Page 47 of Lose to Win: Lost Trilogy: Part 3
“The police is at her house,” he squeals into the phone as soon as the person on the other end answers.
That explains the flashing lights, I think to myself.
I can’t keep up with everything Steve is saying so rapidly, my head is spinning.
“I don’t fucking know, man. I just gave her some. She is all out of it.”
He turns around to look at me, the panic in his eyes obvious.
“How was I supposed to know?” he yells into the phone. “I’m doing everything you’ve told me to do here, man. This is just too much for the money I am actually getting.”
I try to focus my eyes on a small mark on my floor. That seems to help me a little bit. The feeling of nausea taking over my body only seconds ago is now slowly subsiding.
“What the fuck am I supposed to do with her now?” Short pause, then a burst of words. “Are you fucking kidding me? You’re the one who told me to bring her to her house, hide in plain sight. I can’t carry her to bed, man. She is as fat as a cow!”
I hear the words, but they’re not really registering. I just want to sleep now.
“I’ll see if…”
A loud bang on my front door interrupts him.
“Fuck, they’re at the door now. I’ll call back.”
He hangs up the phone, then rushes to where I am still standing propped against the wall.
“Get your fat ass to the couch, Emily,” he tells me. I nod and try to take a step that way, but lose my balance and fall into him. “Fucking great,” he mutters.
Between the two of us, we manage to get me to the couch. He shoves a pillow under my head and throws a blanket over me.
“Pretend you’re fucking sleeping.”
That should not be a problem at all, I think to myself. In fact, I can feel myself drooling into the pillow, and I am unable to stop it.
When Steve finally opens the front door, he sounds cool, calm and collected.
“Officer,” I hear him greeting the person at the door. “What can I do for you?”
“Good evening, sir,” the faceless voice responds. “Are you a resident of this house?”
Steve hesitates but recovers quickly. “My fiancée is. I’m visiting.”
“We need to speak with the owner of the house,” the officer continues, completely unaffected by Steve’s snappy tone.
“She is sleeping right now,” he informs the officer.
“I’m very sorry, sir, but you will need to wake her up. This is important.”
“Look, officer, I don’t think…” Steve is annoyed now. I open my mouth to call out to the police officer but it’s like my body is failing me. My brain is sending the request to the mouth, but it refuses to work.
“Sir, you need to step back.”
There’s a bunch of commotion at this point, and it feels like all the oxygen is being sucked out of the room all of sudden.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Steve’s shocked voice calls over all the other noise.
I hear footsteps marching up and down my small house, opening and closing doors, then approaching the couch where I am currently lying on.
“What is her name?” I recognize the police officer’s voice when he stops by my head.
