Jess drop my hand
to knock-knock
soft
on red door.
When Liam open
I seeing his man face,
strong
like warrior Viking,
hair sea wave cool.
They have same eyes:
colour of sky
on sunshine days.
Liam look me once over,
same as Terry –
down
up.
His face tell me that he can’t to see
past my
skin.
My foreign.
I want to say:
Hello, Liam. Please to meet you.
But no chance.
I look at my feet
and seeing Dan on my toes.
Still.
‘Can we come in, Liam?’ Jess say.
Liam step out of door and we step back.
‘I can’t help you, Jess.’
‘But I thought …’
‘I spoke to Mum.’
‘Mum? When?’
‘She called a few minutes ago.’
‘Is she OK?’ Jess say in the desperate.
‘She’s fine, she’s with a friend.
Apparently
she bolted and left that arsehole
snorting on his own blood.’
Liam looking me with serious.
‘Nice job, by the way,’ he say.
‘Where’s Terry?’ Jess say.
‘Who gives a shit?’
‘Liam, we need help.’
‘There’s no way. Leila will go nuts.’
Liam nod head to me.
‘We’d be screwed if they nabbed your mate in here.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘Mum told me everything.’
‘Mum doesn’t know shit.’
‘The police were at the estate, Jess.’
‘And what?’
‘Well, she sees blood on his hands and
both of you changed your clothes.’
‘And what? Two and two make …’
‘What? Big coincidence, is it?’
I looking at Jess.
We pressurise our hands to become one unity.
‘What the hell will we do, Liam?’
‘I can’t help.’ He step back inside red door.
‘Please.’
‘I’m sorry. I just can’t.’
‘Where will we go?’ I hearing the shaky in her voice.
A volcano ready for the erupt.
‘If I were you, I’d get out of London,’ Liam say,
before closing door.
Slam.
Thud.
Lock.