Death's Call

Chapter 12

Alex's POV:

"Let me get this straight, you bought drugs from a random stranger at a bar, sold some to your friends, ended up distributing for that stranger, who in fact works for a syndicate, and now he won't let you out since you know too much? Am I getting it right?"

"Pretty much." He said.

I couldn't stop walking back and forth, my mind was trying to process the situation. Was this some kind of childish prank to you with me?

No, it couldn't those guys looked serious and what would Dustin gain from lying to me?

Oh my God. What has this kid gotten himself into? I paced around then stood in front of him. "Why didn't you call the cops? Letting a minor work forcefully, let alone, sell drugs is illegal."

"And you think they'll care. It's not as simple as that. If I called the cops on them they'd kill me and my mom. I can't get away so easily."

"So what, you're going to continue to be their errand boy?" I asked frustrated by how serious the situation had gotten. I thought he was doing drugs, I didn't know he was selling it. "If that's what it takes to keep my mom safe, yeah, I will do their dirty work." I scratched the back of my head, standing in front of the kid. He was doing this for his mom. But why would he get himself involved in the first place. "I can do it myself. You shouldn't get involved. They are ruthless, they will kill if they have to, just to protect their business." He stood up throwing his bag over his shoulder. "I can't get anyone else involved in my shit. Just pretend you saw nothing." I can't do that. He's a kid facing all this on his own.

I turn to him as he was walking towards my door. I bit the bottom of my lips and sighed, "wait. You can't do this on your own." I shuffle my hair messily in irritation. Even if the idea of having to get involved with drug dealers terrified me, I couldn't let this kid face all this on his own. He could get hurt, or worse, killed. "I'll help you," I say and he opens his mouth to retort, "don't try to dissuade me cause I might just allow it." I really didn't want any part in this but if there were bad people threatening a little kid like this, I couldn't just sit around doing nothing. I have to protect this bratty kid. Even if I know I was going to regret it.

"But-"

"But nothing. Get some sleep. I'll see what I can do tomorrow."

He rolls his eyes and looks back at me with a small nod. "But no cops. That's my only condition." He says and I agree with a slight smile.

Once he was gone, I sat on my couch lost in thought. The fright starting to settle in. A dark chill crawled up my spine as I thought of what the drug dealers could do to Dustin. He was stuck and I needed to free him.

I squeezed the little locket around my neck, finding comfort. An alert on my phone sounds off and I look at it to find a notification.

therapy session at 8:00am.

I drop the phone to the side, sighing. With so much on my mind I forgot about tomorrow's meeting with Vincent. At this point, going wouldn't be the smartest idea. I had to help Dustin. I was his guardian till his mom got back.

The cops were the safest people to call and make aware of this situation. I'm sorry kid, but that's the best option. I'll be way over my head if I tried to fix this myself.

But an uneasy feeling creeps up my skin as I realized something, what if the kid's lying? I mean, drug dealers in Williamsburg? Something's not right.

And I'm sure I'll get my answers tomorrow. Whether he was lying, or not.

I looked back at my phone and frown at the time. It was almost six thirty and Darian hadn't shown up yet.