"Never let an old flame burn you twice"
Sydney Janes was a normal teenager until she got behind the wheel one fateful night. She lost her parents in a bad crash, but found Tony Becker - Hollywood's infamous troublemaker. Seeing she was only a kid wh...
"Talk to Omar lately?" Damian asked on the way home from work.
I shook my head. "For what?"
Damian laughed, locking his phone screen. "He been up my ass since Wes left."
"He doesn't know what to do without being in someone's shadow."
"Facts," Dame agreed.
When I took a right, he asked where we were headed as it wasn't the normal way home.
"Delaney's, gotta get that check," I talked low, tired.
Damian pulled the beer from his lips. "Oh, Syd's aunt? What's up with her, ain't heard shit since Tom left."
I parked at the fourth house on the left in the development.
"You stayin' in here?" I asked him, hopping out.
"Yeah," Damian answered, whipping out his phone.
Knock. Knock. Knock. I waited for her to answer, her car was in the driveway so I knew she was home.
"It's open!" I heard her yell from inside.
I looked back at the truck to see Damian probably wondering the same as me: why didn't she just hand it over?
I just pushed the door open and walked into a foul smell that made me cover my nose with my shirt at first.
"Hello, Wilson," Delaney talked more in a more airy tone that usual.
My eyes wandered around the dark living room. Her paintings went from uplifting and natural to more emo portraits.
"Wine?" she offered, clicking across the floor in a pair of pumps.
"No, thanks," I declined, holding up the wall.
"Cigarette?"
"No. Thanks. I'm just here for the check-"
"How's Sydney doing?" Delaney asked, walking into the kitchen. I followed, hoping that she'd give the check sooner.
"She's good. I'll tell her you asked for her. Now, the check-"
Delaney started laughing, lit cigarette in the same hand she held her glass of white wine.
She looked like she lost it a long time ago. Her hair was dull and flat, and she didn't bother wearing any eye liner unlike normal so she looked different, older.
"Is she good? Don't lie, she's never been good. She has a lot of secrets, that girl," Delaney puffed her cigarette, staring out the window.
"Don't we all," I excused, trying to keep things light.
When Delaney then told me to lean forward, I did.
She whispered, "Well you didn't kill your parents."
I laughed out loud at her joke, taking the paper check from her fingers.
But Delaney didn't think it was funny.
My face fell, seeing there was no punchline.
"Bye, Will. It's been a pleasure," Delaney glowered, walking to the back.
BEEP! BEEP!
I walked outside to Damian rushing me.
"What took you so long?" he asked me as soon as I sat in the driver's seat.
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