1 Part 4: Ooh, You Make my High Come Down
Kristine walked out of Theresa's house; her hair pulled up in a French roll. She wore a black halter slipdress with black ankle strap 4inch heels. She walked to her car and looked around. She found her younger sister in the bushes.
"Brianna? What are you doing here?"
"Do I need a reason?" Her voice slurred.
Kristine walked up to her. "You're drunk?"
"So what if I am? It's my choice."
"You're sixteen. Does Mom know you're out here?"
"Hell no. And she doesn't need to know."
"You know what, I would leave you here to learn your lesson but I think you're too drunk to learn shit." Kristine grabbed Brianna by the arm and moved her into the light. "And you're high."
"God, you're such a joy kill."
"Joy kill? You find joy in drugs? If that's the case, you must find joy in dying. Come on, I'm taking you home."
Brianna pulled away. "I am not going with you. I have my own car."
"You are so not driving. Get your little ass in this car right now before I drag you in it myself."
"Oh, big sister's going to hurt me. Ooh, I'm so scarred."
Kristine opened the car door and threw her in. "I wish I could see the look on Mom's face when she finds you."
Kristine locked the door and got in on the driver's side. She started the car and pulled off.
"What were you doing over here anyway?"
"Looking for a friend Bitch, what's it to you?"
"You know what, say something else and see if I don't tape your mouth the duct in my bag."
"You wouldn't."
"I've done it before and I will do it again."
Brianna sat back and stared at the ceiling of the car as Kristine drove her home.
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"She's always late." Theresa was downing her third Corona.
Sandy and Sherrie shared a bottle of whisky. Which left Britany as the designated driver.
"Well, it takes her a lot of time to look like something other than weird." Britany said.
Marcus walked in and turned around when he say them. Sandy saw him before he could walk away.
"Mark. Come and sit with us."
Marcus turned to a dark table in the back and then back towards them. "Sure, I, uh guess."
He walked to them, glancing over his shoulder. "So, ladies, how are you tonight?"
"We are okay." Britany answered him.
"I am, uh, meeting someone here tonight." Marcus started to walk away but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder.
"So cousin, you're buttering up to the competition." Dom's sturdy voice laughed.
"Wait, he's… you're Dom's cousin?" Theresa asked.
"Yeah." Marcus answered. "But trust me, I'm not a spy or anything."
"Mm, hmm." Sherrie whispered loudly. "Are you alone?"
"Oh, you must mean you're lover Xander." Dom grinned.
"Ha ha, very funny."
Marcus looked around the room. The black walls brightened by the pictures of the different people who started out at the club. The dance floor was packed. He only wished that Kristine was where so he could got her out there. And in his room if played his cards right.
"V? Marcus?" Dom grabbed his shoulder. "You wanna stay here or go sit at our table." He turned to Theresa and smiled. "I don't care which."
"Here. Less walking."
They sat down, pulling up close to the table.
"So Cousin, why haven't you been around today?"
"I was at work." He glanced towards Theresa and then back to dom. "then I had class. And I got a number."
"Whoa." Jesse walked in behind them, Mia, Leon and Xander right behind him. "Dining with the enemy."
"It would seem that my family is working for them." Dom popped Marcus in the head.
"You know, I thought you have grown out of that by now." Marcus said. He stood up and hugged Mia. "Mamma Mia, it's good to see you. You look well."
"Yeah. But as you can see, I'm still training." She gestured to Dom.
"That's a lost cause." He pulled a chair out and sat down beside her.
Britany began to talk to Jesse when her phone went off.
"Hello?"
"Koket. It's me."
"Oh, hey Kristine." Britany answered. Marcus looked up and at her.
"Um, I might be late. It seems my mom is staying at a friend's so I have to drop my sister off at my grandmothers. So just start without me."
"What? Hey are you taking her to your grandmother's house? The girl has a car."
"Yeah and about 2 joints and bottle of tequila in her system."
"What?"
"Yeah. She's fucking wasted. She just fell a sleep." Kristine paused. When she came back on, she sounded worried. "Hey, I'm a block from the club. I need someone's car."
Britany looked up and at everyone seated around her. "Kris needs someone's car."
"Why can't see drive her own?" Sherrie asked, eyeing Xander.
"Good point." She went back to the phone. "Hey, aren't you in your own car."
"Stop asking questions. I need something that can get me to the hospital. She needs her stomach pumped." Another pause. "You know what? Forget it. I'll take there myself." A dial tone soon came over the receiver.
"She hung up on me."
Marcus opened his mouth to say something but changed his mind. "Wait. What's her full name?"
"Kristine Wright." Sandy said, handing Leon a clean shot glass and a smile.
"That's the girl." He exclaimed.
"What?" Dom asked.
"She's the one I got the number from."
"Great. Sleeping with the enemy." Leon said, pouring himself a shot of vodka.
"God whiling." Marcus whispered to himself.
Theresa turned to Britany. "So, why did she call?"
"It seems Brianna is drunk and high. And is so wasted that now Kris is breaking speed limits to get her to the hospital."
