The Lives of Jame and Valeria

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The Fifteenth Chapter

"Ty!" Valeria bangs on the screen door.

"I have an idea," I smirk at her.

"That can't be good."

"You know that tree next to my window?"

"No! I am not going thirty feet in the air in my pajamas!"

"Oh, come on. You wanna go in, right?"

"Ugh."

We walk to the side of the house. She's so nervous. She starts climbing. Slowly and carefully, her arm reaches for the window. She slips.

"Gah!" her chest hits a branch, which breaks her fall.

"You good?" I yell.

"Perfect," she replies. She climbs back to the window, and this time, she goes in. I walk back to the front of the house. Valeria unlocks the door for me.

"Are you hurt?"

"Just bruised."

"Why don't you have Ty inspect your injuries?"

"No. I am never doing that again. I'm gonna shower. My hair is filled with bark."

"Okay," I retreat to our room with her and sit on the bed.



When she finishes showering, she hits me in the face with her wet hair.

"I'm going to find Ty and ask if we can leave this place yet," I kiss her forehead and head across the hall to Ty's room. He's watching some surgery show.

"When do we leave?" I ask him. He pauses his show.

"Tomorrow. Only two hours, though. You don't want Tritt to shock you," he unpauses his show, blocking me out completely.

I return to Valeria.

"So, when do we leave?"

"Tomorrow."

"Yes!" She does a little happy dance.

"I know. Where to?"

"Some restaurant."

"Done. I promise, someday, you will get used to his cooking. Probably not in the near future, but someday."

"Are we going to tell Ty where we went?"

"Are you kidding me? No. He'll never cook for us again."

"Touche."

"So, we lie," she decides.

"That's your plan?"

"You murder people. You can lie once."

"Fine."

The next day, we keep our promise. I take Valeria to Jerry's. She looks hotter than hell today, though. She wore a blue sleeveless shirt and tight jean pants. When we sit down, a few couples leave, and multiple glare. One man points to his rear, showing the holster to his gun. A female worker finally rolls her eyes and comes to our table.

"I'm Ares. I'll be your waitress for today. What can I get for you, sir?" she asks. She's a little thicker, but it's not fat. It's muscle. Piercings are obvious in many places. One on her eyebrow, nose, and lip, but four on her ear. I definitely don't feel like messing with her.

"Ooh. I like how you address me. Most people call me bitch, but I could get used to sir. Anyways, just my usual," I hope Valeria has eaten here before. She looks nervous.

"And for you, ma'am?" she looks at Valeria. Valeria orders, then Ares leaves. She looks so familiar.

"What were your thoughts?" Valeria rubs my arm.

"Nothing. She just reminds me of someone."

"Who?"

"My friend's wife."

"Hm."

When I notice Ares not doing anything, I motion for her to come over.

"Yes?" she looks at me with the same look I gave her. She is the one.

"Do I know you?" I lean forward and lower my voice.

"Depends. Do you know Ramone?" her voice deepens when she lowers it.

"Yes. You're his wife, aren't you?" I smile.

"Yes. Ironically, he's a counselor now. If you look for him, you won't find him. His name is Mark now."

"Thanks," I say, just before she gets called back to the kitchen. After our food comes, we eat and leave.
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