Curtis's Threat

Curtis turned around. He unzipped his jacket, pulling upward his right side lip and bending down his head to turn off his phone then, put it into his jacket. Freely moving himself to the table separate him and Edward.

Edward saw Curtis’s right lip tip was band aided. His eyes caught a bruised scar on Curtis’s cheek. He was sure it wasn’t an accident taking in Curtis’s shaving time, those all scars.

His mind was talking some suspicious things but he tried to hide it by putting a smile on his lips. He took a deep inhale.

He found the outfit Curtis wearing looked untidy and there was a stain seemingly appeared like a dried blood on Curtis’s white shirt.

He smelled something was going on with Curtis, and he didn’t like the bad scenarios which running inside his head.

Curtis approached him while he was dragging out a chair to sit.

“We need to talk!” Curtis stared at him.

Again, the haze covered the room.

Edward smiled and took a deep inhale.

“I don’t like anyone smoking inside the