Lincoln stepped into his home and closed the door behind him. He took a look into the dining room to see that his fat 900-pound bitch mother was still there shouting Lynn Sr's name to cook her something, completely forgetting that the idiot had voted her own husband early that morning.
He went up to his room, kicked off his shoes, and pulled out his phone. He dialed Clyde's number and put the phone to his ear.
"Clyde, You make the drop yet?" Lincoln asked. Clyde responded, voice wheezing. "Lincoln... I got fucking jumped, man! that bastard Chandler took the stuff with him!"
"Oh fucks sake!" Lincoln shouted. "That fucking idiot just can't help but fuck me over at every chance he gets. I'll deal with it, you get yourself home." Lincoln hung up and put the phone back in his pocket. He stood back up and slipped his shoes on before going toward the window that was in his bedroom. He gazed out for a moment at the cold night before he heard a knock on his door. His annoying, deluded sister Luna was here. "Lincoln, let me in! I need some of the stuff you sell! I'm going to meet up with Sam and the others!" she shouted.
"Depends if you've got the money for it," Lincoln responded as he shut the window to prevent their voices from carrying out into the night.
"I'm your sister and legal guardian! I shouldn't have to pay for it at all!"
Lincoln opened the door to face his sister. "Okay, first off, and for the last fucking time, you are NOT my legal guardian. I don't even know where you got that dumb idea. I've told you multiple times that I hate your guts. There are only three people other than me in this house that I actually like and that's Leni, Lucy, and Lily. Leni's is more of a pity thing due to her mental retardation and Lily's just a baby with no personality yet. And Lucy is actually cool. You? you're the worst of the lot and that's really fucking saying something. Secondly, you want me to give you some weed without you paying? That's not how a business works you brainbox. So either give me some money or go explain to your stoner friends why you haven't got any plants for them to smoke." Lincoln spat as he leaned against the doorframe.
Luna glared at her brother with a look of hatred as she pulled out a few hundred dollars and threw them in Lincoln's face. "Now get me the stuff, fucker."
Lincoln reached under his bed and pulled out a couple of bags and threw them to his sister. "Now get the fuck-" Luna slammed the door shut. "...out." Lincoln sighed and got to his feet. He turned toward the window again and made his way out, determined to get back what Chandler had stolen.
To Be Continued
