Had she not taken a few moments to breathe heavily and calm herself, Enid would have killed herself with the heat of her head after a series of uncontrollable crying in the couch. She had waited in the living room, while Rad went to escort the supposed carcass of her girlfriend outside for the paramedics. After a good look around the house shortly after finishing her tantrum, Enid pulled out a fat cigar out of her pocket. She was rewarded it back at the Safe, but didn't bother to try it out after pondering about her habits.
No longer could she prevent herself from sin. It had officially taken over her body.
With the spark of a lighter, Enid puffed and puffed, with her tender eyes growing red. If her goal was to forget about the incident and mentally destroy herelf to a state of ecstasy, misson accomplished. Within minutes, she passed out.
Awaken by the gentle tap of the muscle, Enid woke to see a casually dressed Rad look down at her in concern.
"Hey, E. I'm hella' sorry about what happened earlier. My dumbass couldn't stand to open some eyes after the...you know..."
"Th-the fucking, is that it? You don't need to tip-toe it, my guy."
"Damn, my parents are gonna be pissed. What gave you the need to overflow my house with fumes of ganja?"
After the realizaon of the context, Enid cried slowly in a stoner pace, hardly being able to move her face. Rad took notice and began feeling sympathetic.
"I'm sorry...It's gonna be fine. We're gonna pull it together. Look, the doctors said she'll be fine in a couple of weeks. She's not in good condition, but she'll still be there!"
Enid cried some more.
"And without meeeeee...Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!"
"Look, I'm sorry. Moderate head trauma isn't something she'll recuperate from quick. If it'll make you feel better, I..."
"We have to pay *sniff* her c-costs..."
"What?"
Enid turned off the waterworks and held her hands out contemplatingly.
"She can't be left there stuck with the bill. She's from 301X, she doesn't have insurance all the way here...Let's put the cash we got towards that. It's practically the same amount that I am personally saving."
Rad quickly pulled back and had an expression of shock.
"Woah, woah, woah, I can't do that..."
"What do you mean?"
"I can't explain now, E, but this is a serious cause. Trust me. This here has a deadline too, and if its not reached, I don't know how I can live the rest of my life..."
"Then tell me."
"No...I can't do t-tha..."
Enid stood up.
"Rad, TELL ME."
"NO!"
With Rad shouting at the top of his lungs, Enid, without hesitation, pulled her gun out of the holster she had in her jeans and aimed for Rad's head.
"TELL ME NOW OR I'LL HAND YOUR DEADLINE ON A SILVER FUCKING PLATTER!"
Rad jumped.
"ENID, WAIT!"
"NOW!"
"IT'S BOXMORE!"
The answer did not satisfy Enid. She was not an idiot, nor would she let Rad off the hook like that. Her girlfriend can't possibly live wounded and broke.
"What. About. Boxmore?"
"Shannon...she's being discontinued..."
Silence. Rad decided to keep going with his story.
"Enid, I know you have a little less good in your heart than me, but I want you to understand this is a girl I fell in love with, one whose connection with me felt all too real, and now she's getting scrapped just like that! The models are being incinerated as we speak, sales are gone, and God knows now many are left right now...That's why I wanted to hit you up the morning they announced it. The order is gonna be in effect later today, but I can cut that shit out if I break in with some firepower! Choppers don't come chea..."
"Rad."
"Huh?"
"I don't give a fuck. She's a goddamn robot, nothing is organic about her. Not even love."
"You don't understand, she is one of the most realest out there. I found true love when we reconciled, and heartbreak when all that ended with the switch of a mode. If she..."
"YOU'RE SO DAMN DELUSIONAL! NOTHING IS GOING DOWN AT BOXMORE. I DIDN'T WIN THIS CASH TO HELP YOU WALK TOWARDS SUICIDE HELPING SOME BOXMORE FUCK!" Enid was surprsingly sincere for her state, even when she's high.
Rad sighed.
"You're right. I guess I'm just speaking out my dick."
Guilt hit her fast.
"Listen, I just want to save my girlfriend from any further damage. We can't even know for sure your plan would work. I need to do this."
"I understand."
Afterwards, Rad reached for the briefcase by the stand and held it with one arm, while signaling Enid to follow him out the front door.
"Speaking out your dick, huh?"
"Was it big enough?"
"Needless to say. But you have a fat dick."
"Heh. And you have a tight little pussy for my big fat cock to slide into. The flavors are...are..."
Standing around the front door, the pair mutually agreed indirectly to stop what they were doing and were eager to pick up where they had picked off last night. They passionately made out by the wall.
"Ooh, baby, fuck..."
"You want it?"
"Mhmm..."
Rad began to strip Enid of the articles of clothing around her torso. Her breasts popped out. As for Rad, his pants unzipped. His member had launched out, sitting there face to face with Enid's warm face. She giggled, and her tender lips slowly made its way, skimming off the tip.
Rad moaned, while Enid continued gargling down on her favorite delicacy.
