Rating T : For shady stuff ;)
Characters: Bella (Belgium) Lars (Netherlands) Carlos (Cuba) Sadiq (Turkey)
4A Van Rijn
Flashes dance before her eyes. Red, blue, red, blue, red. Sirens numbing her brain. Panic, Panic. We should go, he says. Hurry up. Run. Her shoes are getting dirty. Runrunrun. Specks of mud on her bare legs. Faster, he says. His hand clings to her's. Dragging her mercilessly forward, into the unknown. The rain pours from the sky and he looks funny, his hair flat and sticking against his forehead. Hurry the fuck up, Bella, he says. Runrunrun. And she runs. Runs away from reality, from her brother with his hazy red eyes, from the flashes, from the noise-
Behind the door of appartment 4A , Isabella Van Rijn's nightmare was roughly interupted by a loud crash. She woke with a start, turning her head into the direction of the sound, but relaxed when she recognized her brothers flat voice. "Watch out for those wires! You'll mess them up." There was some low chuckling in the background and Bella realized her brother wasn't alone.
"Oooh, 'm sorry. Ma head could've been cracked open and here yo are worrying 'bout yo stupid wires." The second voice was a voice Bella knew all too well, low and slightly hoarse, the result of too much cigarettes, and it sent shivers of disgust down her spine. She despised the voice, and the person it belonged to. Sadiq Adnan was loud, and reckless, and in general a bad influence on her brother.
"If you weren't drunk off your ass you'd have noticed the wires right in front of your feet!" She heard her brother snarl, obviously annoyed.
"Maybe you shouln't have placed those wires in the middle of the fuckin' room in the firs' place! Who's the idiot naw, Dutchie?" Sadiq slurred
"Stop whining and let me fix them. I don't want the plants getting cold." Bella heard her brother crouching down, probably trying to untangle the wires from Sadiq's feet.
"You really don' care 'bout me don't ya?"
"Lars here is a man of da money. He cares 'bout nothing but his lil' plants." A third voice chuckled. The voice sounded like azure seas, white beaches and waving palmtrees. Bella immediately recalled tanned skin and dreadlocks. Carlos Machado.
"Yaaaa maaannn...he always carin' fo da plaaantss mannnn. Da lil' itty bitty plaaaaaants."
"Shut it Sadiq. I don't talk like that." Carlos sounded slightly insulted.
"I'm Carloooossss. Wassupp maaannn. Yo wanna have some ganjaaaa?"
"I'm not from Jamaica, you idiot!"
Lars sighed, and Bella imagined him rubbing his temples. "Jesus Christ Sadiq, what the hell did you take? No wonder you two got arrested."
" 's not my fault. It's that STUPID GREEK'S FAULT!" Sadiq exclaimed angrily. The sound of a head being slapped echoed across the tiny appartment.
"Shut it. You'll wake my sister!" Lars whispered.
Bella decided to confront the men in her living room. She slipped into a bathrobe and stalked into the living room.
"Can you please continue this conversation somewhere else?" She said, slightly angry.
Three heads turned in her direction. "Bellaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..." Sadiq slurred, spreading his arms, stumbling towards her, but Lars gripped his arm and yanked him back forcefully. "Sister." was the only thing he said. Carlos acknowledged her presence by giving her a small wave.
"What is this, Lars. Why the hell are they here? Why are you so late!? Have you got any idea how late it is?" She snapped.
Carlos gave her a guilty look. 'Well..You see, Saddie and I had some trouble at-"
"Why do you care?" Lars interrupted with an uninterested voice.
Bella felt heat rise to her cheeks and she had to force herself to not slap him across the face right now. "Have you got any idea how worried I was!? You could've been injured, or dead!"
Lars gave her a emotionless glare, eyes red."I was only out with friends, nothing special. Jeez, you're not my mother, Bella."
'We were cycliingggg. It was aweeesome!" Sadiq swayed in Lars' grip, head lolling on his shoulder.
"Out with friends? If you think of the underage high school students you sell your... things to as your friends I suppose you were 'out with friends'." Bella felt angry tears form in the corner of her eye.
Lars' brow twitched. "Sister, can you please mind your own buisiness? It's none of your concern who I sell my.. stuff to."
Sadiq let out a high pitched, hysteric laugh. "He means ganjaaaaaa. We and the kids smoked lots and lots of ganjaaaaaaaa. Dutchie really enjoyed himself. He gave da ladies some ganjaaaaa and they shaked their asses like-"
Bella growled. "Get out." The look in her green eyes could kill, and Carlos quickly grabbed hold of his friends hand and dragged him towards the door. "It's morning already?' He asked, glancing at the window, where the sun had started to rise. "Breakfast timeee!" Sadiq exclaimed happily, and the both of them stumbled out the door.
Lars watched them go, then slowly turned his eyes to his little sister. "I suppose you're not going to make breakfast for me?"
His only answer was the furious glance in her eyes. They stared at eachother, one slightly swaying, the other almost shaking with fury.
"Well, guess I've got to text Carlos to get breakfast for me too." He shrugged. Bella walked to the small kitchen, opening the fridge.
"You do that." She said, voice deadly calm, while pouring herself a glass of milk. He watched her drink for a few awkward minutes, then he turned on his heel.
"I'm going to look at the plants." He called over his shoulder. No reply. Until he was almost at the door.
"Tell me, Lars." Her voice was shrill and sharp, shaking with anger. 'Do you enjoy drugging people?"
He grimaced, opening the door. "I'm going to go now."
"Do you like taking advantage of girls of my age?" The door slammed shut, the thrown glass of milk shattering against it.
Nethy is a douche. Short chapter is short.
