Becoming a Jet

CHAPTER 7

Riff's POV:

I was getting the sewing machine. It was pitch black but I had a flashlight.

I heard a bottle break.

Shit.

I heard yells and screams. I knew I needed to get out of this place.

Just then, I knocked into something. A desk? I don't fucking know. All I know is that now her parents are coming up the stairs and I'm fucked.

Her dad opened the door. He probably saw me. I was definitely fucked.

He was searching the room when he stepped on my shoe. My breath didn't even hitch. I knew that if it did, I was gonna have to fight this violent fat dude. If he drank another beer, his liver would probably give out. But a beer fixes everyone's problems. Right?

"I don't think there's anyone here, Ruth."

"WELL KEEP LOOKIN' HUNTER!"

Jesus Christ

I thought he was violent, apparently not.

"IF YOU'RE SO SURE, COME UP AND LOOK YOURSELF!" He bellowed.

What in the Officer Krupke is this shit.

I hoped this dude would get out so I could get that damn sewing machine.

"I'm coming back down Ruth."

I heard footsteps descending.

Thank you Jesus.

I felt around a little more, and found the sewing machine. I kissed the folks goodbye, and left the hell hole. I don't know how Bella wasn't deaf by now. I don't blame her for wanting to leave.