Lawrence pov:
I sat tied to the chair by ropes. The girl standing at the door..she's not the girl from before. She walked over and grabbed my face to look at her. "what do you want" I asked. "If you didn't kill him," she trailed. I didn't even recognize her. "Who did"
"Lawrence, I know you know something" she admitted. "I don't know shit." I lied. Alicia is now a widow if Helix is really dead, she doesn't like the thought of that. She let go of my face and walked over to the counter closer to the door.
She held the knife to my throat, "Lawrence tell me or you're dead." She threatened. "Fuck Alicia when did you grow balls," I laughed. She didn't find it funny though cause she punched me in my jaw. That shit hurt. "what happened to Channing?" I asked after a minute of silence. "He has other shit to do." She replied rudely.
"Tell me what you know." She repeated. "Ughh if it gets you to leave me alone." I groaned. She hates me. Alicia and I never got along; mainly because she always thought me and Helix had some shit going on but she was so fucking wrong.
"you wanna know the truth about your husband Alicia," I hesitated. Her look softened. She didn't realize she was playing right into my hand. "what if he's still alive, hm..you gon threaten to kill him too once you know?" I questioned. She was getting upset.
"Lawrence." She said bluntly.
"alicia," I replied calmly. "ask Carlos where Helix really was when you was pregnant.." I lowered my voice to where she'd only hear me if she was inches from my face.
"Did you really never ask yourself why your husband wasn't ever home for you, not once," I mumbled. "you believed his shitty lies: 'oh babe I have work.' ''I work late tonight I won't make it home for dinner," you really believed his shit Alicia..but you hate me because we fucked before he 'died' yet he was fucking your sister the whole time-"
She cut the fuck out of my face. Her look changed so much to the point where she looked like wanted to cry. She slashed from above my eyebrow down to my cheek, purposely missing my eye. Then turned to face the door while her hand met her face and she dropped the knife.
I saw blood drip to my thigh as I held my head down in pain. She walked back over and lifted my face. She observed the cut. "do it," I spoke, "you know you want to."
She didn't say anything, she just stared at me with emptiness, "cmon it'll save me a lot of trouble" I added. She stayed silent. "you want me to beg..again alicia," I mumbled, "you know how that turned out last time."
I smirked before she slapped me across the face. "so aggressive." I remarked. "you have a lot of fucking nerve Lawrence." She finally spoke. "She talks!!" I excite with a laugh. She didn't find it funny. "all seriousness though Alicia, you demanded to know." I finalized. She sighed.
she seemed like she wanted to say something but remained quiet. then she left, like if she wasn't ever here. I sat in silence for what is feeling like forever. The blood on my face was uncomfortable and burning. I started to feel lightheaded and leaned my head back on the chair.
I don't know how long I been there. The room was mostly empty. There was carpet and a dresser and on the other side of the room was a bed, to the right side of the room was another room and what seemed to be a closet. The door to the room was to my left and I was seated close enough to the middle of the room. I observed it. The whole room was off. It wasn't originally setup like this. Being an organizer helps a lot.
There's things out of place. But I have no clue what those things are.
