The Rainbow Effect

Morals and Money-Edited

As we pull up to her exes house, I was silent. My mind kept racing about how this is illegal, and all in all, Brittany really isn't a good person. I mean, she's used her ex for money, now she's stealing from him. We slowly walk up the stoop, careful to not make any noise in case he was actually home. Brittany searches for the spare key, which is usually in the crack of the column that holds up the front of the house. It wasn't there, so she searches for her spare key, which is on her key ring. She places it in the lock, yet it won't turn. "Damn faggot must of changed the locks." She mutters, taking a hair pin out of her hair, she straightens it, and places it inside the lock. Circle. Twist. Push. Lift. Circle. Pop. The door unlocks and slides open. "Okay so we can pretty much take whatever we want, not like he doesn't have enough money to replace it all." She states, looking around the gorgeously furnished home.

I watch as she skips into one of the bedrooms, and returns with a few empty boxes. She opens them, and places them on the top of a beautiful marble counter top. "Remember, anything we want is ours." She says, smiling. "Here." She pushes a box towards me, I reluctantly take it. I observed the kitchen, arching my eyebrow at the amazing knife set, I lift it, and gently place it inside the box. He had a blender, which I needed greatly, so I placed it into the box as well. I opened his fridge, and took every item of food I could. There were so many fancy meals and cartons of this and that. I also raided his cabinets and pantry, taking the food and tossing them into the box. I closed it, writing "Kitchen" on the side with a sharpie. 

I get another box, and I go looking for Brittany. She's in the living room, placing a vase in her box. "Isn't this just gorgeous?" She questions, gesturing to the glass centerpiece on the table. 

"Yeah, it's awfully pretty. Seems like a lot of money was spent on it." I state, sitting down on the unbelievably comfortable couch. She ignores my statement, then she closes the box, and tapes it. She walks into the what I'm assuming was her old bedroom she shared with her ex. She opens the closet, and pulls out all of her clothes, and dumps them into a trash bag. She goes to a dresser, opens it up, and dumps all those clothes into that trash bag too. She grabs another box, this one is smaller, and puts a few books, movies, a small bed side table lamp, a picture frame with her and her kid on it, and a lap top, Ipad, Ipod, chargers, a nook, and a stereo into it. I stood there, leaning against the door frame, watching her. She closes the box, tapes it up, writes "Electronics/Bedroom Shit" on the side.

She grabs another box, hands it to me, and says "To the bathroom." I walk behind her and we go to her bathroom. "Hold the box tight, it's gonna get heavy." I do as she says. She strips the entire bathroom clean. I close the box, write "Bathroom" on the top, and walk out of the bathroom. "Anything else?" I say. I sit down the box, she was right, it got pretty heavy.

"Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmm....." She looks around. "Nope. Let's roll." We grab the boxes, and walk to the car. Once we had placed all the boxes into the car, she says "Oh. Yea. Do you need a new tv? Or 2?"

I shrugged me shoulders in response. She walks into the house, I wait for her to return. She comes back out 5 minutes later with a 36 inch flat screen, cords, and a remote. She hands them to me, walks back inside. I sit the stuff in the car, and wait for her again. She returns this time with a cable box, and a remote. And a 60 inch flat screen. She puts them in the car. We can't fit anything else. Ha. That's what she said. I chuckle at my personal joke.

She climbs in the car, and waits for me. I get in, put on my seat belt, and we drive home. "Okay so, since we obviously just basically bought you a whole new make over, we should go sell some of your old stuff tomorrow, maybe like a yard sale or something. I'll remake it all for you." She says, placing a hand on my thigh.

"I actually like the way my place is decorated. I really don't need this stuff. It isn't right taking it from him. He's the one who worked for it, not us. We should return it." I mumble.

"Now you wanna back out after we've done it? Look, I'm not as much as a goody goody as you. We took it, it's ours now. Deal with it. I took his money, and his belongings, I could do the same to you. So I suggest you shut it and help me move this inside." She replies angrily, sliding out of the car. 

I sit there speechless.