Chapter 26: Not understanding

The smell of jasmine fills my nose, and I can’t help but wrinkle it. I know its Frankie's perfume. Its not the last thing I remember smelling and for some reason I wanted to fill my nose with it again. The next thing that my body registers is that I am laying on something a bit less harsh than Frankies sofa. I take stock in my body. I feel like I have been hit by a truck. I try to remember how I got here. I know I am home, but the last thing I remember was…

It hits me all at once the addict, Tony my driver, no not just a driver the way he moved seemed to be well trained. But he said he has been with the company for ten years, so how did he? I don’t remember much after the beginning. I don’t remember because something happened. I was there on the street then I wasn’t. No, I was back in that house with Billy… but then how did I? How did I get here? I search my mind, then I comes to me the soothing voice, the warmth of his body heat, his rich black currant and cedarwood. Jaxson. But why