I could have said I had no choice, but in reality I did, just not any good ones. On one hand I could said no, pissed off an already annoyed gang leader and then walked the distance home and probably get killed. Or on the other I could get in the car and go with the already annoyed gang leader and deal with what he throws at me. It was a lose-lose situation, and either way I knew what I could do, I knew what I could handle.
And as I got in the car, I began to think of how much of my past I wanted to keep hidden. It's not that I regret anything that I had to do, I mean I had survive. While the way I went about it was probably not the smartest, it was the easiest for me. And it did eventually lead me to where I am now, so all is good. I mean I am in college. But then again you got to think it also has me in a gang leader's car, traveling to an unknown destination.
"You fucking hear me?" Was followed by a hand slamming on the dashboard, knocking me out of my thoughts. I followed the tattooed arm up to the face of its owner. He was looking directly at me; with a none too pleased look upon his scar stricken face.
"What?" I sheepishly asked.
"You need to fuckin listen when someone if fucking talking to you, especially when it is me fuckin talkin. Got it?" He snapped, as his eyes went back to the road.
"Yea." The sarcastic tone left my mouth before I could change it. I was sent forward into the dashboard as he slammed on the brakes. "Dude, what the hell?" I questioned, snapping my eyes to Billy.
"Get out." Was all he said not even looking at me.
"What the fuck are you talking about? Where the hell are we?" I said extremely annoyed and scared. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"He is talking to us, Addie. This is one of our corners." Spink whispered into my ear.
"Oh." With that I opened the door and got out myself. Both Spink and Baggy gave me hugs as they exited the car and walked into the shadows. I heard the seat get pushed back as I watched their backs disappear. I was kind of not wanting to be alone with someone I didn't know, but I knew it was probably the only smart choice right now. So I got back in the car and closed the door, and looked out the front window. After about two minutes of not moving I finally looked over at Billy, his eyes were glued to me, it was like he was looking at me and trying to figure everything out all at once and something was keeping him confused.
"Just ask." I announced breaking the silence, resting my head on the head rest, staring at the ceiling of the car.
"Why aren't you scared? I mean I could do anything I want to you, and no one would stop me. Hell I could fucking kill you if I wanted to. And yet you sit there indifferent to the whole thing." I could hide the slight smirk that reached my lips.
"Cause I learned how to hide my true emotions at a young age. And would it do any good if showed you how freaked out you make?" I replied, tilting my head to look at him.
He just nodded his head and turned back to the road and we finally drove off. We drove to some remote place, parked the car and then got out, motioning me to do the same. I did and met him at the front of the car.
"You gonna murder me now?" I asked trying to laugh the nerves away. It wasn't really working.
"No, now I want answers." He said pushing me against the hood of the car as he stood directly in front of me. He kept his hand on my stomach from where he pushed me. I looked down at his hand then back at him.
"You can get your answers without touching me." I stated as I pushed his arm away from me. His eyebrows just rose as he took a step back from me. "Your sleeping with my roommate, so don't expect me to do the same. I'm not that kind of girl." I stated simply, placing my hands on the hood of the car and pushing myself up so that I was sitting on it, he just nodded his head and turned his back to me.
"I want to know why the fuck someone who doesn't do drugs is willing to be around them and hang out with drug dealers. In other words who the fuck are you and what the fuck are you doing around my gang?" He growled out turning back to face me as he began the second sentence.
"I'm someone who is helping out a friend. No I am not a nark or informant or anything. I promise I am no threat to you, and I don't plan on being on in the future." I simply replied back, I mean I knew I couldn't be mad at him he was protecting his family. It actually brought a familiar feeling as I remembered someone from my past asking the same questions to every new person in my life.
"How the fuck I know you ain't lying, so that I don't fucking shoot you fucking dead right now." He began as he pulled out his gun, making sure I got the threat.
"You don't. There is no way I can prove it to you other than to win your trust. But I don't plan on making myself a more prominanent fixture in your gang's life than I already am. All I want to do is finish college, and if the first four months of rooming with Mel without taking her on these drug runs were any indication, stopping by the underpass every other week is the only way I am going to achieve that with Mel as my roommate." I replied back.
Billy took a threatening step forward, lifting the gun to eye level. "If I find out you are fucking lying to me it will be the last fucking thing you do. Got it?"
"Yeah. Loud and clear." I replied eyes on the guns, if anything sent chills down my spines it was guns. I never really ever got use to them. It was the only part of the life that I tried to avoid. I mean the gun under my seat was never touched by me, and I only had it because I made a promise to someone when I decided I wanted to go to college in Boston.
After a minute or so of his threatening stare down, Billy slipped the gun back into his hiding spot between his pants and shirts. "Get in." And with that he took me back to Spink's where everyone already was.
