1 The liar is in this room...

We stand eye to eye. Toe to toe. Mono e Mono. David was smirking. "I had a feeling you'd be here" The colour drained from my face. "How did you know?" "My girlfriend told me." That bitch. I was ready for anything. But I didn't expect him hugging me. "Thanks for a lot." Then I felt the tip of his blade piece my skin. My back more specifically. I don't know why I was surprised. I ruined his relationships, his business, his house. I grabbed the back of his head then grabbed his chin. And then crack! He went white in a snap. I pulled out the blade. I crossed his arms and put It in his hands.

3 DAYS EARLIER 3 DAYS EARLIER 3 DAYS

I was waking up. Normal as ever. I look over. There she was. My best friend, my closest ally, my wife. I get up. Slower then ever. Why? Because being shot might be a good reason. The docs called it "fatal" but the shit I've seen. Not surprised I survived. I sit on the edge waking up when I hear "Sean?" I look over and see her a short black haired girl. My wife. Azzie. She's from Germany but learned English mostly. Alittle touchy though. Hey Az. She grins. "Why are you up so early?" "I woke up by myself. Didn't think it was a issue. You sleep, I'll bring you a surprise." She looks over and mutters "Yeah...ok" and lays down.

I get up. Pop my back. As I walk over theres a knock on the door. I go but on my robe. And walk to the door. I look through the hole and don't see anything. Then there's another knock. It startling me. I cautiously open the door. I look down and see a small boy. "H-Hel-lo can I w-w-walk your dog for any extra cash?" He looks up. I smirk and grab my change and a few bucks put it in his palm and say "Good luck kid. Apartment E4 might like some help. She's a older woman so be polite." He looks up "Thank you mister!" and scurries off. I shut the door and wince in pain. I got to the medical cabinet grab some Tylenol and Ibuprofen. And took it dry.

About five minutes later. There's a faint smell of amonia and vinegar. I walk over to the kitchen. And open the coffee pot put in some coffee and water. I turn it on and the *click* makes me smile. And I start to cook. A nice breakfast of champions! Whichevery one knows is runny eggs, burnt toast and blacked out bacon. Damnit! Not again. I throw it in the trash put on my clothes and grab my wallet and keys. With my good old S&W. I carry a Smith & Wesson Model 351C .22 Mag. Ever since my lover got mugged. By now it's 11:30am and I walk down to my Honda "Shit!" Open door! Broken into...again. I don't keep anything expensive there for a reason.

*Sighs* I. I need a new car. I unlock the the glovebox. Put in the radio. And turn on the car. Put in drive. And take off.

I pull into the driveway of the gas station. Walk in. There's a small basket that says:For Sean. I grab it look in. There everything I need A pack of smokes,A package of donuts, and 2 coffees still warm. I look at the front clerk. He's staring at me. Smirking. "Hey Sean." "Hey Anthony" Anthony Garcia. He been a friend for a few years. He knows that I come in a lot. So he sets my stuff into the side. I walk up. Throw my card on the counter he spins the machine as I yawn. He says "Hard night or a fun night" and pulls out my card. I cuss under my breath. And grab my card and and walk out. "Bye dickhead!" Jump in my car and head out.