Page 88 of Bazooka
He looked fucking crushed, and I hated myself for it when something else crossed his face. Sadness was still predominant, but anger was snapping at its heels, and I could see it.
“If you want me gone, you will have to throw me out,” Luz said, raising his chin in defiance. “And don’t you dare say it’s because of your case.”
I didn’t have an answer to that, so I remained silent.
“It’s the L word, isn’t it?” he said, gulping. “It’s not even the best blowjob you’ve ever received, or the fact that a man gave it to you. It’s that fucking L word that I knew, IknewI would regret, but I had to fucking say it because I’m an idiot.”
I lowered my gaze, not knowing what to say to him, when he reached for the glass on the counter and threw it at a wall.
“Fucking say something!”
I rested my hands on my waist with a weary sigh.
“What do you want from me, Luz?”
“You know what I want.”
“That’s not happening.”
His eyes narrowed into slits.
“Why? ‘Cause I don’t fit in a duffel bag?”
Again, replying became an impossible mission for me.
The vase joined the glass on the floor with a loud crash.
“Stop breaking things, Luz,” I said, closing the terrace door so the neighbors wouldn’t hear us.
“No, you stop breaking things!” he hissed, pointing at his chest. “You fucking monster.”
“Jordan is waiting for you downstairs,” I said coolly, when everything inside me was on fire. “Pack your things. Don’t make him wait.”
Luz laughed maniacally. “Things? I don’t need things. I just need to be rid of you.”
He stomped into the bedroom, only to return with a phone in his hand, wearing nothing but boxers.
“The rest of my stuff?” he said through his teeth. “Keep it. I don’t need anything from you… In fact, you know what? I’m taking my fucking curtains.”
He marched to the window and yanked at the flimsy fabric until the curtain rod fell to the floor. He was at the front door when he suddenly turned, glaring at me.
“And by the way, Icanfit in a duffel bag!”
He walked up to my duffel bag and started taking things out, throwing them around the place. My T-shirt ended up on the floor behind the armchair. My jeans landed on the windowsill. My underwear, under the table.
“I will fucking show you!” he growled, throwing things left and right. “I will show you I can fit in here. And when I do, you will…”
Suddenly, he paused, staring at the thing in his hand. It was a piece of paper, but what was written on it had the power to demolish things. And people.
When he looked at me, all his hostility from earlier was gone. Only confusion remained.
“Why do you have my father’s card in your bag?”
Shit.
I lowered my cowardly gaze instead of replying.
It took him a few moments to figure it all out.
