She pour the water bottle over my
blood hand.
I not hear what she say,
her tongue, mouth, words
all
happening too much fast.
Jess is angry,
in devastation,
totally pissed-off with me.
She is correct to be.
But
I want for her to give me
tight hug
and tell me
everything going to be all right.
Instead
she do the big panic.
I try rub blood off my hand.
Again Dan’s liquid
drop
one
two
on my shoe.
Blue and red lights
blur past,
and I thinking of Dan, poor guy,
and me without brain,
and why I always do the stupid thing.
Why?
What idiot idea
to using my protect.
And it come …
Like Falls of Niagara it come.
I can’t to control
the tears.
My stomach and shoulders
bouncing
bouncing
bouncing
like the
doof
doof
doof
on the night of our
ice skate
date.
And I still can’t to breathe.
‘Come on, Nicu,’ Jess say.
And she making her thumbs do car wiper on my eyes.
‘Jesus, don’t cry.
It was self-defence.
I saw it.
There’s CCTV cameras all over the place to prove it.
I’m telling you, it was self-defence.’
Jess move closer.
Arms out.
We become one,
hugging.
She is warming.
Her touching help peace my mental
and my body.
‘I only want to scare on him, Jess,’ I say.
‘I know you did.’
‘It happen fast.’
‘Exactly.’
‘Maybe I make just little hole in him.’
‘Whatever it was, we better get out of here.’
‘Where?’ I say.
The mobile phone shine light on
Jess face.
‘Liam,’ she say.
‘Liam, is that you?’