Her Solace, His redemption

Chapter4

"You had better speak!" Quinton roared in anger, his teeth hardly showing and his darkened eyes narrowing. His eyes were on Jones' supposed assaulter.

Kourtney was just behind Quinton, with her arms akimbo. She had to stretch her head to look at the man. She was happy to be smart enough to catch the man.

"I should have killed him" The man barked, panting heavily.

Jones moved from his spot to the man and landed a heavy punch on his face, and blood started oozing from his nose immediately.

"Step back, Jones. I don't want to result to violence but if the man isn't willing to talk, then fine! I shall do it my way…" Quinton snapped, with a mischievous smirk on his face.

Jones sighed deeply and went back. Even though he looked innocent, his angry eyes were something he could not hide. He was ready to snap the man's teeth and break his jaw and ten fingers.

The man shivered, apprehending Quinton's dark and creepy look.

"Wha… What do you want from me?" The man stammered.

"Tell us why you assaulted him" Quinton said again, this time his voice lacing out all seriousness.

"It's his fault!" The man said quickly, pointing his index finger at Jones who had his eyes widened.

"He killed my little brother" The man further said and Jones blinked his widened eyes like he was confused.

Quinton and Kourtney glanced at Jones whose face looked pitiful and wounded as a result of the man's assault.

"Liar. He couldn't have. I mean look at that man's face. He doesn't look like he could hurt a fly, let not even mention a little boy" Kourtney said, shaking her head. She was whispering all these things to Quinton who seemed to be nodding his head in affirmation.

"But did you see him earlier? The way he threw a punch at the man's face?" Quinton questioned.

"Look, If I was that guy too, I would have hit him twice as much. I mean, look at the man's body, with wounds and blood. Who knows, his handsome face might leave a scar. You won't blame him… This man deserves the hit" Kourtney spat, glaring at the man.

"Since you have confessed, I won't hurt you but I shall take you to jail… Lets go" Quinton said and pulled him up.

He looked at Kourtney who gave him a small smile. "Take a taxi and head to the restaurant. Let me take this man to the station. I will give you a call later" He said.

"I guess you have called the police?" She asked and he nodded.

"You don't have to worry, I have done that. But I will tag along to give my statement" He answered.

"Okay then. Bye" Kourtney waved.

Quinton was about to leave but she quickly grabbed his arm.

"What is it?" Quinton asked, with raised eyebrows.

"That guy. What am I supposed to do with him? He looks wounded and injured. We can't just leave him" Kourtney whispered, stealing glances at Jones whose head was down.

"Hmm… How about you take care of him then? Bye, I will see you later at work" He laughed and walked away.

"How am I supposed to do that? I'm not a nurse!" She whispered strongly, gnashing her teeth.

However, he was gone. Kourtney sighed deeply and walked to Jones.

"Are you alright?" She asked.

He looked at her and said nothing.

"Can you wait here? Let me go and get something to treat those wounds before he gets infected and leaves a scar" She said.

Jones sighed and nodded quietly. Kourtney quickly turned around and left. Minutes later, she was back with a black bag. She went to Jones, and brought out the content, a cotton bud and fluid substance which would heal the wound fast.

Soon, she got to work, wiping and cleaning the wounds and cuts, including the blood. Jones felt the sting but bottled it in, as he knew he was someone strong and he definitely didn't want to act like a little baby in front of a beautiful lady.

Jones' eyes came in contact with her face and for a long time, he kept staring at her. His eyes widened when he found her face rather too familiar.

"Sorry" He whispered.

"Yes?" She answered, facing him.

"You look familiar. Do I know you from anywhere?" He asked.

"Hmm… I don't think so. Anyway, I'm done. Just take care of yourself and apply this as I did every morning and night. Bye" She said and handed the black bag to him.

She started leaving and that was when the memories started flushing in. She was the girl he met at the club, and slept with.

His heart leapt in joy, and it seemed he had indeed found the love of his life. He ran after her and noticed she had entered a taxi. He also took one and told the driver to keep his tail on her.

After a brief drive, Kourtney stopped at her restaurant and he got down. He paid the driver and watched as Kourtney entered the restaurant. Many inside greeted her. He continued watching, seeing her wear her costume and then started to prepare food on the fire.

Jones smiled. He was about to enter when he notified Quinton.

"Huh… Is it you? What are you doing here?" Quinton chuckled and showed him his hand for a handshake.

Jones felt angered to see him. He probably felt jealous and was already thinking Kourtney was the type of woman that gave men chances.

He scoffed and looked away, rejecting his handshake.

"Hmm… Okay then. Good night and see you later. By the way, that man is in jail" Quinton said.

Jones frowned and snarled while Quinton entered the restaurant to meet Kourtney. Jones watched them, as they talked and laughed. He felt green with envy.

Few hours later, Quinton left and he was quite surprised to see Jones still standing. He left there without saying a word and zoomed off with his car.

Kourtney stayed, cooking and preparing dishes. After a few more hours, she was done. She took off her costume and told the others goodbye.

When she went outside, she was surprised and flustered to see Jones standing there.

"Geez! You scared me! What are you doing here? Do you know anyone here?" She asked.

"I came here for you" He answered flatly.

"What? Me?" She asked and he nodded.

"What do you want to talk about?" She asked.

Jones looked everywhere and shook his head. "Definitely not here. Let's talk somewhere better and quieter" He said.

"Uh… Okay then" She nodded.

Jones quickly flagged down a taxi and they both got in, it drove off and they alighted at a only drinks bar.

Kourtney was about to pay but Jones stopped her and paid instead. She smiled at his gentleness and two of them walked in.

They sat down on the counter and ordered a bottle of whisky and glasses. They started drinking, and cheered.

"So, what do you want to talk about?" Kourtney asked.

"Do you remember me?" Jones asked.

"Hmm" She hummed, staring at his face with narrowed eyes.

"I don't think so? Besides, you have asked this before. Why? Have you seen me before?" She asked.

"Yes, I have," He nodded.

"Really? Where?" She questioned and he sighed.

"First of all, Who is that guy?" He asked.

"What guy?" She asked, "Oh! wait. Quinton?"

"Yes. Who is he?" He asked.

"Why are you asking?" She asked back.

"Who is he to you? Another guy you had s*x with one night?" Jones demanded.

"What! I won't take that from you! What the hell do you mean? How dare you!" She snapped, and stood up.

Jones also got up. "You really don't remember me? Look at this face well"

She studied his face for a while and gasped when she got it. "You… you are that guy at the nightclub that day"

"Yes. I'm glad you remember now and I also hope you can recall we had s*x…" He said and she scoffed.

"What is that supposed to mean?" She questioned.

"I enjoyed that night and it feels like I'm catching feelings" He whispered.

"Wait, what? Excuse me" She asked with an amused brow raised.

"How about another night?" He asked and a shocked look overshadowed her face. She thought she didn't even hear him well.

"Wait. I… I didn't get that. What did you say?" She asked with anger in her voice.

"I said how about another night together," He said.

That was when she had it and slapped him hard across the face.

"How dare you? Just because of that night doesn't mean I'm a slut. You brought me here because of this? I can see you definitely have no shame" She spat.

"Let me warn you. This would be the last time we meet. Let's not cross paths ever again… not in this world and not even in the next world. I repeat, that night was a mistake. We were drunk. Just because we did it doesn't make me a slut. Now, excuse me" She said, snarled and walked away in anger.