Chapter 37 - Friday (2/2)

”You pervert!” she yelled as she stormed out of the room.

Jackson laughed.

...

It took Jackson a while to put on his underwear and pants. After all, he only had one hand.

By the time he walked out of his bedroom, Halia had already placed his blood-soaked coat in the laundry and disposed of his torn up shirt. She also packed away his first aid kit and cleaned up the blood stains on his floor.

As he approached the sofa, he realized the woman had fallen asleep. Jackson looked up at his clock and realized it was already 5am. He then glanced out his window, the storm had stopped and the sun was already beginning to rise. She must have been exhausted.

He looked back down at the woman and sighed. If both his arms were fine, he would carry her into his room and lay her on the bed, but that wasn't possible. So, he went inside and fetched her a blanket and pillow.

As he gently covered Halia with the blanket and propped her head up on the pillow, he brushed her hair out of her face and sighed. What was this woman doing in his home? If she knew how dangerous he was, would she still be lying there so carelessly?

He had enjoyed spending the night with her and getting to know her better. But, he knew that tonight was an exception. There was a reason why he chose to live a life of solitude all these years and the injury on his arm was proof that he had made the right choice. If Halia was there when he got hurt, if she saw what happened, how would she feel about him? Would she be frightened? Would she have been injured too?

Jackson looked down at Halia one last time. He had saved her three times, but she helped him stitch up three wounds tonight. Were they even now? Maybe it was time to keep his distance. Sure, he wanted to protect her from the club because it was dangerous, but now that he thought about it, the club was nothing compared to him - he was much more dangerous! He shouldn't be keeping her away from the club, he should be keeping her away from him! Jackson sighed and returned to his room.

After Jackson left, Halia slowly opened her eyes; she had been pretending to be asleep. She then sat up and pulled out a napkin she was hiding. A moment ago, when she threw Jackson's torn shirt in the bin, she noticed a scrunched up napkin from her club sitting inside. As she glanced at it, she realized there was something written on it. But, before she looked at it properly, she heard Jackson getting ready to leave his room. In a panic, she quickly ran over to the sofa and pretended to have fallen asleep.

Now that Jackson was gone, she could finally look at the napkin properly.

On it, was the word, 'Vendredi' - the French word for Friday.

Halia stared at the word curiously. What was happening on Friday? And why was it written in French? Did it have something to do with Remy Durand?