"Damn." Theresa looked at Leon. "You don't think?"
"I do." Leon put down his untouched shot and got up, Theresa right behind him.
They both raced to their cars and pulled off, leaving everyone else staring at the smoke from their tires.
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"Just please don't puke in my car. I just detailed it." Kristine mumbled more to herself than to her unconscious sister.
Every stoplight, she would check the sixteen-year-olds breathing and heart rate. Her own heart rate was increasing, as was the weight she applied to the gas petal.
96mph. I could go faster. But I don't want to crash.
The sound of a police siren blared behind her. Damn, damn. She pulled over, checking on her sister again. She kept her hands on the steering wheel.
The officer walked over the window. "You were doing 97 in a 35 zone."
"I know officer. But it's an emergency."
"I should take you in for reckless driving."
"I know officer but my sister is in her and she's knocked out. She won't wake up and she has some other things in her system."
"Like?"
"Like about a few things of weed and some alcohol."
"Can I see your license and registration please?"
She reached into the glove department and pulled out her papers. Then into her purse for her wallet.
"Officer please. I need someone to…"
"Mama, would you please, it's a long night."
She handed the items to the cop, checking on Brianna. The officer walked back to his car. When he came back, he had a ticket in his hand and handed it along with her other things to her. "Sign there please?"
She signed and handed it back to him. He tore it off and Kristine her copy. "Have a nice evening." When he was far enough he added, "Damn teenagers. Sister my ass. More like 'partner' to me."
"Yeah, whatever." She rolled up her window and stared her car. "Fat fuck. Thought he would get some tonight." She balled up the ticket and throwing it in the glove department. "I'll have your badge for this one." She pulled off after the cop turned the corner, going just as fast as before.
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Theresa pulled up to house to find it dark. She also found her sister's backpack on the porch in its usual place. Cautiously, she opened the door, her knife on her side.
Everything was as she left it. She went upstairs to find a different story.
Her sister's room was a mess. Things that were on the table were now on the floor. There was a puddle of vomit on the white carpet. A note held in place by a pushpin was on Kimberly's bulletin board.
So now she is learning responsibility. Too bad it's when I find out she's a drunk.
She ripped it off the board and read it.
So you're the bitch going after Dom. And I'm the one with your little sister. You need to meet me at in downtown Long Beach by the old navel shipyard if you want to find her. Come ready to get your ass kicked.
She balled up the note and went straight to her car, almost forgetting to lock up her house.
If it's a fight Letty, wants, then it's a fight Letty's going to get. Theresa pulled off, her knife still at her side.
Kristine walked out of Theresa's house; her hair pulled up in a French roll. She wore a black halter slipdress with black ankle strap 4inch heels. She walked to her car and looked around. She found her younger sister in the bushes.
"Brianna? What are you doing here?"
"Do I need a reason?" Her voice slurred.
Kristine walked up to her. "You're drunk?"
"So what if I am? It's my choice."
"You're sixteen. Does Mom know you're out here?"
"Hell no. And she doesn't need to know."
"You know what, I would leave you here to learn your lesson but I think you're too drunk to learn shit." Kristine grabbed Brianna by the arm and moved her into the light. "And you're high."
"God, you're such a joy kill."
"Joy kill? You find joy in drugs? If that's the case, you must find joy in dying. Come on, I'm taking you home."
Brianna pulled away. "I am not going with you. I have my own car."
"You are so not driving. Get your little ass in this car right now before I drag you in it myself."
"Oh, big sister's going to hurt me. Ooh, I'm so scarred."
Kristine opened the car door and threw her in. "I wish I could see the look on Mom's face when she finds you."
Kristine locked the door and got in on the driver's side. She started the car and pulled off.
"What were you doing over here anyway?"
"Looking for a friend Bitch, what's it to you?"
"You know what, say something else and see if I don't tape your mouth the duct in my bag."
"You wouldn't."
"I've done it before and I will do it again."
Brianna sat back and stared at the ceiling of the car as Kristine drove her home.
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"She's always late." Theresa was downing her third Corona.
Sandy and Sherrie shared a bottle of whisky. Which left Britany as the designated driver.
"Well, it takes her a lot of time to look like something other than weird." Britany said.
Marcus walked in and turned around when he say them. Sandy saw him before he could walk away.
"Mark. Come and sit with us."
Marcus turned to a dark table in the back and then back towards them. "Sure, I, uh guess."
He walked to them, glancing over his shoulder. "So, ladies, how are you tonight?"
"We are okay." Britany answered him.
"I am, uh, meeting someone here tonight." Marcus started to walk away but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder.
"So cousin, you're buttering up to the competition." Dom's sturdy voice laughed.
"Wait, he's… you're Dom's cousin?" Theresa asked.
"Yeah." Marcus answered. "But trust me, I'm not a spy or anything."
"Mm, hmm." Sherrie whispered loudly. "Are you alone?"
"Oh, you must mean you're lover Xander." Dom grinned.
"Ha ha, very funny."
