The key part two

Sighing deeply, I stare down at the flowers feeling kind of bad for making Varick leave. Turning, I stumble through the living room and over to the TV stand. Setting the vase on top of the long broken TV, I stare at it with my hands on my hips for God knows how long before a bang down the hall snaps my out of my thoughts. Shaking my head, I turn to gaze at my living room trying to remember the last time the carpet was cleaned. With clenched teeth, I start to clean. I don't know what led me to such strange behavior, but I cleaned for nearly twenty minutes before I heard something outside my window. Clasping a hand over my mouth, I stare out the window at the clear blue sky. I had forgotten about locking the window. I went through all the trouble to lock the front door and totally forgot about the damn window. It was right by that metal staircase. I could now here the hollow clanking noise of someone walking up the stairs. Dropping what I held, it fell to the ground shattering. I rush to try to get to the window. If it was Dante, I seriously doubt it would matter if I locked the window and hopefully it wasn't him. If it was Varick, I know he wouldn't brake the window, but he would come in if I didn't lock it. Crying out, I fall forward onto my bed and groan. I had tripped over something hard and probably broke a toe or two.1

"Damn it!" I scream pressing my face into the bed. The climbing stopped and my window slides open. Varick. It was quiet for a moment, I was wonder what he was doing, but wouldn't lift my head. The mattress sunk down as he stepped through the window onto the bed. 2

"Andria..." his voice was soft above me and I couldn't help it. I lift my head to look up at him. He wasn't looking directly at me, he was staring around me. Finally he lowered his eyes to look at me. He sits, closing the window behind him.3

"God, where is he?" He asks and I see his fists clenched at his side. I shrug and roll onto my back and then to a sit to examine the foot that caused me to trip. I was bleeding pretty bad, but it didn't hurt. I guess I've numbed up to the pain after so long. Closing the hand with the rag tied around it over the wound on my foot, I rub my forehead with my free hand. The headache was coming back. 4

"You need to see a doctor." He says. I look up quickly.5

"The hell I do!" I say sharply, turning to place my chin on my arm. I spot a mouse run quickly from under the dresser into the kitchen.6

"Don't make me force you." He says and I glance at him. I shrug. He should know better then to threaten to force me. It has no effect on me any ways. I'm was too weak to stop Dante when he forced me and would probably be too weak to stop Varick if he tried anything. I should've took those martial arts classes when my mother asked me to when I was seven. Varick pulls my head to face him under my chin. 7

"You're going to see a doctor. I know a private one and I'll pay for anything." He says and I frown slightly. I can't remember the last time someone offered to pay for something for me. It couldn't have been Dante who last did that, could it? It's hard to imagine. I let out a frustrated sigh.8

"Fine, whatever." I mutter and he grins. Getting up from my bed, he puts his hand out to help me up. Rolling my eyes, I pull myself up with the help of the wall. He frowns and lets his hand drop. I again felt a pang of guilt for not taking his hand. God, why would I feel guilty for that? To make up for that, I let him help me hobble across the living room and to the front door. I saw him glance at the vase and I felt a little smile creep onto my face. He took the dusty keys from the rack near the door and he locked my front door once we were out. It felt strange to be walking without Dante, an over coat, or shoes. Biting my lip, I walk a little closer to Varick, totally conscience of my appearance. We made it to his car in the parking lot without any mishap or questions from passing strangers. Once he started the car, I dug in my shirt pocket for the key. Turning it around in my hand, I wonder again where it came from. The sun glinted off the gold key and his golden hair. We drove in silence for many minutes before he glanced at me through the rear view window.9

"What is that?" He asks. I catch his gaze and he looks back at the road. 10

"It's a key, what does it look like?" I ask sarcastically, hiding it back into my shirt. He shrugs.  11