A couple of hours later there she is a tray in hand with a steaming bowl of something, which quite frankly makes me nervous. Now don’t think that because I’m nervous, I’m scared. Maybe I am scared. Her. Plus a steaming bowl of something, could mean trouble. Now I have a couple of questions for her ass.

“So…you went through my wallet?” I feel my eyebrow raise and I know I’m scowling. She places the tray on the nightstand carefully. Is she ignoring me? Or processing the question still?

“Well…I had to, the doctor wanted to know your…”

“Shit! You know that’s personal stuff. I mean do you always fucking snoop around…” I go off, not exactly cause I’m pissed at her, but myself. I can’t believe that someone was going through my shit. I could give myself up like this. I should get up and go. I have to find this Kevin guy anyway.

I try to get up, but she places a hand firmly on my chest “Listen, I’m not snooping. I had to look for your damn name. Unless you wanted to be Joe Blow, so stop yelling and eat.” I cross my arms, I’m still angry. I’m not eating her food, she might have poisoned it or maybe she sucks at cooking. The reasons are endless.

I grab her wrist and give her my deadly glare, that most people take serious. This one on the other hand glares back at me as she yanks her wrist out of my grip. “Is that supposed to scare me?” she says taking hold of the tray and placing it on my lap.

Did I say I wasn’t eating her food? The smell of the chicken soup, hits me hard. I haven’t had a normal meal in forever. Maybe never. I feel her sit at the foot of the bed. I can‘t fight the urge anymore so I begin to fill my mouth with spoonfuls of soup. Damn she can cook.

She‘s busy staring out the window, but her mouth is still going a mile a minute "I hope you like it...I made you homemade chicken soup, from scratch. You look like you haven’t had a home cooked meal, in a while...so, I just thought maybe you would like it. But, if you don't I can make you something else…” she turns to look at me, I guess she hasn’t noticed that the bowl is empty. “I mean, it's no big deal. So just tell me if you don’t like it. I could go to the store, too. Do you like pizza? I could get you pizza instead."

Her eyes spring open as she notices that I have placed the tray back on the nightstand and the bowl is empty. “You never shut up do you? I mean your like a fucking Chihuahua…you never stop damn yapping.”

Oh shit! I did it again. “Are you insinuating that I bark? Your something else….I bring you food and I…I…try to be friendly, but your just plain mean.” she snatches the tray off the nightstand and walks out, slamming the door behind her.

Damn, she looks sexy mad. Alright, I didn’t just think that, cause she’s just a kid. I’ve never met anyone so annoying before, I’m seriously contemplating getting up and looking for the muzzle. Although her voice is…nice. That felt awkward, I’ve never known anything nice. Have I?

My thoughts are interrupted by the door swinging open, she gives me an evil look and places a rag, some gauze and another bowl, this time with warm water on the nightstand. “You want me to shut the fuck up…then you clean yourself up. Good night!” she storms right back out.

Whatever! I don’t need her. I can do this just…ah fuck!

I have to twist myself to reach the bowl and I’m stretching the wound and it’s starting to throb. Oh wonderful, I just knocked over the bowl, the water is running all over the nightstand. I reach out to grab the bowl, and use what is left, but it‘s in the far corner. I sit up straighter, although there is pain searing through my body I reach as far as I can, feeling the bowl with the tips of my fingers. Fuck, I begin to curse a storm as I feel the opening of my wound connect with the end of the table. Just when I jerk, my hand slips and I end up face first on the wooden floor.

Mrs. Yap will definitely be running up here any moment. I can feel the blood trickle down my side, or it could be just the pain, that makes it feel that way. Like when you hit your head on something and your feeling on it over and over, cause you can swear that it‘s bleeding. Not that it‘s happened to me before. Ok, a couple of times, but don‘t say anything. Hit men don‘t hurt themselves, we are never unskilled.

I hear the door swing open and a gasp, here we go. “Jack! Oh my god! What in the world are you doing?” I roll my eyes. God damn it this is the most humiliating moment in my life.

She places a hand on my good side and another on my shoulder as she helps me up. I stand a little clumsily, unwillingly taking her shoulder for balance. I don’t know many emotions, I’ve never been embarrassed or felt such a flush in my cheeks like I do now. I’m practically naked standing in front of this girl, whom I’m not even intending on getting laid by, the only time that I’m stripped down. I clear my throat and our eyes connect, I can tell she wants to laugh. If she does…I’m going to…I don’t know.

“Are you ok” she presses her lips to keep from smirking. “Your are the most stubborn person I have ever met, besides my dad. I told you not to move, but you just insist on doing everything on your own.” she huffs “Don’t look at me like that…”

Is she scolding me? Me? Yeah, she is. “Well…could you just keep your thoughts to yourself and help me to the bed.” she looks up at me and for an instant I find myself swimming in her blue liquid eyes. Stop it Jack! I clear my throat to break our gaze and she pulls me towards the bed.

“Look at that you have blood everywhere? You know what that means?”

Oh fuck no! No…there is no way that I’m going to let this kid…no. “Look I’m fine I’ll clean it up tomorrow. I’m just going to pass out right now. That’s the best thing for me to do, thanks for the help. I’ll take it from here.”

“I bet you will. Whatever. Try not to…”

I don’t want to say it, but if I don’t my head might explode and I need my head. “Listen, you think there is a muzzle around here?” I ask with a smirk.

She gives me a gloomy look. Uh…is she tearing up? Without another word she walks out of the room. I’m not sure why exactly, but I’m feeling bad about it. I want to call her back, but Jack D. never bends the rules. Not for a female. Especially not for some farm girl in the middle of nowhere. Fuck it, let her cry. That should keep her from annoying me anymore.

I have to stop letting her get to me. I need to ask where the hell I am, I know I'm on a fucking farm...just not which one. I can't let this Kevin guy get away, I've nevr failed before and I wont now that Don has put so much trust in me. It's weird I haven't thought of my mission lately, it's that girl, she yaps so much that she makes me forget things. Then again why would...I'm not getting into that now. She annoys the shit out of me, plain and simple.