Second Chapter. Thanks for the people who put this story on their alert. Hope you enjoy.
Heather made her way to Enrique's car. She was furious. She couldn't believe what was happening. She wanted to slap that man in the face, but above all she wanted to hit Enrique, because of his goddamn stupidity. Missing heroine? And they were looking at her? She wasn't stupid. There was no way she would even dare to steal drugs from someone.
She was finally near the car and pulled on the door handle, but it didn't open. "Open up," Heather called. Enrique slowly walked towards the car and looked down at the redhead. "How long do I gotta wait? Till the fucking world ends?" she sneered.
"No. But you gotta calm down," he said. Heather was about to snap.
"Calm down?!" she yelled. "Listen to me you asshat. Heroine is missing. Money is missing. And you didn't tell me you can't find it, lost it, or let someone steal it? How the fuck did that even happen? And you're looking at me?"
"Listen babe, you were the only one who knew where I kept that stuff. And we're not gonna discuss that shit here."
"Then open up the goddamn car," Heather snapped. He held his hands up and opened the car. Heather immediately slipped onto the passenger seat and buckled up. She wanted to leave. "There's no way we can get 10k together within 24 hours. Only if we rob someone and I ain't gonna do that shit. This is your responsibility."
"You need to listen me," he snapped as he put the keys into the contact. "I give you a place to stay, a roof above your head. You might wanna start showing me a little bit of gratitude. Now shut up. We're going home and we're gonna make a plan."
Heather nodded and remained silent along the way. She held nervously onto the handle of the door. Enrique was driving fast and rigid. It made her heartbeat speed up. She felt a little sick, but she kept it in. She didn't want him to comment on that right now.
Once they pulled up at his house. She immediately got out, grabbed her set of keys and opened the door. She had no idea what they would have to do to get the money, or what do if they didn't. She felt a migraine coming up. Bad fucking timing. She needed to get shit done. Not lay down. She walked towards the bedroom and opened her suitcase that laid on the floor of the closet next to the safe.
She wanted to enter the code of the lock on her suitcase, but noticed it was already open. Was she really that stupid not to lock it? She looked underneath a pile of socks. It wasn't there. Heather sighed. She probably put it somewhere else in her suitcase.
She rummaged further through her suitcase and eventually looked in the closet, bathroom and even the kitchen. "Shit," she whispered to herself. This couldn't be true. She walked into the living room where Enrique was writing some shit down. "Do you know where my weed is?" Heather asked him calmly.
"You might wanna sit down," Enrique told her. Heather shook her head. "Alright. I sold it. I had to get some money together so I could at least give something to Alvarez. You understand that right?"
She took a deep breath. She was furious. "I need that weed. Right now I'm about to have a goddamn migraine and you just sold the one thing that actually works for me. It's a medicine for me! Not some fucking drug to enjoy! I got that medical card for a reason."
"You're lying to yourself. You could do just as well with normal medication."
"You don't know how I was like with normal medication. I couldn't get up out of bed. I couldn't even fucking read."
"But that's years ago right?"
"Yeah, and that's why I only smoke when I feel a migraine coming up, or that I feel like that my body needs it. And not every day like I used to."
"Whatever Heather," Enrique sighed. "I got other things I need to worry about. You might not get it, but the Mayans can't afford anymore setbacks. Their shit with the Sons is getting worse. They need the money for war."
"The Sons?" Heather asked.
"Yeah, the Sons of Anarchy. Rivaling MC. They're in Charming, most of the time. Sometimes their ego is getting a little too big and overstep their boundaries. Pendejos. Alvarez can't have that. It's his turf. They need to stay the fuck away. Not that you'll understand." Enrique said.
"What do you think will happen if you don't show up with the money tomorrow?"
"I'll probably need to do tougher jobs. Do more smuggling maybe," Heather heard the lie in his voice. He would die. So where would that leave her? "But you gotta trust me babe, I'll get the money together."
"Of course you will," Heather said softly, placing a kiss on his cheek. "I gotta lie down for a bit. I'm feeling dizzy." She walked into the bathroom and grabbed a painkiller. It was better than nothing. She just hated that it made her feel so incredibly drowsy at times. It was only ten pm and she already felt like she should be asleep for two hours already.
She took in the painkiller and walked into the bedroom and laid down. She had to make a plan of her own. Tomorrow morning she just had to do what she had to do. Right now she couldn't do anything, except for sleeping.
"Hey babe," Enrique said. Heather blinked and slowly sat up. "Come on, drink this it will make you sleep better." Heather sighed and took the glass from his hands and took a couple of sips. "Makes sure you won't wake up in the middle of the night."
"Oh."
"I'm sorry I sold your weed, but you understand why I did it right?"
"Yeah I do," Heather said softly.
"Alright, sleep tight," he said as he slipped under the covers as well.
"Night," she whispered and closed her eyes. Maybe she had been overreacting. Maybe he did care about her.
Heather woke up and blinked a couple of time. It was still dark, but a small ray of sunlight was carefully filtering through the curtains. She was up early even for her. She slowly sat up. Her head still felt heavy, but right now she was only dealing with a small headache instead of a migraine. She looked around and suddenly it hit her that Enrique wasn't in bed.
She quickly slipped out of her bed and looked through the house. "Enrique?" Heather called. No answer. Suddenly she heard an engine and she ran outside and saw that Enrique took off with his car. "Fuck!" she yelled. She grabbed her phone and tried to call him. But instead of hearing Enrique's voice on the other end she heard the phone buzz on his nightstand.
The fucker had bailed on her. Heather slid down onto the floor trying to calm herself down. She felt herself starting to hyperventilate. The walls seemed to be closing in. "Come one Heather," she told herself. "Come on. You have been through worse. You can do this." She repeated that to herself a couple of times and eventually she stood up. She looked through the closet. The safe was gone. The one under the bed was gone as well.
Why didn't she notice a thing? Then she remembered Enrique insisting on drinking a glass of water with something in it, told her it would make her sleep better. Well it certainly did that.
Heather walked into the shower and let the hot spray of water wash over her. She needed to think. She had to play it carefully. Or she just needed to run. Running seemed like the best idea. She was good at running and disappearing. Her family had wondered where the hell she was for more than a year and she wondered if they even knew where she was right now.
Running it was. She could do that again. She didn't own a car. If she could get somewhere walking she would walk. And otherwise she would ask someone to bring her somewhere and there was always public transport. She just had to take a bus to somewhere. She just needed to pack some necessities. Just enough to survive a couple of days. Not too much so nobody would think she would be leaving for good in case someone would be watching her. A light backpack it was.
And where to? She had to think of something. She could try to hide in San Francisco, but there was no way she was able to pay for a house there, or a room for that matter. Not without asking for help. It was too expensive and a little too close. She had to create some distance. Where wouldn't the Mayans go?
Heather immediately started thinking. Alaska. But going to Alaska didn't seem like her best option. She had to stay close first and then maybe try to move further away. She had to act quickly.
The Mayans can't afford more setbacks. Their shit with the Sons is getting worse.
The Sons?
Yeah, The Sons of Anarchy. Rivaling MC.
Heather smirked. It wasn't the perfect solution, but it was something. "The enemy of my enemy is supposed to be your friend right?" she asked herself out loud. Even she could hear her own doubt. But it seemed like her best option so far. "Well Charming here I come."
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