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As we pulled up to the trailer park, I could have sworn that there was steam pouring from my ears.
"Welcome to crackhead wasteland," Sarah commented from the back, looking out the window. My eyes scanned the debris strewn across the lawn, electing to bite my tongue.
"I don't know about this man." Pope sighed worriedly as we pulled around the side of the trailer. "Dude, why are we at Barry's?"
I bit back an angry laugh and took the shirt away from my face, looking over at the ID in JJ's hand. He glanced at me, then at John B, who was in the back, and got out of the car. "This'll only take a second."
The tallest of the group rolled the back door open, and I glanced at the blonde through the passenger window.
"Where are you going?" JB asked, standing just outside the door.
"Yo soy justicia." The blonde boy sing-songed, venturing closer to the house.
"Did you glean anything from that?" Pope wondered while I rubbed my hand over my forehead, stress evident in the way my eyebrows furrowed.
"You know, somebody should probably—" Sarah started as I was already pushing the passenger door open.
"Way ahead of you. John B, you too. We're the only two who he'll possibly listen to right now." I huffed, brushing my shirt off before continuing beneath my breath. "And he's already yelled at me, so."
The two of us followed in our friend's footsteps, stepping over random trash to get inside. We heard crashing as we entered what looked like the kitchen, my arms immediately over my chest defensively.
"Yeah, so what's your plan, slick?" John started us off, taking the fact that I was already in a bad mood and I'd say something I'd regret into consideration.
JJ only glanced up and continued searching. "Why'd you bring her in here? She should be using the first aid kit in the van."
"I brought him. I suggest you stop talking about me like I'm not standing right here." I snapped, my nails digging into the skin of my forearm. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Well, if thou hath stealeth from us, we, shall stealeth from ye." He said matter-of-factly, still rummaging around the area.
