The Drug Dealer and Me

1

  "Shitttt!!!" I heard the strange boy curse, looking back to see that he had tripped over what looked to be like... Nope. I was wrong. He had just tripped over because his pants were way too far down his legs. My hands automatically flew up to cover my innocent eyes when I saw that he had no shorts under his jeans, just his now exposed underwear and legs. "SO UM ARE YOU GOING TO HELP OR NOT?!" He yelled at me, struggling to get up.

  I uncovered my eyes to glare at him, shuddering slightly when I got an unwanted look at his boxers, which were by the way unicorn patterned.

  "EXCUSE YOU, SIR, BUT YOU WERE THE ONE TO GET ME IN THIS STUPID SITUATION!" I half shrieked, sincerely wishing with all my heart I could choke him. I watched as he tried to come out with a retort, almost laughing when he struggled to pull his pants back up. Did he not button it up or at the very least wear a belt with them? I almost felt bad as I watched him struggle. Then again it did serve him right for getting me involved in this.

  I ended up helping him out anyways, the two of us resuming our running right after he yanked his jeans back up from his calves. How had they even gotten that low?!

  I started thinking to myself as we ran, which was probably not the greatest thing to do, seeing as it was that we were running for our lives and that we should have probably tried to stay as focused as we could. My first thought? I didn't even know his name! Why was I stuck with him, dealing his own mess? I looked back occasionally to see him struggling to keep his jeans up, stumbling occasionally when it got to his knees. Wasn't it the girl who usually stumbled in these kinds of situations?

  My thoughts were interrupted as I felt his hand push my back, urging me to run faster. I wasn't athletic, I couldn't do this! I could barely jog a mile without getting completely winded!

  The men who were chasing us were getting closer. Their voices were getting louder, each taunt and menacing threat growing worse and worse by the second. I could feel myself slowly losing hope of ever escaping... Of ever making out of this alive. How could someone like me have gotten into this mess?

4 Hours Ago:

  "KERRIAY!!" My sister shrieked into my ear, awakening me. My eyes snapped open at the horrible sound and I cried out, rolling off the couch in shock. I winced as my head made contact with the hard, unforgiving, stone cold floor, the rest of my body making a almost comical thudding sound. "Yes, my dearest sister, Laurie?" I hissed, rubbing my head in pain.

  "We ran out of milk," my little sister smirked down at me. "Mom said to go get some." Laurie waited for me to react to her words. I didn't think she realized that all that I could process at the moment was the pain radiating in my head, back, and butt because of her stupid shrieking.

  Finally processing her words, I gave her a look of disbelief, slowly starting to sit up. "So you decided to wake me up from my nap, just to scream at me that we need milk?" I gaped at her.

  "Yep."

  Giving Laurie another look, this time one of pure death, I shook my head and let out a deep sigh. I had to count to ten before opening my eyes, finally giving her a blank look. I wanted to cry as I got up, my back letting out an audible crack as I leaned forward. "Fine..." I grumbled, going to change out of my pajamas. Entering my room I saw evidence that someone had been in here, everything more messed up than it usually was. "LAURIE!!" I shouted in irritation. "WHAT?!" She yelled back.

  "WERE YOU IN MY ROOM AGAIN?!"

  "WHAT DO YOU MEAN?! WHY WOULD I GO INTO YOUR DIRTY LITTLE ROOM?!"

  We spent a few more minutes bickering back and forth, only stopping when my mother shouted at the both of us to shut up or else she would make us, and resolved to just shooting each other dirty looks. I wandered back into my room, checking for any more signs of disturbance. If my sister hadn't done this, then who did?

  Out the corner of my eye I could suddenly see something moving, and I slowly turned to face it, grabbing my brush to use as a weapon. Under a pile of my clean clothes, something was moving around, trying not to be seen or heard. I slowly crept toward it, scarcely breathing and tried my very hardest not to make a sound. That of which was of course a great feat, seeing as it was that I was about as subtle as a drunk elephant on rollerblades.

  Getting closer and closer to the pile, I finally yanked off a few shirts, giving a dumbfounded stare at the sight in front of me. "Bella!!" I exclaimed in an exasperated tone, throwing the shirts in my hand at her. My two year old mutt gave me what one would interpret as a sheepish look, wagging her stubby tail.

  "You know you aren't allowed up here, shoo, shoo!" I waved her away, threatening to whacked her butt with my brush. She scrambled off and out the door in fear that I would actually hit her with the brush. I shook my head, staring at the door. "Oh you dumb kid..." I muttered, shutting the door. Why was it that she was always in my room, not Laurie's or Ted's?

  I went to check my phone, the time being 12PM, the same old no new messages staring right back at me. Did all my friends decide that they had lives, or that they had more relevant things to do than to text me? The nerve of these people... I thought to myself, tossing my phone onto my bed and went to raid my closet for something clean to wear.

  All that I could produce was a pair of wrinkly pink sweats and a 'I Heart One Direction' shirt that was a bright purple color. "Note to self," I mumbled. "Do thy laundry later." I ran a brush through my long blonde hair, giving up halfway and threw it up into a ponytail instead. "Screw you hair, I'll deal with you later."

  Grabbing some money and pulling on my dirty beat up pair of Converse, I rushed to get out of my house before anyone could see me, mainly my mom so that she wouldn't insult my outfit. I almost made it out safely and unnoticed until I heard Ted scream in horror. "EW WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU WEARING?!" He shrieked, my mother hearing him. I rushed out the door before she could get a glimpse of what I was wearing, slamming it in terror and ran down the driveway and out onto the street. My mother almost always had something to say about what I was wearing, feeling the need to criticize me every time I walked out the door.

  "Not today, mom, not today..." I chuckled in triumph, gleeful that I made it out of the house unscathed, even if it was just barely.

  Walking down the street, I started singing to myself, looking around. It was a generally busy day, yet still nice. Cars passed by, for some reason some of the drivers staring at me. People were out and about, going for an afternoon jog or on their lunch break, some walking their dogs. It was a bit chilly out, but it was comfortable enough not to have a jacket on. A sudden gust of wind slapping me across the face as I walked, also blowing dirt in my eyes and a few leaves. I sputtered slightly, blinking rapidly as my eyes started to water and itch. Did the wind have it out for me today?

  I continued to walk, sending off a quick text to my mom that I was almost at the store when I suddenly ran right into a pole, my head the first thing to collide with it. DOES EVERYTHING HAVE IT OUT FOR ME TODAY?! I internally wailed, taking back what I said about it being a nice day. It was a downright horrible day so far. I was about halfway to WalMart when I realized that I had forgotten my hoodie and was now walking around like a bright neon sign, also realizing that it was the reason why I had so many people staring at me.

  I let out a scream, startling everyone in hearing distance, and kicked a pole, hopping around in pain and immediately regretted my actions. Could this day get any worse? I thought to myself in misery. I was to soon find out that yes, the day could get worse.