fast too, but I figured we were gonna have to slow down at some point and I was gonna jump out… He glanced over and saw me. “Don’t do anything stupid.” He says and I just stared blankly at him. “I'm gonna bring you back.” He says like that was supposed to make me feel better.

“Then do it.” I tell him and he smirked.

“Just gotta wait for the heat to die down.” He says and I frown a little.

“It’s the middle of winter.” I tell him and he chuckled. “Oh you mean the cops?” I ask and he didn’t answer me. “I mean are you-“ I started to say cautiously.

“Naw I'm on parole.” He says again in what seemed to be an attempt to comfort me, but it just made me more uncomfortable…”But that’s how it is.” He carries on. “One little fuck up and they’ll haul you right back.” He says and I nodded like I understood but I didn’t have a clue what he was saying…

“If you don’t bring me back Gerard's gonna call the police.” I tell him and he smirked. “I mean I saw Frankie take down your plate.” I bullshit him. “You better bring me back.” I tell him and he chuckled.

“Sweetheart we’re already back.” He says nodding towards the window, as he turned left once more… Ah fuck… he had just went around the block and me carrying on so hysterically didn’t even notice…

He pulled up across the street and leant over a little to look out the side window… There was a cop car parked kinda crookedly with the lights still flashing.

I didn’t see Gerard or Frankie or any cops yet for that matter. I reached over to open my door and Slim stopped me.

“Whoa not yet.” He says and I frowned a little. “Wait for them to leave.” He tells me and I looked at him untrustingly.

“You sure?” I asked cautiously.

“mm hmm.You don’t want to go in there” He nods as he pulls out his cigarettes and he offered me one so I took it...

“Why are the cops even here?” I asked him and he shrugged. It was obvious he knew but he wasn’t going to tell me. I mean cops just don’t show up at random funerals. But Samantha Hunter was murdered so maybe they do then. I don’t know. There were obviously plenty of convicts here so maybe they really didn’t need a reason…

“So um you were saying this Nicky’s my father?” I say softly as we waited. I really shouldve gotten out of the car at that point. I mean Slim was the one who didnt want to talk to the cops... Me? I could care less. But I was so close to the truth I could just feel it. I just had to know what he knew...

“You're mother never told you?” He replied.

“You didn’t answer my question.” I tell him and he smiled.

“You didn’t answer mine.” He grinned at me.

“No.” I tell him and he looked a little confused. “The answer’s no.” I add and he nodded. “So you're saying Nicky’s my father?” I ask once more and he nods. I felt my heart flutter in excitement.

“Didn’t Mr. Reefer send you a letter? –from your mom?” He asks me and I nodded a little confused as to why he would know that…

“Yeah but it didn’t say.” I sighed a little my voice trailing off. Fuck that means all this time Mr. Reefers known too… I wonder why he never said anything…

“And Sammy sent you something too.” Slim tells me and I shrugged.

“I never got it.” I mumbled and Slim arched his eyebrow up a little and I shrugged once more. I mean I never got it what the fuck more does he want me to say…”What was in it?” I ask him nervously… I mean everyone sure seemed interested in it…There had to be something more then bow-bow in the box.

“A key.” He says and I frowned a little.

“A key to what?” I ask confused.

“It was in the letter.” He said and I shook my head a little.

“I didn’t get the letter either.” I tell him and he frowned.

“Your boyfriend signed for it.” He says glaring over at Gerard through the window now…

“No that wasn’t him, that was this guy…it wasn’t… I mean I don’t…” I stammered a little not sure how to explain it. Slim kinda just scoffed at me. “What was the key for again?” I ask shaking my head a little trying to clear the thoughts swirling about…

“Something your dad wanted you to have.” He says and my heart fluttered once more.

“So how do you know my dad again?” I asked.

“We’re friends.” He replies and I frowned. “What happened to your arm?” he asks me and I shrugged.

“It was an accident.” I said a little annoyed at how he changed the subject.

“Some one pulled a knife on you by accident?” He says and my jaw dropped a little…

“I pulled it on him.” I shrugged a little and Slim kinda smiled. “But then he… I don’t know, turned it around on me.” I told him and he kinda made a face.

“Who was it?” He says lowering his voice and I shrugged once more. Took me a second to realize we weren’t even talking about the same thing. He meant a knife like a knife cut my hand. I was referring to the incident with Mr S. I would’ve corrected him but honestly I don’t know why we were even talking about it and I didn’t wish to continue it. Slim then reaches over and opens up the glove compartment box and pulls something out of it.

“Here take this.” He says forcing it into my hand. I gasped a little looking down at it. It was a knife. A lot bigger then the one Gerard had too…

“Oh no-“I said nervously trying to hand it back to him. “I cant, I almost.” I shook my head a little at the memories coming back up…

“Just take it.” He insists.

“No Gerard said I shouldn’t-“ I try to say and he laughs.

“That’s only cause you didn’t know what you were doing.” He chuckles. “Here.” He says. “You flick it open like this.” He shows me and I bit my lip a little watching him.

“And then what?” I found myself asking him.

“And then you take it like this.” He shows me positioning it in my hand.

“Like a tennis racket.” I say and he laughed.

“Uh yeah, just like that sweety.” he says a little amused. “That’s real good, you're a natural.” He tells me, moving my arm slightly and I felt myself blush. No ones ever told me that before…Yeah, granted it wasn’t exactly a skill to be proud of but still…I was strangely pleased with the compliment… “Just remember to twist it a little as you pull it out so the wound wont heal.” He says as soon as he said it, I felt nauseous… I mean what the fuck is wrong with me… this isn’t tennis. I'm fucking playing around and he's talking about gutting somebody.

“Um okay…thanks.” I say a little uncomfortably.

“Looks like your escorts back....” Slim says and I glanced back over; he was right. Gerard and Frankie were coming back down the block. He saw me in the car with Slim. It was a good thing the cops were still outside the funeral home too, the look he was giving me. He was gonna kill me…

“So can you take us to see my dad now?” I asked Slim eagerly and he kinda made a face.

“Sweety visiting hours are over.” He tells me and I frown…

“Visiting hours?” I repeat back a little panic stricken as Gerard came towards the car now. “You mean like how they have at the cemetery?” I gasped. I mean my mom is dead, my grandparents are dead… he can not be telling me my father is dead too…