Through The Eyes Of Ron
Chapter Eight
Girls
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Please Read: There may be some offensive material in this chapter and the next few to come. I'm not in a gang, I go to a school for not so good kids and know of a few people who are in gangs, but I'm a goody-goody two shoes, and have no involvement whatsoever in gangs, or drugs, or anything of the sort. I told y'all I have no life, and if I did it would be clear of the following situations.
"Ron, you don't understand what you just got yourself into." Josh said running a nervous hand through his hair.
"Josh, I'm paying them back for helping me out!" Ron said.
"You'll pay them back with your life!" Josh said angrily slamming his fist into the wall.
"At least I'll be paying them back." Ron said.
"Paying them back for what? Kicking your ass? Or are you paying them back for the weed, I don't understand!" Josh asked.
"I'm paying them back, because Ray-ray and Day-day paid my way on a bus that got me as far away from Bridgeton as possible! If we didn't leave, Michael would've lied just like everybody else did, and he would've had your mum send me home! I'm lucky I got this chance to come here! If I get sent home, my life is over. I'll be sent to Bridgeton, and people will kill me there. So I'm paying Ray-ray and Day-day and Tony back, and if it means risking my life, then at least I'll have paid them back." Ron said.
"Ron, my life is over too if we get caught, but I'm not volunteering to get shot. I shouldn't have ever introduced you to the Crips." Josh said.
"That was the best thing you did." Ron said.
"Then why are you paying me back by trying to get killed? You should've lied or something!" Josh said.
"Well, I'm not exactly crippled, and I'd rather it be me than you. Besides I can run, and real fast at that." Ron said.
"Well I hope so, because your life's going to depend on it." Josh said.
"In the past month, my life's depended on it, and in the past month of the runs I've made, I have yet to be shot or caught." Ron said.
"That's because you only ran into the bloods three times." Josh said.
There was a knock on the motel room door. Josh picked up a bat and Ron walked over to the door. He looked through the people, and saw an annoyed looking Jerry waiting. Ron opened the door, and Jerry came in.
"Ronnie, do you remember the place on the docks, where you were supposed to make that first trade, but it ended up being the bloods?" Jerry asked shutting the door behind him.
"Yea." Ron said remembering quite clearly.
"My buddy swears there are going to be Crips waiting for a trade tonight, but he also swore that there were going to be Crips waiting on that first trade, and those other two when those dirty bloods were waiting. If you think this person waiting is a blood, I want you to take care of them." Jerry said shoving what appeared to be a flashlight into Ron's hands.
"What am I supposed to do with this hit them in the head, or blind them while I make a run for it?" Ron asked looking at Josh and trying not to laugh.
"I said take care of them, look carefully at that. It's not what it appears to be." Jerry said.
Ron looked at it again. No, it wasn't at all what Ron thought it to be. "This is a gun… Jerry, I can't shoot anybody." Ron said.
"Of course you can, all you have to do is pull the trigger. It's their life or yours." Jerry said.
"Wait! They can kill me, but I won't shoot anybody." Ron said giving the gun back to Jerry.
"Well, take it anyway, just to scare them away. They'll know what it really is, and it might scare them off, but I want my money. So you're going to use the gun if they come after you. Because if they get away with my money and my dope, your aunt will be really upset to find out her son is dead." Jerry said.
"You can't kill Josh!" Ron said.
"I think I've made my orders clear. If you want you and your buddies to keep a roof over your head, you'll be back with my money or my dope by noon tomorrow. And I hear we're getting some rain this week." Jerry said before leaving.
Ron looked at Josh.
"Tony won't let Jerry kill me. He'll let him hurt me a lot, but he won't let him kill me. Just don't die, all right?" Josh asked.
"I'll be back." Ron said.
Ron walked around the block surrounding the dock twice; just to be sure there wasn't a car full of bloods waiting around for him. He walked past the person waiting for him and got tripped, just like the first time. Ron got up.
"Bloody hell, I'd appreciate it, if you Americans wouldn't stick out your legs and try to trip me everywhere I go. I don't understand how everybody knows I'm English. Is there a sign that says I'm British or is it a sign that says trip me, on my back that I'm unaware about." Ron said.
"I thought you said you weren't in town long." A girl's voice said.
"Becky?" Ron asked surprised.
How stupid were the bloods to send out the same girl twice?
"So, why didn't you come to meet me before now?" Becky asked.
"Been visiting family in Massachusetts." Ron lied.
"So how much longer are you in town for?" Becky asked.
"About another month, I'm not exactly sure. See, when I said I wouldn't be here long last time, I meant I wouldn't be here in like a year, and I probably won't be here, I might be back east, in Massachusetts." Ron said quickly.
Ron followed Becky's gaze. She was looking at the flashlight.
"You're a liar!" Becky said. "You're a liar, and you're a dirty Crip."
"Shut up!" Ron said grabbing Becky tightly around the waist and covering Becky's mouth before she could say anything else. "Shut up, shut up. I'll give you the dope if you give me the money. I'm not even supposed to do that, but my cousin's life is at stake here. Just give me the money, and I'll give you the stuff."
