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———— Piss and Vinegar ————
________ AVRIL ❂
—— The streets were empty as per usual on a monday night. Trevor was being oddly quiet the whole drive to the meeting spot, his focus being on the clear road ahead of us, as well as behind. I wanted to talk, maybe ask him about what his dreams were once he had all the money in the world... but I couldn't. Everything was too quiet. As much as I enjoyed the peace, I knew it didn't last long around Trevor.
Trevor sharply turned into the vacant parking lot, his wheels getting caught on the enormous pile of snow. "We're here," he sang before pushing open his car door. "Stay in the car, cupcake. This will only be a moment." I had half expected to hear cries of agony from the contact, but Trevor seemed to have been able to go through with a peaceful pick up.
I jumped at the abrupt thump that echoed throughout the truck. I turned around rather swiftly, my hand instinctively reaching for the gun in the glovebox. There was a green army bag that was being put into the silver, stainless steel backpack of the truck. Soft grunts filled the air from T as he backed away from the backpack, his hand wiped away the sweat from his forehead. "What a fucking load of bullshit," Trevor announced as he lifted himself into the truck. "Lester got scammed for a few little sticky bombs."
"At least it's not us payin," I chuckled. "I just want to get this damn score over with... This is the biggest pain in the ass so far." Trevor grumbled something inaudible, but I didn't bother on questioning him to speak up. Sometimes it was better to ignore him than investigate. "From what Lest said, this ain't even a big one either. Enough—"
"You're actually planning on fucking leaving?" Trevor shouted over the truck's roaring engine, his knuckles paled from his strong grip on the steering wheel. "That is real bullshit!"
"Don't take it so personal—"
"Personal? PERSONAL??? I'M TAKING IT FUCKING PERSONAL, YOU CUNT," he yelled as his foot slammed on the breaks. Our truck was now sitting in the middle of the isolated road with one infuriated man with no filter, and... me... "You can't just up and fucking leave! You belong here!" The way his face contorted was unlike anything I had ever seen before. If I didn't know Trevor before, I definitely did now. "WE DON'T NEED YOU!!" Reaching over me, Trevor propelled my door open, then proceeded to unbuckle my seatbelt. "LEAVE," he demanded through clenched teeth.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I inquired as my brow furrowed. "I—"
"Out! NOW!" There were no words for me to speak anymore, he wouldn't listen. All he heard was betrayal or abandonment coming from my mouth. I gently slipped off my golden band from my middle finger, and placed it on the dashboard for Trevor to take care of. With that, I hopped out from the high rise truck.
My face reddened, and my eyes brimmed with tears as I watched the truck drive away. I knew the driver had no sense in remorse for what he had done... But somehow, I felt wrong for even breathing in his air.
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—————— MICHAEL ✦
Steam from the noodles fogged the closed window about the sink, as well as the glass door on the microwave. Most of the time I was never the cooker, however T and Av have been gone on that damned supply run for over an hour. T being T, I was sure that something had gone down, but it was always a surprise. He never had a set rule of thumb when it came to punishment or anything. Literally anything. He was a maniac, psycho son of a bitch. Poor Avril... I honestly don't know how she puts up with his bullshit for more than a minute at a time. Fucks sake, I barely can handle him for more than a few seconds, and somehow she stands by him everyday with intention? If I didn't already know she did heroin sometimes, I'd ask what kind of drugs she was on.
Avril seemed to always chase after the crazy ones, and I can vouch for that. After all, she was somehow sticking around our crazy asses. There's so much left for her to learn at the early age of 28, and yet I knew she wouldn't ever truly understand what it meant to keep your cool. She was on too many drugs as a teen that her leg never stops bouncing when she sits, and her eyes always have dark bags under them. Shit, I... I guess I just really like her, and I can't understand what she goes through on a daily basis. If anything, she's even less sane than T for wanting to be around him.
"Uncle T, is back," Trevor announced as he bursted through the front door. Trace didn't react, nor did Jim. "Mm, smells like shit! What'cha makin Mikey?" I turned to face him, but stopped when I noticed he was by himself with no trace of our main lady.
"Where's A?" He didn't respond. "What the fuck happened out there, T? It was just a simple fucking supply run?" I watched as he rolled his eyes with a drawn out groan. "Trevor..."
"What? You gonna scold me, huh? Look, Mikey... She was gonna leave us anyway! She was goin on about how slow this job is goin, sayin how she wants out. I did us all a favor!" Gasoline was now sitting upon my counter, and being sniffed by some lunatic I wasn't even sure was human anymore.
"Did you—" I stood astounded as her golden band was thrown down onto the counter. "You fucking MORON!! You-you killed her! You fucking killed her!" I pushed on his chest until his cup of piss colored gasoline flew from his hand. "I'm gonna fucking kill you!"
"Answer your phone, Mikey," Trevor snickered. I harshly grabbed my phone off from the counter, but didn't bother to check the caller ID.
"What?"
"Mike, hey... I uh..." It was Avril. She was still alive.
"Where are you? What did that bastard do to you?"
"Ooo," Trevor hummed. "Easy with the insults, Mikey. You might actually hurt my feelings."
"I'm- I really don't know where I am," Avril answered with a tremble in her voice. "I'm wearing fucking chinos and a turtle neck out here, Mike. I'm gonna freeze to death."
"You down by any stores by chance? Take a look around." I could hear her sniffle as the phone was whipped around. "Screw it," I sighed. "Try and find some place to settle for a minute, k? I'm gonna get a hold of Lester, then be on my way. I'll get you, Avril. I will." She hummed before I ended the call.
"How fucking sentimental," Trevor mumbled. "Why don't you just fuck her already, huh?" I rolled my eyes while scrolling down my contacts list. "Ah, you want to, don't you? Fuck her little brains out until she can't take it no more. Mmm Mikey, you're more of a freak than I thought."
"Fuck. You," I seethed. The phone rang a few times before Lester answered with a heavy sigh. "Hey, Lest. Got something important—"
"Yeah, Yeah," he grumbled. "She's... oh no." Silence engulfed his side of the call, immediately filling me with fear. "She's in bad territory, Michael. I'll send you the location."
"Get in the truck," I ordered Trevor. My face was reddened, and my phone was about the smash under my fingers. "GET IN THE GODDAMN TRUCK!"
