Philips (Sequel to De Santa)

Chapter Thirty Five

"What the hell was that?" Dad asked as he entered my room. "You damn near broke her wrist."

"Hardly," I scoffed. "I'm just supposed to sit there while she talks to you like that?"

"You talk to me like that!"

"When you deserve it, she's just being a spoiled bitch."

"I don't care, Chels, you don't talk to her like that and you certainly don't put your hands on her, got it?"

"Fine." I grabbed my shoes and began to slip them on.

"Where are you going?"

"Out." Lester had called a few minutes ago, telling me it was time to meet up. I told him I'd get there as fast as I could, but I had to lose Dad first. I'm trying my best to not be late this time.

"Out? Now?"

"Yeah, and?"

"Isn't it getting late?"

"It's barely past six."

"Well, where are you going?"

"To visit Paige? Where else?"

"You two are spending an awful lot of time together."

"She's the only friend I got, considering that Sandy Shores is off limits and Davis is dead."

"What about Frank?"

"I meant friends I hang out with." I slipped my last shoe on and walked past Dad and down the stairs. "I might be late, not sure just yet. I'll text when I'm on my way home, will that cheer you up?"

"It'd make me a lot more comfortable, yes." Dad answered from behind me.

"Good, I'll text you." By the time I got to the factory, Trevor was the last person to wait on, causing me to smile. At least it wasn't me who was late this time.

"Ah, Chels, right on schedule," Lester smiled. "Sit, we need to talk." Lester turned to the others. "You four, out." Patrick, Gus, Franklin, and Paige exited the office, leaving Lester and I alone. "There are some rules that I realize that I haven't discussed with you. It'd be foolish and irresponsible to not discuss them before we do this thing."

"Okay, lay them on me."

"First rule, no snitching. If you get caught, you don't mention anyone, got it? You snitch, by the time we get out, you'd better hope you've left the planet." I gently nodded. "Rule number two, don't slow us down. If you slow us down, no one is gonna be there to help you catch up. You fall behind, you're left behind. Rule number three, do not, I repeat, do not talk to anyone other than us. Your father made the stupid mistake of talking to a security guard and said some stupid movie line, which caught the attention of not only Dave Norton, but Trevor as well. Which leads me to rule number four, no fucking catch phrases!"

"Okay, jeez," I chuckled. "No stupid ass catchphrases and keep to myself. I got it."

"Good. Now, you're sure that you can do this?"

"I'm keeping my eye on the prize, that's gonna get me through it."

"For your sake, I hope so." The door suddenly swung open and Trevor tromped into the room. "Ah, Trevor, late as expected."

"Yeah, fuck you," Trevor spat. "What the fuck are you doing with her?"

"Um...what?"

"YOU HEARD ME! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING ALONE WITH MY GIRLFRIEND?" If I wasn't so worried for Lester, my heart would've fluttered at him referring to me as his girlfriend.