After the attack, Hayato decided the best plan of action was to get rid of me. So he sent me to live with a woman he called Maria. Supposedly she was a soldier who he had helped out with her Marijuana Addiction.
"So, I'm not good at goodbyes... But.. I'll catch you later."
I didn't acknowledge Hayato. Until he punched me.
"I said-"
I cut him off. "Saki is Cheating on you."
"Huh?"
"You idiot, you heard me.. She's been involved with some rich dude. An old motherfucker at that. She's been playing you like a fiddle." I smiled. This was my way of getting revenge.
"No.. You're bullshitting me. She loves me." Hayato said sounding not too sure about himself.
"Dude, I've got pictures... I took them on my handy dandy Kodak Funsaver camera." I said as I pulled out a few photographs of Saki and her sugar daddy getting hot and steamy in a hotel. "Believe me now?"
Hayato looked at them. "Dude.... How long have you had these?"
I smiled. "Ages bro."
He sighed. "Well, I'll handle her. Just go on... and sorry about any trauma, or mental scarring, or emotional damage."
I walked towards the Hummer that was parked across the road, and immediately I got the feeling that the person behind the wheel was far stronger than me. One of the doors in the back of the Hummer opened up.
"Get in."
I nodded and I climbed into one of the back seats, and oddly enough there were kids in there.
"Well Dust, I assume you have seen your sister around town.. Working at the finest clubs, while you're selling yourself with that one's woman?" A woman with whitish blonde hair said as she pointed out the window at Hayato.
"Seriously. How do you know about that? And how do you now about Natsuki?"
The woman looked at me.
"Because I saw everything.. and I don't mean your sister by your birth mother."
"Wait.. If you're talking about my sister... Hayato said something about Dahlia, my sister who he supposedly had 'contact with"
The woman laughed. "Wouldn't shock me.. Dahlia was working at a bar That Mr. Fritzsimmons would Frequent."
The woman drove out of the parking lot. And I got a good look at the kids in the back seat with me.
There was a little girl, and a Baby.
"Those are Dahlia's Kids. I reckon you haven't met them yet."
I looked at them.
The baby girl was pawing at something that was hanging above her head. And the little girl was reading a book about Wild animals.
I was going home.
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