Bishop
"It was serious...I almost died." I explained truthfully, my eyes still on the road.
"You know I'm irritated by your lies...stop lying to me, Bishop. Imagine, an iron bender, bullet dodger, and knife concealer is telling me he almost died. You don't die, Bishop, that's the truth. With what I've seen so far, you don't die, so why lie to me about being in the hospital for a good three days?" Mary continued to nag, she wouldn't believe me, I know.
"I'm not lying." I mumbled softly, my voice was surprisingly still calm and collected, I didn't even flinch or act affected by her constant nagging.
"You always have excuses, Bishop." She blurted again, still not giving up. "Were you rolling around with that slut?" She snapped, her lips curling into a deadly smirk.
I didn't say anything
