“I have lots of scars, all of the big ones are from James” she said sullenly “I bit his face while we were fighting and he got really pissed and did that to my cheek its his way of putting his mark on me”
“I really don’t get this he did all those scars and yet he just helped us catch a criminal? And he was joking around with you” Satu just looked bemused
“yeah he’s sorta, bi-polar sometimes he can be evil nasty murderous James and others he can be nice old James the one that was my friend” her face was heartbreaking she obviously liked him a lot but his nasty side must be pretty bad “he gets into his head some days that I'm out to hurt him that I deserve to die and so on but if I get hold of him first he thinks that I'm nice and I'm calling him up because that’s what friends do, he cant handle the reality that I don’t like him anymore”
“your using him” Satu was appalled with that
“no I like the nice James I hate the cruel James” she scowled “its not using I know that if I get to him before he gets to me he’ll be nice and help me but otherwise its just annoying, I don’t even get angry anymore its just life now he gets bored so comes over and attacks me” she paused “lets not talk about this anymore.” Satu nodded
“sure, if that’s what you want I suppose, it’s not my business anyway.” He sighed, “I'm going to bed.” She nodded and walked out of the door he knew she didn’t sleep he didn’t bother questioning her he would probably find out soon anyway he didn’t even know where she went at night she had at least 9 hours to kill at night he paused what a nasty thought, to kill, no she didn’t kill that’s just stupid. Satu fell into an uncomfortable sleep.