Beatings & Besties
“You son of a bitch,” Gwen said, looking up from under her hair as blood ran down her face dripping gently on her shirt. “You don’t know what you’re doing.”
“I know exactly what I’m doing,” Robert replied, wiping his knuckles. After nearly an hour of beating on us, he was beginning to sweat. “Grace was a prodigy, and you took her from me, set her against me, and lost her. You don’t know how long I worked with her to get her where she was when she left.”
“You lied to her,” I said, “She came to the house and took out her frustration on me, torturing me, that is, but when she found out that you had lied, that’s when she really did a number on me.”
Robert looked over at me with a confused expression then came through with a left hook. The pain exploded in my jaw, radiating up through my ear. I fell over sideways meeting the floor with a grunt.
“What the fuck are you talking about, Henry? You never made much sense anyway. Don’t speak again, or I’ll kill you. The grown-ups are talking,” he said turning back to Gwen, “Now that that’s done, where the fuck is she?”
“Even if I knew, I wouldn’t tell you,” Gwen said, spitting blood at him, “You’re an amateur at best trying to play the big game. You brought in a woman overcome with grief to train her to kill her husband’s murderer, which, funny enough, she let live and left to find something else.
“Are you afraid that you did too good of a job and now she’s going to come for you? Are you that much of a coward? You had to hire a group of mercenaries to capture Henry and me, and now you’re standing there like you won. You didn’t. Regardless of what you do to us, Grace will find you, and she will kill you. She picked up a few more tricks in her time with us, so good luck surviving on your own.”
From where I lay on the floor I could see Robert lift his fist to hit her, but hesitate. He lowered his hand as his eyes lost focus on Gwen and backed away from her. His face contorting as multiple expressions tried to present themselves on his face at the same time.
He suddenly turned and left the room without a word. Locking the door behind him.
“Fucker,” Gwen muttered.
“You really told him,” I said.
“Shut up, Henry,” Gwen said, “This is your fault. If you hadn’t taken so long in the store, I wouldn’t have gone inside to get you.”
“I was trying to find the perfect anniversary dress for this weekend, you’re my best friend. I wanted it to be perfect,” I said, dislocating my left wrist as I pulled it through the rope before moving over and untying Gwen, “Now I’m going to have to start all over.”