♡ Hey Guys, Lovett Has A Tazer ♡

So Sanna and I have been in the Telford area lately, although we've been westward bound since. While I am not one for handing out paranoid glances like they're free mints, I still watch my ass, comb the area, maybe get some makeup from Boots. (Seriously, Too-Faced's Candlelight for £25? Oh by the way guize, my birthday's coming up, nudge nudge. You know, I think Sleek has a new shadow palette out as well. But I haven't been able to find it in shops yet. *sigh* Oh who will buy it for me?)

On one of my little nightly pokearounds, I saw a tall boy coming up over the bridge, perhaps just a teensie bit younger than me. Wearing sunglasses. Which roused my suspicions. He had that Running For My Life look about him. And nobody wears sunglasses at night unless they don't want to be recognised.

So I dispersed into birds and blocked his merry way. "Runner or servant?"

"Neither. It's Lovett."

This one. Formerly known as pHIL. It took me a mo to process the name, and then deduce his purpose. I know he told Sanna in the comments that he had some information possibly relating to her father. But SANNA HERSELF hadn't told me to expect him. "Well, I never. On your way to see the train wreck? I hope you brought a gun."

"What use is a gun when you aren't sure you can shoot? Besides, luck and amiableness have kept me alive so far." Luck and amiability will only get you so far, pal.

"Do you at least have a knife? Honestly, it's crazy you're even thinking of going near her. Kelevra and Star done fucked her up good."

"Hopefully this will focus that away from random violence." He raised an A4 envelope into my field of view. "After all, having an aim does wonders for distracting you from random violence. Figured I could do that much. For old time's sake. Besides, I'm not going unarmed." With that, he showed me the Tazer in his pocket. "Should do the job, if needs be."

"A Tazer? Wow, I've never seen a Tazer." I reached for it, ever so politely, I swear. "Can I see it?"

But oh no, Mr Fancy Tazer Pants has to have his Tazer all to himself. "Hope you understand that I'm not letting this go. Too many people out for my head, and if I lose this one I'm not gonna be able to lay hands on another."

"Just for a second." In the wake of my again ever so polite solicitation, I tried to get it from him.

"No. I already feel exposed enough out here without giving away my only real weapon." Mr Fancy Tazer Pants put the Tazer back into the pocket of his hoodie.

I folded my arms. "Why didn't she tell me she was meeting you soon?"

"Didn't necessarily know. I was in the neighbourhood, figured I might as well get it done. That a bad idea?"

"No. It's a terrible idea. But. Your funeral." Dismissive, I gestured in the realm of not giving a fuck.

"I'll be fine. And to prove it I will see you later, Maddie."

Yeah, so from what I little I got out of Sanna, he survived their meeting, so see ya later Tazer Fancy Pants bitch. Hang on, when will I see you later? Did we agree to go tobogganing and I just have Nest amnesia?

Fast forward many hours and I went to pull Sanna's little head off for not telling me we were having a visitor. I mean, that's just rude and bitchy. But first order of business was STUFFS. I don't LIKE being left out of the picture when I've specifically been asked to be IN the picture.

"Didja read what Lovett gave you about your daddy issues?"

Her gaze flittered to the left when I tried to make eye contact. "Yeah."

"Can I see it?"

Face. Ashen. "Ah-uh." A tremble in that utterance . . . . . . . fear? Or maybe denial. One bleeds into another, anyhow.

"Why not? Lemme see." If I'm going to help her with her issues like she wanted, I need to know more about them, don't I? That's always been the rule. "Where did you put the document?"

Saying nowt, she pulled her knees up to her chest and waited.

"Where is it?" I started pawing through her stuff, overturning tattered books and creased clothes.

Her eyes shut, she breathed in, out. "Not today."

"Not today, my ass! Do you want my help or don't you? I'll give you two fucking weeks to get your shit together and show me that, OK?"

"Yeah." Not a flicker of interest in me. Which I can't say keeps me wanting to feed any kind of communication. I don't think she was really arsing herself with the conversation, so I left it there.