I walked a little farther downtown making sure to keep my face down and my hands in the pockets of my sweatshirt where my pocket knife and pepper spray were comfortably seated. That and the self-defense classes that I took would be enough protection.
What am I doing here?
I was making sure that my father doesn't give the deed of MY house to that whore, Ashley.
I breathed a sigh of relief as I finally saw the club.
Wonderland. That was the name.
Now, who names a strip club wonderland. That name is so cheesy!!!
I walked into the club and spotted just the guy I was looking for seated at the counter, and from the way he kept glancing around he was looking for me as well.
I walked straight to him and took a seat beside him, making sure that my hood was covering a considerable section of my face.
You could never know with CCTV cameras.
He just kept drinking his beer like he hadn't noticed me. I began to turn to him but his sharp voice kept my head straight.
"Face front. Don't ever look at me."
"Okay."
"Order a drink."
I called the attention of the bartender and asked for a shot of tequila and lime. I threw it back and cringed a little at the burning sensation in my throat.
"Do you have the money?"
"Yes"
"Drop the money with the bartender and go."
"Where is my package?"
"It's in a bin to the rightjust outside the club. Now drop the money and go."
Did this guy think I was a fool?
"Okay, let me be very clear with you right now. I'm not dropping shit until I see and smell the package. Capisce?"
He wasn't too happy with that because he flaunted his own rule and turned to look at me. He was quick but I was quicker.
He pulled out a knife and tried to stab me or so I thought but I deflected it and bent his arm, stabbing him in his thigh. I applied pressure on both our arms, causing him to groan. He was beginning to sweat from the effort it was taking him not to scream.
"You WILL come with me. You WILL give me the drugs. I WILL smell it and then you can get your money. How does that sound?"
"Peachy."
"Good. Let's get a move on, shall we?"
I pulled out the knife and handed it to him. I looked around the club to be sure no one saw that, no one did. Except for this one guy in a black suit and a black hat covering about half of his face. He clapped lightly and then raised his glass at me.
I frowned as I followed the dealer out of the club.
Who the hell was that guy?
We got to the bin and after examining the goods, I paid him while tipping him a fifty percent extra for his 'patience and troubles'. I might be back at the club, the place was nice.
Who am I kidding?
I sure as hell won't.
How did I meet this dealer guy?
Let's just say I know who sells to the crack heads at my school, I told him I wanted a really large quantity and he showed me the way with a 'be careful' warning.
I climbed back up the tree and opened the window to my room. My bag went in first and I followed right behind.
I landed on the floor with a thud. I wasn't bothered about anyone waking up because my dad and Ashley used sleeping pills and Timmy wouldn't wake up even if he was in the eye of a hurricane.
I made sure I wore gloves to collect the package and as I remove the package from my bag, I had my gloves on too.
I hit the truth serum somewhere safe and went to work on the cocaine.
I crept to my dad's room, thankfully they don't lock their doors. They slept soundly like they didn't have a care in the world.
Well, they didn't... but they were about to.
I wore my face mask and went to their bedside table. Taking out the cocaine and tearing the nag open. I scooped out some and deposited it there, making straight-lined with them. I made about six long limes of coke, then I brought out the baby's straw that I had bought specially for the occasion. I rubbed cocaine about the straw and managed to get some through the straw giving the appearance that it has been recently used.
My next step was a brow brush, pinched a little of the substance and sprinkled down their noses, they sniffed and moved but remained asleep. Using the brow brush, I powdered their fingers with the substance. That proved to be quite difficult as they slept with their fingers intertwined. I carried out the same procedure on the other bedside tableand then took a step back to admire my handwork.
It was beautiful. I smirked at their sleeping forms.
Do you want my mother's house?
Come and get it!!!
Now, it was time for a little 'household rearrangement' and my 'make up'
After making sure I cleaned up anything that might trace back to me and hiding the rest of the cocaine in one of their drawers in the closet.
I went downstairs to the living room. I looked around and decided that I didn't want much drama here, most of the work would be done on yours truly. I flipped a chair over and fell on it creating a giant hole in hit giving the impression that I was pushed into it.
Now for the makeup. This was so going to hurt.
I walked to the coffee table and knelt in front of it. I took a very deep breath and before I could think twice about it, I began to hit the side of my head on the table hard and repeatedly until I could see a bright red stain on the table. I closed my eyes for a while to get my bearings, I was beginning to feel dizzy.
Just one more and we're done here.
I went into the mini-gym we have in the basement and went to the smallest punching bag and once again, I took a deep breath and punched it, letting it strike back.
One minute I was standing, the next I was thrown almosthalfway across the room. I stood on shaky legs and made my way back to my room. I sat on my bed for a few minutes and then dialed 911, I didn't even need to fake a panicky or abused voiced because well, I was.
"This is 911, what is your emergency?"
"Help me please. Help me before they kill me..."
"Okay miss, what's your name and where's your address?"
I gave them my name as well as my address and crawled under the bed for good measure.
God bless America, it didn't take long for the men in blue to show up at my door. They barged into the house screaming bloody murder. I heard Ashley and Henry run down the stairs alongside Tim.
"What's going on here?"
"We're looking for a lady you have in your custody, Miss Amanda Brown. Is she here?"
"Yes but... umm..."
Appears he sniffed the cocaine in for real and his brain is a bit fuzzy.
"Sir, Ma'am, you're both under arrest. You're advised to remain silent because anything you say might be used against you in a court of law."
"You can't arrest them!!!"
"Yes, we can."
"On what charges?"
I heard another officer's voice.
"Possession of hard drugs."
Just then my door was busted open and I saw a pair of black shoes. I deliberately stuck out a foot from beneath the bed so I could easily be found.
A face appeared in front of me and I screamed for all I was worth.
"Don't worry honey, it's okay. No one would hurt you now."
I crawled out from under the bed and I heard the officer's sharp intake of the officer's breath. He gently sat me on the bed and ran back down the stairs. I heard shouting and some struggling and then three officers including the man who just left my room came in and I was taken downstairs.
Lying on the floor with their hands cuffed behind their backs was Henry and Ashley. I smirked at them as they looked at me with confusion. Timmy stood off to the side watching everything, I guess he was the only one who hasn't caught up with what's happening- and that's good- because Ashley was looking at me with so much anger and hate while Henry just shook his head sadly.
Ashley couldn't bear it anymore andthat was exactly what I was patiently waiting for. She began cursing and swearing.
Her true self finally coming out.
"You little brat, you did this didn't you?!!!"
"You might want to remain silent Mrs. Brown."
"Fuck you!!!"
"That's it. Take them away."
I got pulled aside by a paramedic who began to clean up my wounds. He had just cut the last thread on his stitch when an officer walked up to me.
"Amanda, how old are you?"
"I'm seventeen."
He sighed and bit his lip for a few seconds.
"You know you'll have to be put in foster care, right?:
I began to panic, this was not the plan. I couldn't go into the system.
"I'll be 18 next week, I don't think there's any reason for me to go into the system besides, my plan has always been to move out the second I was legal."
He seemed to think about what I said for quite a bit and I found myself holding my breath in that few moments.
"If I agree to this, what are you going to do about Money? We know you don't have a job."
"That's because I have a trust and my inheritance comes to me next week. I just need enough food to stay alive for 5 days. The fridge is fully stocked to feed a small army for a month. You can see for yourself."
He did. He went through the contents of the fridge, the pantry, and the store. Je must have been impressed with what he saw because he let me stay.
"Take care of yourself kid."
"Aye Aye sir."
Relief and happiness flowed through me as I watched the policemen leave my house. My eyes met that of Henry's and I smiled.
Two down. One to go.