"Fuck yeah...You know what I noticed when I dirty talk towards you and that twitchy little pussy of yours, baby girl?"
"Yeah, daddy?"
"You're vulnerable."
Before a record can scratch inside Enid's head and snap her out of the sinful sensation, a hard metal briefcase had smashed her cerebrum right upside the head, and the last thing Enid would hear before losing her consciousness was a zip, and the slam of a door. She did not feel anything.
When she woke up, the first thing she noticed was that the glock on her holster wasn't there no longer. Rad likely had stolen it for his plan to overrun the factory with arms.
"That motherfucker..." Enid whispered to herself.
She proceeded to dress up again, and looked at the time on her phone. Noon was already emerging. Enid couldn't believe she was well induced to give her backstabber some oral. However, as she picked up her phone, she rose her eyebrow to the sight of a message from Rad...twenty minutes ago...
"sorry. hope you understand"
In short, the gambler did not. Bones were gonna be broken.
Before she can freak out and sob to herself, she realized she had all the time in the world to get this money back. If Rad needed that briefcase very badly, he might as well have it. Sundays don't have good traffic in the Safe, but she knew the regulars would oblige to take back some gains.
On her way out the unlocked door of Rad's house, Enid felt a heavy weight descend down to her shoulders as she walked past the picture frames of his parents. She had to make amends. Her phone was soon taken out and flashed the contacts to her.
-ring-
Devastating silence. It was here that a determined Wilhamena would have picked up. Enid's mom was a vampire, so her instincts would be much more heightened than those of mere mortals.
-ring-
Still no answer. No need to go to panic mode though.
-ring-
At this point, Enid was on the verge of just abandoning the idea of confronting with her parents.
Suddenly, the click and clack of dishes in a distorted and amplified medium reached Enid's right ear.
"Hello? What's going on, dear?"
Enid began shaking. She was not prepared for Wilhamena to already toss the "whats" our to her, but she didn't have the heart to tip toe around the situation."
"Mom, I need to specify what's be—what's happening right n-now..."
"Do tell! You were able to win back the dormitory?"
"...Umm...I never went back to the dormitory."
"What!?"
At this point, Enid had hesitantly set herself up for an earful, and even though she was a young adult living in neglect about many aspects of her life, she could not go through what consequences would be brought forth when talking to her mother.
"Look...I've been..."
Tears began forming at an early phase.
"I've...done something b-b-bad, really bad, and I-I don't know if I can turn back..."
Enid could hear the sudden halt to the typical household sounds from the other line. There was no going back.
"Honey, what have you done?"
"...everything...Mom, I-I've been doing all this behind your backs...I'm so sorry."
"Everything? Enid, you're scaring us. You have to be more direct than that!"
"I made...a lot of bets, I s-smoked, and I hurt some-someone, someone I l-love."
Enid's voice began cracking. She couldn't mask her confession, otherwise the first step to recovery wouldn't even be in effect. Wilhamena made it clear she was shocked, as she shared a loud sigh for Enid to hear.
"Enid..."
"I'm sorry! I-I'm s-sorry..."
"I-I d-why? Why would you distance yourself from us over this?"
"I...didn't *sniff* mean to..."
After a deep breath, a compromise was made by her mom."
"Enid, please come home...We can...we can fight this together, okay s-sweetie?"
"It can't...be helped...not until I redo all this. I l-love you, M-Mom!"
"Please baby, w—"
Enid couldn't handle it. She hung up, and once the waterworks were cleared out, she found pride in doing the responsible thing."
She proceeded to leave the yard, and began pondering how she'll encourage the gang to take her buy-in. It was always typical for them to lose to the superiority of her observations. Some players tried to change up their expressions against her, whether being sincere about having a better hand, trying to bluff with light scoffs and playing puppy eyes on the table, but even with it's complexity, Enid was hardly fooled.
It was 1:30.
Enid had just bought in, much to the dismay of T, Tre, and three new players who appeared as one party.
Except this wasn't Enid, this was Coates.
The three players, along with this Holy Trinity, had included one bald-headed Hispanic dude in sunglasses, a little bloated on the torso, but was covered with excessive black clothing. A black tee, darker jeans, and some Reebok Zig Pulses. He was the aggressor of the three, eyeing his opponents down and keeping his cards by his chest. It was amateur to hold onto them for round after round, but nobody had the balls to call him out on it.
On his right was a lean man who seemed to be mixed. Black bandana underneath his gelled medium sized hair, Jesus piece, white wifebeater, and some cargo shorts. Enid could see it in his glistening brown eyes. He was content, but also alert enough to push through.
The third one was peculiar. Short, but fairly medium built. A black beanie accompanied by a basketball jersey. Dark colored vintage Warriors jersey, to be exact. The 10 was fading off a little. Must've washed his own clothes.
It didn't matter who she was going to take to the poorhouse. This was the final showdown for her to right her wrongs.
She couldn't possibly lose.
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