Olive
The light is on when I unlock the door to Bill's house. He must have forgotten it.
My eyes move to the living room and he is sitting on the couch, a bottle of whiskey on one hand and a cigarette on the other. Bill doesn't smoke so this comes as a surprise to me.
"Bill are you okay?" His head is bowed and when he lifts his eyes to look at me, I notice blood on his face.
"What happened to you?" I ask him worriedly as I walk to where he is, I move to check on the wound but he stops me.
"Don't." He takes a sip of the whiskey and puffs in the cigarette.
I'm confused at the moment because I don't know what is going on.
"Was it this couch or the other one?" He asks pointing at the couches and I can't understand what he is talking about.
"What?"
"Or was it on the floor? Where he f*
