Free Red (Black #2) by T.l Smith Page A

sleeps exactly the same as he did last time. Not moving, on his back. Like he’s dead.
    He has a scar on his eyebrow, one he never had before. I kneel up on my elbows, looking him over, he has a plain black shirt on I can’t see much, especially with his long black slacks that fit perfectly on his toned body. His hands, though, I notice them. He has a scar so deep in both palms. I lift his hand up gently while examining it. It’s on both sides like something has gone right through his hand.
    “Last person that touched me when I was sleeping, that I didn’t know, ended up with a bullet, Red.”
    I drop his hand out of sheer shock, his eyes are open and he’s watching me, but it’s with interest. “You know me,” I reply.
    “No, you used to know a version of me. I know no version of you.” He puts his hands to his stomach.
    “Do you feel anything when you’re with me?”
    “I do.” His answers are short, much like they always have been.
    “What?”
    “That I want to push you away.” He sits up, coming face to face with me.
    “That’s nothing new, you tried that once and it didn’t work.” I shrug my shoulders, it’s the truth.
    “Tell me what happened?”
    “Happened?”
    “Yes, I want to know why no one searched for me if you say I was so important?”
    “You are… to me.” I turn my head to his window, it’s blacked out, to match the darkness of this room. “I can’t talk about it, not even with you.”
    “Why?” He’s looking at me, his face emotionless, though his eyes, they tell something different.
    “You should remember soon, and if you don’t, I will tell you. I just can’t, it hurts too much.”
    “You were important to me, weren’t you?” I simply nod my head. He wasn’t good at defining things, so I won’t either. “If I don’t remember, what will you do?” My hands touch his face, his beard is under my palms, and his long lashes flutter with each blink he takes.
    “I will make you remember me.”

    Hayden comes over after school, Liam is downstairs, he said he needed to clear his head. I watch as Hayden smiles at him, Liam stands there watching him, not speaking, just listening. He has disposed of her body and cleaned the mess up. I fell back asleep after we spoke, then called my mother to check on the kids.
    Hayden is old enough now that he doesn’t have to ask for my permission every time he wants to go somewhere, except he still does. He told me he was coming over. I told him Mr. Black won’t remember him, but he didn’t care—to him, Liam is his Holy Grail. His savior and nothing anyone said could stop him from seeing him, not even me.
    Liam’s head whips behind, he looks up to me, sensing I’m there. His sunglasses cover his eyes, and I still feel the weight of his eyes on me.
    “You need to go to your family,” he says once he walks back upstairs. It’s early. I need to go to work sometime today. Preferably on time.
    “I will.”
    “I don’t need you here.”
    “You don’t, but I want to be here for you.”
    “Do you know much about these drugs?”
    “Why?” He stands so still, it’s always been odd having a conversation with him. It’s like he doesn’t need to move.
    “Because I want to go after the people who make such a thing.”
    “I know it’s a black market drug. All I know is that it suppresses memories, and it needs to be given correctly. It has to be given in doses, to not rid the current memory if it’s given too frequently, it would suppress the current memory. Basically, it's like a top up drug from the original memory suppressor.”
    “Your doctor told you this?”
    “Yes. He said your memory should come back once the drug is out of your system, but it’s not guaranteed because you’ve had it for such an extensive period of time, though.”
    “Who the fuck makes this shit?”
    “There have been reports of a local pharmacist that’s been making it for a while now. Though, no one has actually found it. I know Robbie was