I picked up the bag again and went and sat on the couch.
Tye stared at it and said “What’s with that?”
“It’s full of money. I cleaned out Fingers’ safe.” I replied simply.
Tye actually dropped his beer and stood up. “You ripped off Fingers?” he said in an urgent whisper.
“He did not need it anymore. He was already dead.” I replied staring up at him.
Tye put both hands on his head while he stared at me. He walked in a circle and then dropped his arms to his side and turned and looked at me.
“Are you outta your mother fucking mind? You killed him? Then you rob the fucking guys?” he looked totally freaked out. “They are gonna fuck your shit up, fuck up the shit of anyone who ever talked to you, and…. why the fuck are you so fucking calm!?”
I was staring at him and calmly getting the measure of his emotional responses. He felt no fear at all for himself, only for me.
“Please Tye, sit down and please calm down.” I said as gently as I could.
Tye gave a big sigh and threw his hands up in the air before flopping down into his chair looking at me.
They say every good hero needs a trusted sidekick. Well I guess I had decided in that instant to tell Tye everything. So I did. I told him all about myself and he sat and listened with calm expression.
When I was done talking he said calmly “You outta your mind.” and started to stand up.
“Tye, let me make it easy to understand. Are you a strong man?” I asked.
“Yeah.” he said in a bit of a pissed off manner.
“You ever been lifted off your feet by a woman?” I asked.
He snorted and said “Not since I was little.”
That being said I walked right over to him, grabbed his waist and lifted. It was easy, but not as easy as it should have been. I needed to be recharged.
“Holy shit” he yelled as I lifted him “Put me down!”.
I set him down and said “You see these bruises on my face. Touch them.”
He reached up and gently touched them and said “I’m going to get you so ice and some Advil. Shit I don’t know what to think of you.”
“Just wait.” I said “Watch.”
As he stared at me all the bruising, the scrapes, every mark on my skin all began to vanish and return to normal.
Tye blinked twice, his eyes rolled back in his head and he passed out. I barely managed to catch him. I lifted him in my arms and took him to the couch and laid him down there. He was a bit pale, but other than that he was fine. I imagine the nights events had finally gotten to him. Thinking about it I thought when was the last time someone saw healing like that in real life?
My cocktail dress was pretty much wrecked, after having been dragged around and thrown about.
I felt like a bit of a sneak, but I went into his bedroom. It had a big bed in it and was just as tidy as the rest of the apartment. Sturdy dresser and end tables. It was all wood and very manly. I giggled at my thoughts of what I could do with him in this room.
I took a guess and opened a dresser drawer. Finding one of his white t-shirts I took it and went into the bathroom. I stripped off my dress and folded it, placing it into his waste basket. I wanted to take a shower and get the blood off of me. Finding the right temperature I got in and rinsed myself off. Emerging from there I dressed in the t-shirt, which was a dress on me, and went back out to the living room.
Tye was sitting up on the couch and just stared at me as I walked in.
“You put me on the couch.” he said. It was a statement, not a question.
“Yes.” I said simply. “I didn’t want you to leave you laying on the floor.”
He nodded and got up and walked over to the window. He opened the blinds and stood staring out at the world.
“I’m sorry Tye. I… should not have burdened you like this.” I said in apology.
“This is real. You’re real.” He was nodding as he said this. He turned to me and said “Okay.”
Tye walked over to me and stood close to me looking down at me. I was looking up at him, a smile spreading across my face when I saw acceptance in his eyes.
He grinned and said “What now?”
“What now?” I replied sweetly as I leaned into him. “We fuck.”