Becky made to talk, but his hand muffled her voice. Ron lifted his hand just a little bit away from Becky's mouth, so she could talk.
"The money's in my back pocket." Becky said.
"Right or left?" Ron asked.
"Left, but you should really let me get it for you." Becky said.
Ron squeezed his hand to fit in the back pocket of Becky's jeans. Becky looked a bit amused, but still afraid at the same time. Ron pulled out a few bills and took the ones he needed before putting the other ones back. Ron pulled the bag of drugs out of his jacket pocket and handed it to Becky.
"Don't say anything about me. I'm sorry." Ron said.
Ron started running and then he heard the car before he saw the headlights go on.
Ron ran as fast as he could down different streets and alleyways, dodging bullets and climbing walls.
He stopped to catch his breath behind a wall, thinking that they had given up in their pursuit, when he heard gunfire.
Ron looked next to him, a bullet had literally just missed his head, but it had left a hole in the wall next to him. Ron took the gun out of his pocket and left it against the wall.
The next morning after a long walk in different directions, Ron walked into a grocery store. Ron picked up a box of cereal, some plastic bowls, a box of plastic spoons, and a half-gallon of milk.
Ron went up to the cashier, who happened to be a female about his age, and placed the items on the counter.
"That comes to ten dollars and eighty cents." The girl said bagging the groceries.
"All right, so ten dollars," Ron said placing the dollar bill with the ten on it on the counter. "I don't have eighty cents, but I do have this, does that work?" Ron asked holding out a five dollar bill hopefully, not sure how muggle money worked. He didn't know exactly what a cent was, but he hoped it wasn't more than the five dollars. He had known what the dollars were, because Josh had explained it to him, but Ron didn't know about change.
"You're not from around here, are you?" The girl asked smiling as she took his money.
"No, I'm from Ireland." Ron lied. Being in Ireland with his Grandfather was the last place Ron had felt at home.
"How long are you in town for?" The girl asked handing Ron back four one-dollar bills and two dimes.
"For a bit, I suppose." Ron said.
"Well, if you ever need help finding your way around…" She stopped and wrote something down, on Ron's receipt. "There's my number, give me a call."
"And what should I call you?" Ron asked.
"Call me Laura." Laura said. "Do you have a name?"
"Everybody here calls me Ronnie." Ron said. "And maybe you could help me find my way. I'm trying to get to a motel, and I got lost last night."
Ron ran up to the motel room door and knocked. Josh opened the door. He looked sweaty, and Ron could've sworn Josh was about to cry.
"I got food." Ron said offering a grin.
"I thought you got killed last night! Why didn't you come straight back?" Josh asked.
"There was a problem." Ron said.
"What kind of a problem?" Jerry asked coming out of the bathroom.
"Directions, I had a problem with directions. I got lost." Ron said.
"You ran into the bloods last night didn't you?" Jerry asked.
"Not literally, I was kind of walking away from them." Ron said.
"Where's my stuff?" Jerry asked.
Ron looked down.
"You better have some money for me Ronnie, or you're dead." Jerry said dangerously.
"I have some." Ron said pulling the money out of his pocket.
"The blood paid you?" Jerry asked surprised.
"I kind of took the money out of her pocket, so I guess that's a bit more like stealing. I don't reckon she would've given it to me if I hadn't grabbed her." Ron said.
"Her?" Jerry asked.
"It was the same girl as last time. I didn't recognize her from far away. I didn't even know it was a girl from where I walked. When I went to walk past her, she caught me." Ron said.
"Shit!" Jerry said punching the wall. "Now, they're going to know you're my runner."
"I don't think she'll tell." Ron said.
"You don't think, and that's your problem Ronnie! Bloods are as loyal as the Crips. Just because you think some girl likes you, doesn't mean she won't tell the Bloods who the runner is! They're going to know the kid with the British accent is the runner." Jerry said.
"Well than maybe you shouldn't trust your buddy anymore. Every time your 'buddy' says we can trust these people, they're Crips, they're really bloods. And I almost got killed last night because of your buddy." Ron said.
"You're right. I got a job for you tomorrow night, but just rest today, and don't get into trouble. Have some fun though." Jerry said and handed Ron half of the money before leaving the motel room.
"Hey Josh… do you know how to use that?" Ron asked pointing to the phone.
Josh rolled his eyes.
"Hey Ron!" Josh called knocking on the bathroom door.
"You know I'm in the shower, give me a few more minutes." Ron said.
"Hurry it up, there's something you've got to see." Josh said.
Ron came out two minutes later dressed in black with his hair still damp.
"What's the big- Hermes?" Ron asked.
Hermes, Percy's owl was waiting on the motel room bed with a letter attached to its foot. Ron walked over to the bed and took the letter. He read it.
Dear Ron,
It's me Percy. I hope this owl gets to you and that you are alive and well. Last night mum couldn't stop crying. She wouldn't leave the living room either. She just watched the clock, as the hand on the clock with your face on it went from lost to mortal peril and back and forth all night. I don't know where you are, but I think that it's really time for you and Josh to both return to Elizabeth's.
