Past Unlocked
Chapter 9: Calling
your Bluff
A/N : Yeah, I know, update more often. I think I fell way too into the habit of updating once a month…sorry….
I would love to thank:
Unknown Dreams- I love the reviews! Glad you enjoyed the lemon and the restaurant part!
MyDracoMalfoy- I can't believe your school doesn't have Italian! I love the language and I'm glad you liked it. I'll throw some more Italian in this for you. The other day we learned curse words and it made my week. Lol. Thanks for the review!
Mildred's POV:
I forgot how much I hated Brooklyn. It figures, as soon as I crossed the bridge I would get lost. Oh how I wish there were more friendly looking people here. There's only a few people out walking the streets this early. No one looks particularly friendly. If I was to ask them for directions…oh, I don't want to think about that. They'd probably make fun of me or send me in the wrong direction. Or worse. I'm young, I'm cute, and I'm too young to die. Why am I here again? Oh yeah, to tell my Aunt Sheila about her rude son "Spot."
I wonder how he acquired that nickname. He must of helped out a dog of some sort. Or was that was his father called him. Maybe I should have mentioned that to him. I can't believe…There he is. And he's walking with that guy that he was with yesterday. The guy is rather attractive, nice short Italian-looking guy. They sure are walking close to each…oh. They're holding hands. Well I hold hands with my friends. Maybe they're really good pals or something. Yes…I'm sure…
HOLY MOTHER OF GOD! Friend's DON'T KISS EACH OTHER! OH MY GOD! This isn't just one of those quick little kisses. Oh God. Benji's….oh fuck…he's….he's…homosexual…Oh God. That's how he got the hickey on his neck… My cousin is queer. No. Holy shit. That is so against everything in society. He's going to hell. Oh God, they haven't stopped yet. That's it! I'm going to tell them to…oh they stopped. And the short Italian spotted me. Oh great. Heh…Benji lost a lot of color in his face. Good. He deserves it the little prick. He's so going to hell. Great…They're walking towards me.
"Seems like you're having a nice morning Benjamin."
"What the fuck are you doin' here." He spat that out and was so obviously trying cover up his fear.
"Oh I'm just taking a stroll. You know."
"You hate Brooklyn, you always have, an' its way to early in the mornin' to be 'takin' a stroll.' Now why the hell are youse here?"
"I could tell you. But that would be to easy sweet little cousin of mine."
"I'll ask one moah…"
"You will not be getting an answer Benji." I smirked at him.
"WHY THE FUCK ARE YOUSE HEAH MILLIE!"
"Spot, calm down." His boyfriend (?) put his hand on his shoulder.
"Not now Race!" He shrugged it off.
"So is this your little boyfriend?"
He gritted his teeth and threw one hell of a scowl at me, "Yes."
I smiled, "How nice."
"What are you doing heah?" Race asked.
"Actually I was off to go see his mother…"
"WHAT!" The fear in his eyes returned in full force.
"I didn't appreciate what you said to me or about her yesterday."
"Fuck you."
"I need to go tell her how rude you turned out to be and about you're little secret." I nudged in Race's direction.
"Oh no you fuckin'…" He looked at Race then back at me and smirked. "Ya know what? I'l come fuckin' wid ya because I don't fuckin' trust a woid ya said. I bet ya don't even know the wat deah. Ya prolly jist visitin' some friend of yours. So I'll call ya bluff Millie. Go find my deah sweet mudah. Lead the fuckin' way."
Spot's POV
There is no way in hell she's going to remember where I used to live. I highly doubt she can find here way there, she hates Brooklyn. She's bluffing. Watching her read street signs is making me wish Race didn't leave. I would have someone to laugh with. I still can't believe she fucking caught us kissing. I didn't think anyone would be awake enough to notice. Figures Millie was. She's such a morning person. It's sort of sick.
Back in the day, if I was sleeping over there for some reason, she'd wake me up at the crack of dawn and want to play. But when I wanted to wander around at night she would be too tired. Plus my Aunt Treasa and Uncle Bran would tell me that it was too late. I've always been a night person.
"Millie, you can stop at any time. Ya don't know wheah you're goin.'"
"I do so. Now shut it."
"Sure…considering you've passed the streets ya could've turned on…"
She frowned at me. She didn't turn around. Conlon blood makes you stubborn as hell. I just kept walking behind her. We finally made a turn in the right direction twelve minutes later. Then we made another turn in the right direction. I looked up at a clock outside a leather store. Even if she wasn't bluffing, there would be no way that my mother would actually be up. She used to wake up at twelve forty five and that was her earliest. It wasn't even close to that. And if Millie wanted to keep her job she wouldn't wait around until then. So I just kept following. We made another turn in the right direction. Then another. Then another onto my street. Oh fuck…she's outside…
A/N: Mwahaha, cliff hanger! Aren't I evil?
