King Dave Page #7

Oh sorry.

- Cheers anyway.

Wouldn't it be weird,

if something happened between us.

Well. Yeah. I don't know.

No but you know,

it would be like a square.

'Cuz us two, here.

Maybe.

I've slept with Marc.

Often.

Marc became, by Nathalie, one of your friends.

You're Natalie's ex-boyfriend.

And Natalie left you for Marc.

It would almost make like a perfect square!

I once heard that after a big hit, like a massive hit,

you could lose all your hair.

I think no hair will ever grow on my body again!

How to explain what I saw in my bathroom mirror?

How to say that the guy in the reflection is empty?

And who to say it to anyways?

I thought I had a real friend.

Nah, Dave, you can cry in front of me.

I really f***in' get you, Dave, you have no idea.

You're gonna forget about her.

And you're gonna pick up another hotty in no time!

Everyone must've known,

but I wasn't even worth telling.

Myself face to face with myself,

a guy who might never find confidence again.

I can just imagine the first time it happened.

She's cryin', she's hurt.

She goes to the a**hole's to cry, talk to somebody.

She goes to cry on his shoulder.

He brushes the hair off her face.

Tonight he listens.

She needs something,

but she doesn't know what exactly.

He ain't crazy, he knows what she needs.

He takes advantage, he kisses her.

That easy, man!

Come on, spread 'em!

Or else they've been sleeping together for a long time,

but I'd rather not think about that.

I'd lose my mind thinking about it

for more than two seconds.

The guy's broken, man.

You know, Dave,

trust is something you give.

If you love me, you'll trust me.

Do I give you reason to be jealous?

I guess you'll have

to make a gift of your trust.

True, Nat! I have no reason to be jealous now.

We're not together anymore!

But I have reasons to be f***in' pissed off!

F***in' slutty b*tch!

In the end, I don't sleep with Isabelle.

I f*** her.

MC Dave. MC Unleashed.

Like a f***in' animal!

Like when couples have fights, after you wanna f***,

to f*** so bad just get past it.

To get back at Nat.

I can't stop thinking that if she finds out,

it's really gonna piss her off, f***in' biatch.

Hoping she'll cry out all the tears

of her shitty little body.

I have to concentrate or I'm gonna go limp.

Her ass is tight as I thought.

She's f***in' into it.

MC Horny.

I can't stop thinking that Marc...

Marc might be all up in Natalie right now.

She might even be doin' sh*t with him

that she never did with me.

Maybe she's saying

he's the best f*** of her life, f***!

I do all the hard sh*t that turns me on.

Of course she's been banging him.

MC Kinky.

Is it like better with him?!

Sweat all over, my legs are shaking. Haaa!

The minute I come, I get up and get dressed.

She asks me what I'm doing.

I'm leaving.

Not because of you. I...

I got stuff to settle with Marc.

Sorry.

Sorry.

I wanted to talk to her.

Talk to Nat, but...

I'm too scared to call her place

and be told she's at Marc's.

Or to call her on her cell and have Marc answer.

Jesus Christ! She's getting off with another guy!

She's gonna f*** everyone of my friends to piss me off!

I have to hear it from him.

Or else I'm gonna f***in' explode!

I call him.

Marc, it's Morin.

Call me back, I think you got something to say to me.

But I know he won't call back.

He's too much of a p*ssy, not a man yet.

Just the goatee to make believe.

I'm so going to hit his ass, man.

Beat him. Hit him.

Like a f***in' dog.

Until he gets it through his f***in' head

he can't do that, he had no right!

Then, like a flash of light, out of nowhere,

a freaky idea pops into my head and scares me.

Three f***in' hours later,

I call Marc for the fourth time.

Marc, forget it.

But if I were you, man,

I would steer clear of the guy who cried in your arms,

because of the girl you were f***ing,

before and after we were done.

The guy who wept on your shoulder,

same place she'd put her face right after.

I'm telling you, man.

Don't call me back.

Hide, man. Hide while you still can,

'cuz I'm gone, man!

Gone. Yeah. But where?

Never been there before.

Feel like calling Nathalie,

telling her I love her even more.

Or that I wanna kill her.

Anything. Just talk to her, f***!

The guy in front of me is weak, vulnerable.

The guy in front of the mirror is keeping it together,

even if he's afraid of what he might do.

Afraid of goin' off the deep end.

David starts crying while Dave seeks revenge.

And this crazy f***in' idea pops in my head.

I'm trying to throw it as far as I can,

but it sticks.

My voice in my head.

Just f***in' do it, Dave!

I grab my box with my phone numbers.

Old numbers on crunched up and folded pieces of paper.

F***, man. Shakin' like an old man.

I find the number.

Pick up.

Hello? Bob?

It's Dave.

David Morin, the guy that...

Yeah.

Yeah. That's me.

Chillin'. You?

Yeah, well...

Sorry to cut you off Bob, but...

You know, the guy you told me about

when you got into some sh*t...

Yeah.

Yep. Him.

Well, you think he would sell me one?

Bob told me this guy was no small time bad boy.

That he was crested, a real biker.

Not to f*** around, 'cuz this guy would make me regret

I was born in like two seconds.

He told me the house was in a new development in Laval,

between a forest and a highway.

It's like f***in' rich, man.

The place is supposed to be

the biggest house on the block.

I get to the house at the end of the street.

Never seen a house that big.

OK...

No more being f***ed with.

Hi, it's me, Dave.

Followed?

No.

Humongous living room.

My left eye won't stop twitching.

What? Yeah I got the money.

Yeah-yeah cash.

OK, man, it's OK, man.

I won't move.

There's a table in the lobby with a wooden case on it.

I gotta close my hands 'cuz I'm shakin' too much.

What kind'?

No, I don't really know this stuff.

Wiped out on my skateboard.

This guy's eyes are red.

He must be on blow or speed, I'm freakin' out a bit.

No, no, I don't need more bullets.

It's OK.

Yeah... Sorry. It's just that...

That's heavy!

Is this the safety?

That'? OK.

Do you have to press hard...'?

Oh sorry, man, f***.

Alright...

It was only the doorbell.

But I ain't used to havin' a gun in my hand

and I'm way too f***in' nervous.

My finger's gonna tighten around the trigger.

There's gonna be a nice hole in the beige couch

that looks really expensive.

Last thing I need, but it's going to happen anyway.

Ah f***!

Here. I won't touch it again!

Won't touch it. Sorry.

Scared me. It's f***in' sensitive.

F***in' idiot...

He goes to the door.

A chick walks in. His girlfriend maybe.

A kiss on the lips, a hand on her tit.

His girlfriend.

Looks just as f***ed.

What's goin' on?

Well, big boy here came to buy.

I think he's nervous.

This f***in' idiot shot the couch when you rang.

She ain't impressed one bit and laughs.

Biatch!

Goes to the little wooden case.

He bends down, checks out the leather.

Hey man, sorry but...

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