Elizabeth is terribly worried about you and Josh. She's sick over the fact that you two left. You weren't even in her custody for three days Ron! Do you really think whatever you're doing in the muggle world is worth leaving a great education and risking your life?
If you come home now, dad won't even be angry. He'll send you away to Bridgeton, but you've earned your place there. There's no way you won't go now, unless you die, and Ron you'll be sixteen in less than a week, you don't want to die so young, do you?
Can't you please just for once act your own age or at least like a civilized person and just come home? You're turning sixteen, so maybe that day won't make a difference, but please, please for mum's, dad's, and your own sake, please return home immediately.
Here are two galleons from my pocket. Hopefully, you and Josh will make the right decision and go back to Aunt Elizabeth's. Elizabeth will send you home from there.
For once in your life Ron, be considerate and think of the other people around you. Mum barely sleeps a full hour a day, because she knows that the minute she falls asleep you'll owl home for help. Dad's been working more than ever now to raise money to find you. Aunt Elizabeth can't stop blaming herself, but we keep trying to reassure her it was you that left out of your own stubborn will, and you influenced Josh to leave with you. It's not fair to make your aunt feel so guilty, when she let you live in her home, when nobody else would.
Bill and Charlie are going to lose their jobs, because they alternate taking weeks off to find you and to comfort mum. The twins write home everyday and they're sending money for you to take the Knight Bus home with every letter. Fred and George can be cruel sometimes, but they love you, and you don't treat loved ones by scaring them!
Poor Ginny keeps writing home everyday, and the letters aren't readable, because she's cried all over them. You killed her when you didn't come home for Christmas, and now you've runaway! You know how much you mean to her! You are her older brother, and before you met Harry, she was your best friend! Harry and Hermione write the burrow everyday asking for good news. Ron, please come home. I'm scared for you. – Percy
Ron rested his face in his hands. There was no way Ron could leave, even if he wanted to, and although he did want to, he didn't want to be put in Bridgeton.
Ron met with Laura that evening and Laura drove them down to the beach, where they walked in their bare feet on the warm sand.
Finally, Laura stopped walking and laid on her back on the sand. "Aren't the stars beautiful?" Laura asked.
"Yea, they're nice, but not compared to what I'm looking at." Ron said looking at Laura's face from where he sat.
"That's the sweetest thing anybody's ever said to me." Laura said.
"That's a shame. People can see the stars any time, but to miss real beauty is a terrible loss." Ron said causing Laura to blush.
Laura kissed Ron deeply, and Ron couldn't help but blush.
"Yo, Ronnie, where have you been?" Tony asked when Ron entered the motel room at noon the next day.
"Just around." Ron said.
"Just around a girl! Look at your neck." Josh laughed.
"You had a great night last night, didn't you?" Tony asked.
"Great would be an understatement!" Ron said unable to suppress his grin.
There was a knock on the door. Tony held a bat and looked through the peephole, before letting Jerry in.
"Ronnie, I got an errand for you." Jerry said.
Ron entered the motel room, where he was supposed to make a trade. Ron looked around and saw nobody in the dark room. Ron turned the light on and was pushed forward down onto the ground from behind.
Ron rolled onto his back as somebody was reaching their hand into his coat pocket. Ron grabbed the person's arm and flipped them on to their backs, before turning the light on.
"Becky?" Ron asked with disbelief.
"You Crips are really stupid, do you know that?" Becky asked.
Ron put a knee on either side of Becky's body and held her arms down behind her head.
"Its too bad you're a blood, I thought you were very attractive." Ron said holding both of Becky's hands down on the carpet with one hand, while reaching his other hand underneath of her bottom and into her jean pocket. She seemed to relax at his touch. He took her money and put it in his own pocket.
"Hey!" Becky cried raising her face up to Ron's and kissing him.
"I like that, but you're not getting the drugs or the money." Ron said lowering himself down to kiss Becky's neck.
Becky was crying in pain, as she lay naked on the floor, while Ron made love to her a bit forcefully. Becky had never had sex before, and Ron wasn't making her first time pleasurable, though Becky had heard it never was pleasurable the first time. And while Ron was rough below the waist, he was so gentle kissing her and whispering to her, and even apologizing to her.
Ron knew he shouldn't be having sex with a blood. He had promised Laura he'd call her again. Even worse than having sex with Becky, was the fact that she wasn't as willing as she had been before to having sex. Ron could feel Becky digging her nails into his back in pain, and finally, he stopped.
Ron put his clothes back on and counted the money and made sure he had the drugs.
Ron kissed Becky, and oddly enough Becky kissed him back, despite the pain and her being in a rival gang.
Then Ron left.
"Jerry, these people are bloods. Here's your stuff, and here's the money. I know it wasn't right to take it, but you didn't get cheated." Ron said.
"You were right in taking it, but my question is how did you take it? They wouldn't just give it to you. You don't have the gun, so that wasn't a threat…"
"It was the girl again, and I kind of pinned her down and took it." Ron said.
"Did you bang her?" Jerry asked.
"Not by choice, I really couldn't help it, I was running an errand, and she's really attractive, and I couldn't help it." Ron said.
"You just taught the bloods not to mess with us." Jerry said handing Ron some money. "Now I'd advise you to watch your back."