Dahlias pov i wake to screamin. baz. ugh. "what the fuck is going on here?!" i sit up and glare at him as craig smiles pulling me closer...little shit. "hey baz" i huff at baz "shut the fuck up it's too early for your weird ass macho shit" annoyed. laying back down. "no! what the fuck are you doing wearing little to nothing! in bed with Craig!" he spits anger rolling off of him. i glare "the fuck is that any of your business baz? huh?! why do you think what i do is any of your fucking business?!" fed up. "you're-" i cut him off "NOT YOURS! i do NOT belong to you like a piece of property Barry! you want someone who belongs to you? go home to cath and your fucking child you had while we were together! what i do and who i do is none of your fucking business barry! that means if i wanna lay in this bed with craig in my underwear or absolutely nothing...i fucking will. if i want to fuck him i will" "can you?" craig pipes up with a smirk and i roll my eyes ignoring the heat that rises in me at his words "if i want to get plastered and have a one night stand and maybe...maybe...have a fucking child...i will. and it's not your business baz! you want me to be your business and have a say? might've wanted to think about that before you fucked catherine and had a fucking baby. so you, and your bitch in mexico, your kid, catherine, and all your other bitches can fuck off" i snap. turning around laying back in craig's arms taking in his warmth "craig ain't good for you" he calls. i scoff "and what? you're a prize? funny" and he huffs and storms out.
craig grins "you wanna fuck me?" "that's not what i said" i tell him scoffing with a laugh. he chuckles "offers here though" stroking my face gently and he adds "he never deserved you, you know" i reply "i regret the day i forgave him for fucking julia" he replies "i wish you hadn't either" i ask him "how's that shoulder?" "how's yours?" he asks. i reply "i'm fine." slapping his hands away as he tries to check. i check his and nod "looks good but clean it with disinfectant and shit and get a new bandage" he smiles "aye aye nurse" i roll my eyes cutting up a line and snorting it and taking a few pills and he says "not too much. pope catches wind of you on shit he'll blow a gasket, then i'm the one getting buried" taking pills and i nod and i head to my room and shower and dress in
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i head into the hallway and see J. he hugs me "you're okay" i nod "yeah kid im okay...what's up?" "they said you got shot and i was worried and-" i smile "gonna take more than a shoulder shot to take me out J. i'm fine. how are you? need anything?" stroking his cheek. "i'm good...just happy you're okay" he smiles "cmon we're going out back. i nod and we do. he plays ball with the guys minus craig and i. i watch as pope comes up out of the water with baz bloody. buzzed out of my mind. high as a kite. i stand and take my shot and check his face "you good Andy?" he nods "im good." i nod and he stops me and says eyeing me "you high?" craig freezes and i tell him "got a hole in my shoulder pulsing like my heartbeat. craig gave me some of those pain pills he got...it's good shit. it's all it's for. servin its purpose Andy" kissing his cheek. handing him a rag for his nose "keepin an eye on you and that wound of yours. can't let it get infected" i nod "yes dr andy" he scoffs "shut up" and pressures J to drink. i take the shot "see? shot done" sitting back with craig happily. he asks "wanna come see renn with me?" i chuckle "and hear you fuck her? no thanks pretty boy" and he chuckles and we spend more time together.
later
shit with the cops is hot right now. i keep an eye on craig worried. my wound is irritated and i've been doing what i could but he won't really let me care for him. he just keeps taking pills. think he has an infection but he's too proud to ask for help and he's worrying me. pope and them talk and i try to pay attention but all i can do is eye my pale friend. "you shouldn't have done the job in the first place. you got princess and Craig here shot with your job. how are you a leader and coulda gotten two of our own killed" smurf asks about the other guard other shit.
"why was j all banged up when you got home?" smurf asks referring to i don't even know what anymore and i look to j and he tells me seeing my worried look "im okay aunt Lia" and i eye andy as he answers and j blatantly lies for him. smurf gets mad about where they left the car. i say "what else were they going to do? craig wasn't looking too good and needed help." andy and deran say "so did you"
smurf points to me, Deran and craig and tells us what to do with the car. i say "mama smurf" "enough Lia" she snaps. i can deal with it...but looking at craig...i don't think he could. no one's noticing how he's doing but me it seems. i don't want to overstep and him be pissed. but i also don't want to stay silent of his struggles and him die from it. deran isn't happy about it calling out baz and she says he fucked up. "how could he have known the cops would change their routine out of nowhere smurf? even i scoped that place and they've not been there before that night" i say.
she says "lia i said enough" "no. it's not enough because you aren't listening smurf! it's all fucked up but who's idea was it to do this job? your poster boy baz. he made this call and craig and i got shot and could've gotten killed for it! look at us smurf!" i snap back. smack. "when i say shut your mouth you listen" she snaps. "yeah well when craig collapses from his wound you all seem to be ignoring that's causing him pain and an infection don't come and thank me or apologize. when baz and his bullshit calls get one of us killed don't show up to our funeral because it coulda all been avoided if you had just listened to me" i snap.
she grasps my face harshly "im the leader here. me. i'll pay attention to what need paying attention to and you'll do as your told lia" shit with smurf is always hot and cold with us. she never stays kind for long. "now go and strip that car" pushing me onto the couch making it hit my shoulder and i wince in pain. fuck that hurt. "now! get to it!" i scoff "fuck this" grabbing my shit and leaving. "you get back here Lia!" she snaps. "smurf" baz calls her and she huffs "what" "can't just do shit like that with her..." and i don't hear the rest as i get on my bike and i leave to the beach and sit on the beach watching the waves. my phone keeps going off and i see its calls from andy, smurf, deran.
texts from all parties telling me to help strip the car. threats from pope. unlike the guys i saved a shit ton of my money. so if smurf cuts us out or i walk...i can live comfortably. i sigh seeing another call. from craig "hello pretty boy?" i sigh and he winces "mexico" "what? craig what's going on?" the phone tussles and andy says "taking him to mexico for aid and i think you should get it too come now or not at all it's looking real bad just as you said" fuck, i hang up and get on my bike and speed to the house as its later and get in the truck with baz and Craig. "step on it" i huff out of breath. he does and i check on the wound and i curse seeing the puss. any time id try and care for him and keep it clean he'd say he's got it. i ask "the fuck happened?" "he was trying to drain it himself" he huffs. i glare at craig "what the fuck?" "renn said i'd need it drained" i huff "by a professional bub" and he remains in and out of consciousness and i hold him. "smurf didn't mean it" baz says. i roll my eyes "not your place to talk to me about. if she wants me she can come apologize herself. i'm tired of the hot and cold shit with her and being ignored and talked over in the group. it's exhausting and i don't like wasting my breath. and to see bad shit keep happening because no one fucking listens to me or pays attention. and i'm tired of smurf abusing me when i got shit to say. that being said i'm out until shit changes." he presses on the break and i snap "watch it!" "what the fuck do you mean you're out?!" he snaps. i reply "how many times did i tell you this job wasn't a good idea and we should plan longer because i felt like something was missing and was goin to go wrong baz? you didn't listen. just like smurf and now look. i have a fucking hole in my shoulder and craig has a fucking infection. which could've been avoided if you let us go to mexico when it fucking happened" annoyed and i say "my life isn't worth your ignorance or smurfs god complex. and it's not worth being kicked around for. i have more than enough money to live with and off of. if spent right i won't need a job for over a year. i'm straight" running my fingers in craig's hair gently. "what will your beloved pope say?" he asks. "popes wanted me out since you cheated on me with julia. he'd be happy i'm getting out" i reply. deciding silence the rest of the ride.
