I can't believe Brian right now. I can't belive his fuckin ass. I look ahead and I can still see him in the lanes. He turns right. I follow him. Guess what he told me at the joint. He's a cop. he's a motherfuckin' cop. I wanted to bitch-slap him right there. How could he do this. He's seen way too many things. IIlegal stuff that could get every one of us locked up. I follow him for about 20 more minutes and we arrive at a house. He parks at the driveway and I park right behind him. I got out of the car and slammed the door. brian's already outside waiting for me. The cold night air makes him shiver but I stand still staring into those sickening blue eyes.
" here's my house," he said quietly. I groaned and shook my head. Everything that I ever knew about this boy was fake. We walked into the house that looked liked it cost some money. He opened the door and stepped in.
" want something to drink," he asked me. I ignored him and found a couch to sit on. He disappered for a while ad I stared blankly at the white wall. The white wall that was decorated with black and white pictures of abstract things. He came back and sat next to me. We both sat in silence waiting for the other to speak.
" i'm sorry letty," he said softly. Sorry my ass.
" brian what the hell is this," I asked as I turned my head to him. He cleared his throat.
" I'm an undercover cop," he told me. No shit sherlock you already told me that I thought.
" I'm here to send Dom back to prison," he told me.
" what? Dom hasn't done anything. nothin. You got no proff," I said defendsively. brian shook his head.
" Dom is dagerous. he's responsible for about 4 truck jackings this past year," brian said.
" you're a fuckin liar," i said not believeing him.
" letty he's killed 5 people," he told me. dom could never do anything like that. Sure he had a temper but he wouldn't go as far as to killing innocent people.
" where's the proff that he did this," I asked silently. he sighed.
" we'v got DNA matches and testimony from witnesses. Letty he killed one man with his bare hands. Stay away from him," he told me. I stood up and paced around the couch.
" he hasn't done anything so you can't pin shit on him," I said. brian looked at me confused.
" why are you of all people on his side. He's the one always hitting you and treating you like shit," he said. I stopped and looked at him.
" Who told you that," I asked.
" mia," he said softly. So she talks about me behind my back too. I folded my arms.
" look brian or whatever your name is Dominic has never hit me,"
" don't defend him,"
" Does Mia know," I asked him. He shook his head. I sighed with frustration.
" So why did you tell me," I asked.
" I know there's another truck heist coming up. The problem is this time the truckers are armed. They've heard about Dom and have guns ready," Brian said. Shit I thought.
" You need to tell him to stop," Brian told me. I sighed. I hate this the way things end up all fucked up.
" So that's why you were always askin questions," I muttered softly. He nodded. I stood there for a couple of seconds then left.
" He's dangerous," Brian yelled at me. I didn't feel like talking to that traitor anymore. I went out into the night and got in my car. I wanna go home I thought to myself. But where's home?
" here's my house," he said quietly. I groaned and shook my head. Everything that I ever knew about this boy was fake. We walked into the house that looked liked it cost some money. He opened the door and stepped in.
" want something to drink," he asked me. I ignored him and found a couch to sit on. He disappered for a while ad I stared blankly at the white wall. The white wall that was decorated with black and white pictures of abstract things. He came back and sat next to me. We both sat in silence waiting for the other to speak.
" i'm sorry letty," he said softly. Sorry my ass.
" brian what the hell is this," I asked as I turned my head to him. He cleared his throat.
" I'm an undercover cop," he told me. No shit sherlock you already told me that I thought.
" I'm here to send Dom back to prison," he told me.
" what? Dom hasn't done anything. nothin. You got no proff," I said defendsively. brian shook his head.
" Dom is dagerous. he's responsible for about 4 truck jackings this past year," brian said.
" you're a fuckin liar," i said not believeing him.
" letty he's killed 5 people," he told me. dom could never do anything like that. Sure he had a temper but he wouldn't go as far as to killing innocent people.
" where's the proff that he did this," I asked silently. he sighed.
" we'v got DNA matches and testimony from witnesses. Letty he killed one man with his bare hands. Stay away from him," he told me. I stood up and paced around the couch.
" he hasn't done anything so you can't pin shit on him," I said. brian looked at me confused.
" why are you of all people on his side. He's the one always hitting you and treating you like shit," he said. I stopped and looked at him.
" Who told you that," I asked.
" mia," he said softly. So she talks about me behind my back too. I folded my arms.
" look brian or whatever your name is Dominic has never hit me,"
" don't defend him,"
" Does Mia know," I asked him. He shook his head. I sighed with frustration.
" So why did you tell me," I asked.
" I know there's another truck heist coming up. The problem is this time the truckers are armed. They've heard about Dom and have guns ready," Brian said. Shit I thought.
" You need to tell him to stop," Brian told me. I sighed. I hate this the way things end up all fucked up.
" So that's why you were always askin questions," I muttered softly. He nodded. I stood there for a couple of seconds then left.
" He's dangerous," Brian yelled at me. I didn't feel like talking to that traitor anymore. I went out into the night and got in my car. I wanna go home I thought to myself. But where's home?