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I don’t deserve this.
I didn’t do anything wrong.
But the scream always catches in my throat.
Fuck!
I need to go to my friend’s house.
How am I supposed to get myself through that door and out the front?
It’s a small house but not that small when criminals are out there, all of a sudden it becomes a maze I need to solve.
Building my courage slowly, I pace toward the door.
BOOM-BOOM!
A gunshot echoes.
I stop in my tracks. My breath hitches in my throat. My heart is galloping. I eavesdrop, hoping to hear what is happening on the other side.
“W-what money, Cam?” drunk out of ass she slurs.
She was never a mother.
“Tessa, do you want a bullet between your eyes?” he says it comically but means every fucking word. “Cause here I am, aiming my gun straight… bullseye.”
“I need to lie down, you’re giving me a headache.” Apathetic as usual.
Yeah sure. He is the one responsible for her growing hangover and not the bottles she knocks down before she inserts a needle into her vein again.
“Break that fucking door!” Cam yells again, ordering one of his men, “If she’s hiding something find it.”
No, no, no, no.
The dread fills my eyes as the hinges split and the door collapses to the floor.
Cam hops on it, in a conceited gait he walks a few inches and jumps off like I’m supposed to be impressed by this pointless display.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” he laughs maniacally like a character from a really bad nineties movie while he fixes his biker’s jacket.
Cam’s height is identical to mine, but his cruel eyes are different. They’ve seen things that must’ve left scars.
“Tessa, your boy is all grown up,” he snickers, pretending to be surprised which is getting on my nerves. “Maybe he knows where you keep my money,” he looks straight at me, narrowing his dull eyes.
“Let me go. I don’t know anything. She’s a piece of crap.” I shoot at him with no shred of emotion, yet I don’t attempt thrashing against them because my battle is lost in advance. Maybe if I play nice I get to walk out of here alive.
“Is that so,” he inches closer, “That’s no way to talk to your mother.” He studies me, “But then again, she is a worthless bitch.”
Neglectful.
He moves his hand to rest on the tucked glock in his belt. “You seem like a level-headed kid, where does she hide the cash?” He shoves his face into mine. “Don’t make it hard on me, kid.”
“She doesn’t have cash. Look at her, she’s a wreck.”
“Not my problem.” The cigarette stench on his breath distracts me for a second but I focus on the flask that slants from his jeans front pocket.
He’s not drunk though.
