Running Game(172)
“Why the next morning?”
His old chest sighed. “She’s walked out of here half a dozen times, but she always comes back.”
Old Greg glared at me for a moment.
“It’s hard to have your granddaughter almost taken from you. To watch her lay there, lifelessly in some hospital bed, barely clinging to life. You think there’s nothing worse in the world. Nothing besides death, at any rate… But then I got her back. She’s healthy as ever, getting better every day. Problem is, somehow, I’ve still lost her. She’ll never remember the times we’ve had together.”
He swigged from his beer, still glowering at me.
“And I’m a coward. I couldn’t tell her.”
“You didn’t tell Angel you’re her grandfather? What the hell is wrong with you?” I said.
“Some things are better left forgotten. That girl, she’s been through hell. Don’t want to go dredging up bad memories. That accident was a blessing in disguise. She was safe here, and now you’ve gone and lost her.”
“I’ll find her.”
“If I had keeled over these last few days you’d be fucked, and you know it,” he growled, pointing towards me with his beer hand. “Only reason you’re here is because you have no idea where else to turn.”
“That’s true,” I agreed, “and I know I’ve fucked up. I don’t know how, but I’ll figure it out, and I’ll keep it from happening again. But I’ll fight through hell and never stop searching until I find her.”
“And why the fuck is that?”
“Because I love her.”
Old Greg laughed heartily. It was a sarcastic, holier-than-thou laugh, and it gradually contorted into a horrendous coughing fit.
I jumped up to help, but he waved me away and drowned it out with the beer.
“You think you love her. What a fucking joke. You’re even more hopeless than I thought, dick-bag.”
“You don’t know me,” I reminded him tersely.
“Oh, I know you,” Old Greg chuckled, his breath rattling in his chest. “I know your type. You think you’re the hero in some bullshit romance, right? Just gonna swoop in and save the distressed damsel? Please.”
The old geezer was starting to seriously test my patience.
“If you’re not going to help, then just say so,” I demanded, crossing my arms. “But if you are, then we need to cut the shit now.”
He stood up, walking over to me.
“You saved her before, I recall. Bunch of drunken, horny bikers wanted to rape her. Tell me, fuckface, why haven’t you brought that up yet? Why not twist my arm with that? You know it would work, and you’re just wasting time…”
I stared this angry, sly bastard straight in his fiery, ancient eyes.
“Because if you are her grandfather, then you’ll never forget that. And I’m not going to resort to some cheap trick to convince you.”
His eyes narrowed suspiciously.
“Look me in the eyes,” I told him, “and tell me to my face that I wouldn’t tear the world apart for her. Go on.”
Old Greg searched deep into my gaze.
The silence of the room was deafening.
Finally, his shoulders sagged.
“Who the fuck are you?”
“I’m Trent Masters. Of Trent Masters and–”
“I’ll tell you who you are,” he cut me off indignantly. “You’re a cocky scrap of shit. You’re a fucking arrogant piece of work who thinks you can walk into a broken girl’s life and just save her. As if it’s that fucking simple. This is my granddaughter. I’m not talking about some street urchin – this is my flesh and blood, and you…you’re used to getting your way. You don’t accept ‘no’. You can’t accept ‘no.’ You’re just some misguided force of nature who sweeps people up and leaves them broken in the dark, only this girl… She’s already broken.”
“That’s not who I am at all,” I told him confidently.
“Oh yeah? How many?”
“How many what.”
Old Gregg smiled evilly. “Don’t play stupid with me. I can smell the filth on you, boy. Before you met my granddaughter, how many girls did you chew up and spit out? How many girls did you leave when you were finished with them, cast aside in your wake?”
For the first time since coming to terms with my world and my place in it, my unshakeable core was suddenly rattled. It was only a second, but it happened.
And the motherfucker saw it.
“Yes…yes, I thought so,” he answered. “You thought you could just come to this place, drag her back down into the muck with you, and set her up for even more pain? You think I didn’t pin you for a sorry sack of shit from the start?”