Marcus looked around the room. The black walls brightened by the pictures of the different people who started out at the club. The dance floor was packed. He only wished that Kristine was where so he could got her out there. And in his room if played his cards right.
"V? Marcus?" Dom grabbed his shoulder. "You wanna stay here or go sit at our table." He turned to Theresa and smiled. "I don't care which."
"Here. Less walking."
They sat down, pulling up close to the table.
"So Cousin, why haven't you been around today?"
"I was at work." He glanced towards Theresa and then back to dom. "then I had class. And I got a number."
"Whoa." Jesse walked in behind them, Mia, Leon and Xander right behind him. "Dining with the enemy."
"It would seem that my family is working for them." Dom popped Marcus in the head.
"You know, I thought you have grown out of that by now." Marcus said. He stood up and hugged Mia. "Mamma Mia, it's good to see you. You look well."
"Yeah. But as you can see, I'm still training." She gestured to Dom.
"That's a lost cause." He pulled a chair out and sat down beside her.
Britany began to talk to Jesse when her phone went off.
"Hello?"
"Koket. It's me."
"Oh, hey Kristine." Britany answered. Marcus looked up and at her.
"Um, I might be late. It seems my mom is staying at a friend's so I have to drop my sister off at my grandmothers. So just start without me."
"What? Hey are you taking her to your grandmother's house? The girl has a car."
"Yeah and about 2 joints and bottle of tequila in her system."
"What?"
"Yeah. She's fucking wasted. She just fell a sleep." Kristine paused. When she came back on, she sounded worried. "Hey, I'm a block from the club. I need someone's car."
Britany looked up and at everyone seated around her. "Kris needs someone's car."
"Why can't see drive her own?" Sherrie asked, eyeing Xander.
"Good point." She went back to the phone. "Hey, aren't you in your own car."
"Stop asking questions. I need something that can get me to the hospital. She needs her stomach pumped." Another pause. "You know what? Forget it. I'll take there myself." A dial tone soon came over the receiver.
"She hung up on me."
Marcus opened his mouth to say something but changed his mind. "Wait. What's her full name?"
"Kristine Wright." Sandy said, handing Leon a clean shot glass and a smile.
"That's the girl." He exclaimed.
"What?" Dom asked.
"She's the one I got the number from."
"Great. Sleeping with the enemy." Leon said, pouring himself a shot of vodka.
"God whiling." Marcus whispered to himself.
Theresa turned to Britany. "So, why did she call?"
"It seems Brianna is drunk and high. And is so wasted that now Kris is breaking speed limits to get her to the hospital."
"Damn." Theresa looked at Leon. "You don't think?"
"I do." Leon put down his untouched shot and got up, Theresa right behind him.
They both raced to their cars and pulled off, leaving everyone else staring at the smoke from their tires.
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"Just please don't puke in my car. I just detailed it." Kristine mumbled more to herself than to her unconscious sister.
Every stoplight, she would check the sixteen-year-olds breathing and heart rate. Her own heart rate was increasing, as was the weight she applied to the gas petal.
96mph. I could go faster. But I don't want to crash.
The sound of a police siren blared behind her. Damn, damn. She pulled over, checking on her sister again. She kept her hands on the steering wheel.
The officer walked over the window. "You were doing 97 in a 35 zone."
"I know officer. But it's an emergency."
"I should take you in for reckless driving."
"I know officer but my sister is in her and she's knocked out. She won't wake up and she has some other things in her system."
"Like?"
"Like about a few things of weed and some alcohol."
"Can I see your license and registration please?"
She reached into the glove department and pulled out her papers. Then into her purse for her wallet.
"Officer please. I need someone to…"
"Mama, would you please, it's a long night."
She handed the items to the cop, checking on Brianna. The officer walked back to his car. When he came back, he had a ticket in his hand and handed it along with her other things to her. "Sign there please?"
She signed and handed it back to him. He tore it off and Kristine her copy. "Have a nice evening." When he was far enough he added, "Damn teenagers. Sister my ass. More like 'partner' to me."
"Yeah, whatever." She rolled up her window and stared her car. "Fat fuck. Thought he would get some tonight." She balled up the ticket and throwing it in the glove department. "I'll have your badge for this one." She pulled off after the cop turned the corner, going just as fast as before.
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Theresa pulled up to house to find it dark. She also found her sister's backpack on the porch in its usual place. Cautiously, she opened the door, her knife on her side.
Everything was as she left it. She went upstairs to find a different story.
Her sister's room was a mess. Things that were on the table were now on the floor. There was a puddle of vomit on the white carpet. A note held in place by a pushpin was on Kimberly's bulletin board.
So now she is learning responsibility. Too bad it's when I find out she's a drunk.
She ripped it off the board and read it.
So you're the bitch going after Dom. And I'm the one with your little sister. You need to meet me at in downtown Long Beach by the old navel shipyard if you want to find her. Come ready to get your ass kicked.
She balled up the note and went straight to her car, almost forgetting to lock up her house.
If it's a fight Letty, wants, then it's a fight Letty's going to get. Theresa pulled off, her knife still at her side.