Until You

Anthony

Losing the baby took a toll on us. And I was glad when Mindy got back on her feet and pulled herself out of the slump she was in. It was rough losing something you wanted so much and prepared for. But one day we'd have another one. Hell! We'll have six if we could.

I parked my truck and went to work. We had a big job to do and the guys and I met up to look at some blueprints. I had really moved up in the business and was making really good money. I was saving as much as I could. I was already looking into buying this really nice F150. 

We still made plans to get a bigger place. But that would have to wait. Mindy was back to work and making plans to future her work as a beautician for her own shop. She was doing so well. I was happy with what we had. I had a life, a good woman who loved me, and a great future ahead of me. I wasn't going to stop now. 

My phone rang on the way to the meeting. I didn't recognize the number since I got a new phone.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Tony my man! Its Damion." I could hear laughter in the back. "Alex is here too." How did they get this number?

"Yea man I got work to do I can't talk right now." I tried to hang up with him.

"Well we need to talk." He stated.

"No we don't." And I hung up. I wanted them to forget about me. Pretend I was dead! I didn't give a fuck as long as they stayed away from me and my family. My phone rang again and I had forgotten to ask him how he got my number.

"What?" I yelled into the receiver. There was a long pause.

"Look underneath your old trailer." Damion said, and he hung up. What the fuck did he mean about that? I'm not playing these games right now. As I walked in the door to meet with the guys my phone pinged. It was probably a text message from him. I'm sorry it would have to wait. Better yet, let me delete this shit now.

"It will teach you not to fuck with me." It read. Fucking asshole! I needed to work, I had shit to do. I didn't have time for this shit. 

Work finished late and I called Mindy. I was curious what Damion meant. I headed out to where Mike and I grew up. And where we shared the trailer with our mother before she was murdered and father. Mindy picked up.

"Hey baby, I got to run out to check on something at the trailer I grew up in." That sounded embarrassing stupid - why would I put it that way?

"Why are you going there?" She asked. We were being honest with each other, so I told her Damion called.

"It's a set up! Don't go!" She yelled. I assured her I wasn't afraid of Damion. Damion seen me beat the shit out of people and I beat the shit out of him. He wants to fuck with my head, Ill fuck with him if I had to. Whatever I wasn't afraid of the asshole. I just wanted to see what he meant was under the trailer. Our old trailer had a spot you could get down under and hide things. That's where dad hid all the money. 

I hung up with Mindy after she told me numerous times to be careful and to call her as soon as I got there. I would when I was leaving, because I was going to look under the trailer and if I didn't see anything, leave. And block Damion out of my life. I was breaking my own rule. But I really wanted to know what Damion was talking about.

I got out of the truck and took a look at my old playground. It smelled like shit and there was trash everywhere. I understand why they called us Dirty Fucking People whenever we went out. 

I went around to the side and ducked underneath the old abandoned trailer. I didn't see anything. And then I felt my phone ping.

DIG