Chronicles Of A Runs Girl - S01 E45

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Chronicles Of A Runs Girl - S01 E45

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 45

He held his phone under my face. I saw the picture of a girl from her waist up, naked. Her hair was in a mess and from her face it was obvious she didn’t want her picture taken.

“The police have arrested her,” he said. Then he looked up and retracted to his table taking his phone with him.

I looked where he had looked and I saw John junior walking towards us.

“Sorry ‘bout that,” said John junior. “Do you smoke?”

“No.”

“Have you ordered?”

“No.”

“Were you waiting for me? You shouldn’t have.”

“No. Yes.”

He smiled and buried his face in the menu. I wondered if he could tell how hard my heart was beating. Had he seen the London boy talking to me?

“Where are the toilets?” he asked.

“Upstairs.”

“I’m sorry but you’ll have to excuse me again.”

He got up to go. “Please, go ahead and order something. And get me some dodo and some goat meat for me. See you in a bit.”

It was a trap! He had seen me talking to the London boy and now he thought I planned with him to kidnap his father! He was going to return immediately to see if he would catch us talking again. No! He was going to call his Lebanese friends, or the police. He was going to tell them to come and arrest me. Why couldn’t I just leave it?

I still hadn’t ordered when he returned. He sat next to me as calmly as before and simply waved for a waiter.

The London boy was counting out money for a waiter standing next to his table. He got up and his girls got up as well. They were leaving, thank God. He ushered the girls towards the door and gave one of them his keys then he stopped at our table.

“Hi, I’m sorry I was disturbing your friend,” he said to Johnny. “I thought I knew her but she turned out to be someone else. My apologies to her and to you.”

“It’s not a problem,” John junior said with a smile. “If I saw her alone at a table, I’d also be tempted to recognize her,” he added.

I sat mortified. He should just go jor! He hadn’t seen the other side of my face till then. He was waving in front of my face to catch my attention when he saw the swollen lips and the swollen eye lid. He gasped.

“What they f--k happened to you? Who did this?”

“It’s nothing,” Johnny said.

“Nothing? Look at her face. Did you do this?”

I had to stop it. “No. It wasn’t him. Just go!”

“I should go?”

He stood to his full height and puffed out his chest. He wasn’t going.

“Go!”

“You can’t let these people be treating you like this,” he said, and he didn’t bother to keep his voice low. In fact, it seemed intentional.

“You’re making a mistake, bro,” John junior said.

“I am not your brother! What did she do to deserve this? You think you can just come to our country and be beating up our girls anyhow?”

By now we had attracted more than careful glances. We had become the entertainment and no one was ashamed to be listening and watching. John junior was amazingly calm.

“Ok, you are not my brother. But listen to me, I did not do this to her. And it is not any of your business.”

The London boy ignored him and spoke to me. “Baby, look at me. Baby, why are you letting him treat you like this?”

My head was buried in my palms.

The manager, or someone with the authority of the manager, had arrived on the scene and was asking the London boy to calm down. He wasn’t listening, and when the lady placed her hand on his he flung so hard that he caught her in the face. At this, John junior got up and squared up to him.

“Look, bro. I didn’t hit her. She told you, I told you, now I think it’s time you left.”

A few waiters had gathered beside their madam, and even though the London boy dwarfed them all by a few feet, they looked like they were ready to go all area-boy on him. A few male customers also joined in. The London boy was standing alone.

“I am not going anywhere until he tells me how she got those bruises!”

The men hesitated, perhaps they also wanted to know, out of sheer amebo, or he had planted suspicion towards John junior in their hearts as well.

“Darling,” said a female guest, “What happened to you?”

I don’t know why I started crying. John junior was quickly by my side cradling me in his arms. He brought out his handkerchief and gave it to me. I curled into his embrace and wailed away.

“It’s the f-----g police!” He shouted. It was the first time I’d heard him raise his voice.

“Now, leave us the f--k alone!”

The crowd slowly, reluctantly dispersed, but not the London boy. “What happened?” he asked.

“I told you, it’s none of your business.”

“My brother is the commissioner of police. I can help.”