Truth Behind Lies

Chapter 8: Winner Takes It All

The stairs from the shop to the apartment led to the kitchen. I was shocked to find that my uncle had 'cleaned' for me. Well… all the trash was gone. It still smelled funny. Like a drunk dog. No home should smell like that. I added 'get air fresheners' to my list of things to do. But before I can buy those I need money. I used the last of my money on a shot gun before my parents died. I didn't have time to get a new job before they were killed. That's another thing to make me hate that son of a bitch. Now he's really screwed.

My room is no longer empty. It now has a couch and a dresser. Bonus points for my uncle, I expected the room to still be empty. The couch is red. I inspect it for stains and crumbs. Amazingly, it passes. I poke my head into the living room to take a look at the other couch. It's tan and looks like something was living in there. If my uncle had made me sleep on that I would have killed him. And I'm not joking.

I go back to my room. I cautiously sit down on the couch. It seems safe so I lie down. It's big enough that I scan stretch out. But I'm a whole 5 foot 2 inches so that's not all that impressive. But I'm lacking a pillow. I should have known this would happen. I sit up and look at the dresser. It's got 6 drawers and just about reaches my boobs (a normal person's waist). It's brown and not that exciting.

I push it under the mirror without difficulty. I inspect the drawers. Nothing hidden away. The drawers are big enough that my two bags of clothes will fit into two drawers with room to spare. (I sold almost everything. I put all the money away in a 'just in case' account at the bank.) The weapons tucked away in the bags fill the two drawers. With everything put away I get up and leave. The clock in the living room says that it's 9 pm.

So I leave in search for a open department store. I've got $20 in my pocket. All that I have left from my last job.

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Everyone was crowded around Skip asking questions about Jez. I hang back a little. "Shut up!" yells Skip. Everyone stops. "If you haven't guessed that was my niece,"

"What's that bitch's problem?" asks Red Dog boldly.

"Well, she's kinda in a bad mood because her parents died last week," True silence fills the room, "For some crazy reason my sister gave the custody of Jez to me. I was gonna tell you 'If you hurt her I'll kill you'. Now I'm gonna say if you piss her off you'll end up like Chino."

Jay, Tony, and Stacy separate and head towards me. "Wasn't she hot?!"

"Hell yeah," replied Jay with a lustful grin.

"She'll be a hard one to get hold of," I add.

Tony snickers, "Yeah, but there's no way she can resist the old Alva charm,"

"Dude, I don't think she does Mexicans," I say. Tony lunges at me and pushes me into the counter. The register pings and pops open.

"Watch it maggots!" Yells Skip. The four of us run out of the shop before he can hurt us.

We slow down near Stacy's house. Jay and Tony are still arguing over who would get Jez first. Stacy and me hang back. "Hard to believe that Jez is Skip's niece,"

I'm a little surprised. Stacy's got a girl. "Yeah, it is,"

Suddenly, Jay and Tony stop. I nearly run into Tony. "There's only one way to solve this…"

"Winner takes all…"

"Oh, God save Jez," I mutter under my breath.