Page 71 of Bazooka
The longer I read the sentence, the less sense it made. The longer I stared at it, the angrier I became. I threw a glass at the wall, where it shattered into a million pieces, but it didn’t make me feel better. After that, I went to the bedroom to change because I wasn’t letting that slut get my man. I would rather die.
My intention was to:
·Disguise myself (in a detective costume I’d bought last Halloween and that I brought here in case Baz and I wanted to engage in a little kinky role play).
·Arrive unseen at Pete’s (Jordan confirmed they were headed there because he heard them talk)
·Watch and observe (I doubted Baz would have anything to do with Officer Vile, even without me in the picture. He was probably just teaching me a lesson for whatever I did wrong, or maybe he was trying to make me jealous).
Thingsdid notgo according to plan. It was raining outside, and my fake mustache almost fell off. I stepped into a puddle of rain, so my feet were wet while I stood outside of Pete’s for half an hour like an idiot. Then Bazooka noticed me (of course) and all hell broke loose (of course). I ran away, and it all led me to the present moment, with me hiding in the kitchen and dreading Bazooka’s arrival.
When the front door opened and closed with a slam, I gulped nervously.
“Luz! Where the fuck are you?”
I heard him stomping toward the bedroom and the door slamming into a wall when he opened it.
“If you’re not here, Luz,” Bazooka bellowed, and it sounded as if he were in the bathroom now. “If you’re not here, I will find you. And when I find you…”
I knew the kitchen would be the next place he would check, so I stood behind the table, hoping it would shield me from his rage. When he entered the kitchen, I regretted every decision I’d made lately because he looked livid.
“Luz,” he said, advancing towards me. “I put up with a lot of shit from you, but this… this…”
“I ju-just went and looked,” I stammered, circling the table so he couldn’t get to me. “I was just curious, that’s all.”
“Curious?” he shouted. “Is that what you call it? Disguising yourself by putting on that ridiculous outfit. Spying on Patricia and me. But worst of all, Luz… what did I say about leaving my apartment without me by your side?”
I swallowed with difficulty. It seemed to be the thing that upset him the most.
“What the fuck did I say about that, Luz?”
At that point, I just… snapped.
“Oh, fuck you, Bazooka!” I yelled. “Fuck you and your rules and your punishments. Fuck you for fucking with me. I’m through with you, asshole!”
Bazooka pointed a finger at me in warning, his eyes flashing dangerously. “Be very careful with the next thing you say to me.”
“And if I don’t? What will you do to me, Alisson?”
“Don’t provoke me, Luz.”
“Or what, Alisson?”
He lunged across the table, trying to catch me, but I was faster.
“You don’t get to do this,” I said through my teeth, circling the table. “You don’t get to kiss me like that and then leave with her. I won’t let you.”
He laughed incredulously. “You won’t let me? Who the hell do you think you are?”
“You just can’t stand that someone can make you feel!” I shouted. “You fucking duffel bag freak.”
Throwing caution to the wind, I walked up to him until our noses almost touched. Until I could feel his breath on my face. Until I could look into those gray eyes and just… melt into a puddle.
“If you want to hit me, hit me,” I said, determined to die on this hill. “But I’m leaving this mental institution, and you can’t stop me.”
I didn’t mean it. I would never leave him, but he didn’t know that.
“Leaving?” he bit out, grabbing me by the neck and pinning me to a wall. “You will leave when I tell you to leave.”
