my life is only mine. - Page 25

Johnny, I said, how are you??

he spoke quietly as if he was hiding somewhere. He said -

I'm fine for now. Listen, don't accidentally do something without me because you'll get into big trouble.

Johnny, where are you??'

It doesn't matter where I am, just please don't cause problems for me and yourself.

And the connection ended.

I was left in shock. My brother knew I was here. How, why, where???? A thousand questions and not a single answer. My brother told me to get out of here. I could understand that much. He was in danger. What danger was he in? I had to calm down and think carefully. How did he know I was here? Someone had to tell him or he saw me somewhere. But who informed him about my arrival here. That's what I had to find out. Second, why is he telling me to get out of the way and do nothing. It means that he is also in some danger.

. My hands were shaking. I wasn't sure what to do now. I picked up the phone and thought for a long time and then decided to call Dexter anyway.

Dexter answered the phone, but I sensed some kind of confusion in his voice. I looked at the clock and then I realized that I could have waited for it to disperse. So I sat all evening and night thinking about Johnny. now I was embarrassed too. Dexter asked me why I was calling him so early and I only managed to tell him that we had to see each other right away.

He was speechless and then he probably realized that I had to tell him something and that we had to see each other. He said:

Julija, see you in half an hour in front of your hotel. Let's go for coffee somewhere, okay??

- Good, see you. I managed to answer. I got out of bed and went to change and get ready to see Dexter.

I got off in front of the hotel and saw Dexter approaching in his car. At that moment, a young man approached me and accidentally hit me because he was reading something on the phone. He apologized and moved on. And like a good girl, I accepted that apology. Dexter parked next to me and I got into the car. It was hot, so I tried to take off my jacket. I managed to take off one sleeve and then somehow I don't even know how I caught something in the jacket that I didn't expect. It was a snake in my coat.

Some small snake that I knew was not poisonous. My eyes filled with tears because I understood the message. As a child, my brother always put snakes in my pocket, harmless of course. I was upset because at that moment I saw that I was in danger. the guy who put this on me didn't look like my brother. But again, what was happening was not clear to me.

I calmed down when Dexter, terrified, threw the snake outside. He grabbed my hand and tried to calm me down. He succeeded, but barely. I sighed deeply and closed my eyes to try to remember the face of the person who put the snake in my pocket. I KNOW HE WAS TALL, SKINNY AND HAD GLASSES AND LONG HAIR BECAUSE IT WAS PICKING UNDER HIS HAT

hair, hair, his hair, that was Johnny. It was clear to me now. He was the one who hooked me and inserted the snake. He, my brother. And then I followed myself out of fear. He didn't say a single word to me. It means that he is here on some assignment. He came to me. He knew that I would come here and he knew where I was staying. Someone was telling him everything, but I couldn't figure out who it was.

Dexter looked at me for a long time and I felt it. I realized that in my desperation and ignorance I had come too close to unknown terrain. I'm quite an independent person and I learned a lot from my brother, and now when he passed by me I didn't understand how I didn't recognize him. after all, I grew up with him. Is it possible for a person to change so much that with a cap and glasses he looks like someone else? I sighed deeply and told Dexter.-

- You know, my brother is a headstrong and very persistent man, and now I can say that he is also very interesting. I am proud of him and I love him very much, but for this snake I have to take revenge on him. He is the one who put the snake in my pocket. He passed me. It means that he knows that I am here and that I am looking for him. Dexter, please, let's see how we can help him, although I don't know what I can help him with. Will my presence give him a break now in what he has found himself in? Oh, my head hurts. What should I do now that I know he's here and won't get back to me?