“Was that—” I begin but halt my vicious words before I utter them.
“What?” Tessa asks me.
“Was that . . . um, dog supposed to be there?” I dumbly ask. It makes no sense, but Tessa, being Tessa, goes into full discussion mode about the last scene of the movie and that the dog, Barkley or Brinkley, I believe she said his name is, is essential to the success of the movie.
Blah, blah, blah . . .
A knock at the door stops Tessa’s explanation and Landon gets up to answer.
“I got it,” I say and push past him. This is my fucking place, after all.
I don’t bother to look through the peephole, but once I pull the door open, I wish that I had.
“Where’s he?” the foul-smelling junkie asks.
I step out into the hallway and close the door behind me. Tessa will not be bothered by this shit. “What the fuck are you doing here?” I hiss.
“I’m just here to see my buddy, that’s all.” Chad’s teeth are even browner than before, and his facial hair is matted to his skin. He can only be in his thirties, but he possesses the face of a man pushing fifty. The watch my father got me is hanging from his filthy wrist.
“He’s not coming out here, and no one is giving you anything, so I suggest you take your ass back where you came from before I bash your face against that railing,” I say matter-of-factly and point toward the metal bar in front of the hallway fire extinguisher. “Then, while you’re bleeding out, I’ll call the police and have you arrested for possession and trespassing.” I know he has drugs on him, the fucking asshole.
His eyes focus in on me, and I take a step toward him. “I wouldn’t test my patience, not tonight,” I warn.
His mouth opens just as the door to the apartment opens behind me. Fucking hell.
“What’s going on?” Tessa asks, moving in front of me.
I instinctively jerk her back, and she asks again. “Nothing, Chad here was just leaving.” I stare at Chad, so help him God, if he fucking—
Tessa’s eyes narrow in on the shiny object dangling from his thin wrist. “Is that your watch?”
“What? No—” I begin to lie, but she already knows. She isn’t stupid enough to think it’s coincidence that this drug-addict fuck has the same exact expensive-ass watch as I do.
“Hardin . . .” She glares at me. “So what, you’ve been hanging out with this guy or something?” She crosses her arms and puts more distance between us.
“No!” I half shout. Why would that be the conclusion she draws from this little scene?
I’m conflicted between calling her father out and defending myself or making up yet another lie. “I’m not friends with him, he’s leaving.” I shoot Chad one more warning.
This time he takes it and backs away down the hall. I suppose it’s only Landon who isn’t intimidated by me anymore. Maybe I haven’t lost my edge after all.
“Who’s there?” Richard joins us in the hallway.
“That man . . . Chad,” Tessa answers, inquisition clear in her tone.
“Oh . . .” Richard pales and looks helplessly at me.
“I need to know what’s going on.” Tessa is getting upset. I shouldn’t have let her come back here. I saw it on her face the moment she stepped into this damned place.
“Landon!” Tessa calls for her best friend, and I look at her father. Landon will tell her everything; he won’t lie to her face the way I have so many times.
“Your dad owed him money, and I gave him that watch for payment,” I admit. She gasps and turns to Richard.
“You owed him money for what? Hardin’s father gave him that watch as a gift!” she shouts.
Okay . . . this isn’t exactly the reaction I was expecting. She’s more focused on the stupid watch than the whole your-father-owed-this-creep-money aspect.
“I’m sorry, Tessie. I didn’t have any money, and Hardin—”
Before I realize what she’s doing, she’s halfway to the elevator. What the fuck!
I panic, running after her, but she slides into the steel cage just before I reach her. Those doors move with torturous slowness any other time, yet when she’s escaping from me, they close instantly.
“Goddammit, Tessa!” I pound my fist once against the metal. Does this place even have a staircase? When I look back down the hall, Landon and Richard are both staring blankly, unmoving. Thanks for the fucking help, assholes.
I move quickly and find the staircase, taking two stairs at a time to get to the bottom. I reach the lobby and glance around for Tessa. When I don’t see her, I begin to panic again. Chad could have friends with him . . . they could approach Tessa or hurt her . . .
The elevator opens with a ding, and Tessa steps out of it; the most determined face imaginable covers her features, until she spots me.
“Are you out of your fucking mind?” I shout at her, my voice filling the lobby.
“He’s giving that damn watch back, Hardin!” she shouts back. She stalks toward the glass doors, and I wrap my arm around her waist, yanking her back against my chest.
“Get off of me!” She claws at my arms, but I don’t relent.
“You can’t just chase after him. What’re you thinking?”
She keeps fighting me.
“If you don’t stop moving, I will literally carry your ass back up to the apartment. Now listen to me,” I say.
“He can’t have that watch, Hardin! Your father gave it to you, and it meant a lot to him and to you—”