Streetlife

67 - Chats

FRANK JR POV

"Hey, baby sis, I didn't think to expect you til tomorrow?" I quickly hug Stef as the front receptionist had called me down to the lobby, saying I had a visitor and I wasn't even sure who it was. Part of me was scared that it was maybe Warbucks but he had yet to come here except to dump me off and I was grateful of that because I just couldn't look that lying man in the face. A man I hated so much and loathed despite the fact that I was off drugs because of him. But he put me in here to keep me away from my sister, I knew that and I was terrified for her. God was I ever.

Look at my babysis I see her hair is a little different as she wears light makeup, and small little gold chain with a heart pendant as I wonder if HE gave that to her. Maybe not because it wasn't flashy enough as she wears a thin thank and shorts as she snaps her bubblegum and shakes her head. "Ya, I know but I figured I had some free time and stuff. Why not stop by and see Frankie?" She smiles as I nod bashfully hoping she's ok.

We slowly walk toward the cafeteria one of the places where we were allowed to visit, and I clear my throat. "You hungry? I think they got sandwiches and cookies left. I can ask the cook. Oh and lemonade? Or water? Milk goes fast."

"Sure, Franks," she grins as she pulls out a metal chair which scrapes the floor loudly and takes a seat.

I nod as I shove my hands awkwardly in my sweatpants pocket. They keep it extra cold indoors and sometimes I forget it's the dead of summer as I quickly bring a tray stacked with odds and ends food which included a tuna sandwich, bologna sandwich, two peanut butter & jelly sandwiches, two packs of chocolate chip cookies, a bag of pretzels and two lemonades back for me and Stef.

I hoped this was be ok for her because it still seemed I was trying to just show my baby sis the best. Even if I failed at giving it to her that she took control and made her own life. As scary as that was.

I take a seat as I see the campus security guard watching us nearby as he appears to be reading the newspaper, his thermos with coffee on the table next to him and empty cookie wrappers as well, and I try to look away rather quickly. This felt an awful lot like prison sometimes, but I know I'd die in prison. I know I should be thankful that I'm here and not out on the street somewhere hooking which I hated half to death, and I should be thankful that it's just me and Stef visiting today, for I hated when other people had visitors at the same time as most people in here were super nosy.

Taking a bologna sandwich, Stef spits out her gum in a napkin as she opens the saran wrap around it. "You doin' okay then, big brother? They treating you ok in here and everything?"

I nod as I grab a peanut butter and jelly sandwich even if I did just eat lunch. It seemed I was eating better than when I was out and on drugs...even gained some weight and I didn't look so gasley anymore nor did my eyes bulge something I didn't even notice prior. "Oh I'm good, baby sis. What um, what have you been up to?" I try not to press as she takes a sip of her drink and looks right back at me shrugging her shoulders.

"Eh, looking for a job still. Not much luck but ya know I'm hopeful."

"Are you, um, eating ok and stuff?"

"Yeah. I mean I spend alot of time at Julius honestly. He still fucking hates me." She laughs as I'm relieved for maybe she wasn't hanging with Warbucks. Maybe?

"No, I'm sure he likes you baby sis. He's just funny like that. He can be sensitive."

"Yeah that's one way of putting it." He rolls her eyes as she sips her drink again and stares right at me with her intense eyes. "But spill I can always tell when something is up."

"Oh nothin' new except well, ya know, ummm, Dad called..."

"Wait, what? Dad? What the fuck did he wants?"