Chapter 10 Dancing With The Devil (1/2)

Knock Knock Knock

”Huh, what?”

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

”Oh damn it,” Laz slowly opened his eyes to the knocking sound on his door. He had no idea what had happened.

”Laz, Laz? You awake in there?” His Grandpa's voice sounded from outside his door.

”Yeah grandpa, I'm coming, one sec.”

Laz dragged his lead like body up off the floor and after putting on his shirt he made his way to the door and opened it up, closing his eyes to the blinding sun.

”Laz! What happened to you?” His grandpa asked, noticing the bump on his forehead.

”What?” Laz wasn't sure what his grandpa meant, but he noticed his gaze going to his forehead.

He ran to the only mirror in the place, in the bathroom and took a look.

In the mirror he was able to see what his grandpa noticed. On his forehead was a large bruise that was already swollen. He looked like he got hit with something.

”Did you get into a fight Laz?” His grandpa asked as he came into the bedroom and looked towards Laz in the bathroom.

”No grandpa. I got dizzy when I got up this morning and slipped.”

”Slipped? Isn't that always an excuse?”

”Not this time grandpa, you know I can't fight.” Laz said, shaking his head.

”Yeah, that's why I figured you got into a fight and got your ass beat.”

”Thanks grandpa,” Laz said, shaking his head.

”Ha ha, I've told you before, you've got to learn how to fight if you ever want to not be afraid,” His grandpa said with a smile on his face.

Grandpa Crowe had been in the military when he was younger. He had killed before, so he understood a bit more about life than his grandson. He loved him, which was why he was always concerned about him.

”Laz, just because you don't want trouble doesn't mean that trouble will leave you alone,” His grandpa gently replied.