third point of view
"unwanted business, pt.2: your fault"
two months before summer
a month had passed since the day drayton murdered benji and contacted the woman who knowingly acted oblivious to her request, and even though drayton knew that her oblivion was a masquerade, a part of him truly believed by how convincing she sounded- as if she believed her own distorted words.
down spiraling since the tragic event, drayton found himself drinking two, four, six times a day, mumbling to himself, thinking he was talking to another person; that person being his brain and thoughts. having flashbacks of the pressure of the trigger as the bullets flew out without intention and the last few breaths of benji as he laid on the floor without a fight.
the calamity leaving an impact on his fragile being. the words of the woman never left him: " kill him".
how unexpressive and forbidding her tone was, as if this was routine for her and the task she had solely ordered was like making a P&J sandwich.
drayton yearned for shelter as the weather of los angeles was harsh and wet. the rain nearly felt like ice and the strong-willed winds hadn't made it nicer.
thankfully, he found a corner under the free-way bridge, 'it'll be alright for now' - drayton thought to himself as he made himself comfortable to his best ability.
his car got towed while he went inside a grocery store, hoping to get cleaned in the bathrooms, taking away his last consideration of a home.
luckily, he still had his phone with him but his phone wasn't much, he could barely keep it charged and had to convince his aunt to start paying his bill.
she bombarded him with questions but he remained silent about the truth and said it was only momentarily.
without further debate, she agreed, hung up, and began paying his phone bill which wasn't necessarily much so she never complained but did wonder why he couldn't pay a $40 phone bill.
though, guilt constantly troubled him, he knew this was his karma from three years ago and what made matters worse he had cursed his mother out on a drunken night unintentionally; he feared that their relationship was decayed.
'kill him'
drayton held at his head, rocking himself back and forth as he sobbed, the woman's voice beginning its rounds for the day.
'kill him' repeated and no's poured from his trembling lips as his breaths heavied and wheezed for release of the torture in his mind.
in the far background, drayton could faintly hear the sound of wet footsteps approaching him, the mud's stickiness embedded into their walk.
then a compelling lavender vanilla with a touch of weed scent danced past his nostrils— slaps to his cheeks distracting him from the constant abuse of his thoughts.
" huh-huh?" drayton in a slight panic, twisting and turning to scoot away from the person with his hands raised.
his eyesight leveling back into place, his tears momentarily blinding him, noticing the person who were crouched down to his level with a hood protecting their true identity.
" get up and come in the car" the person instructed, standing tall from their crouched position and walking to the black suv truck, giving drayton not a chance to rebel.
however, he knew exactly who the person was just with how they pronunciated their words and monotone tone.
it was the person who was taunting him nearly two minutes ago in his demented mind.
--
the car was warm and comforted drayton, though the heavy weed aroma and the glock 30 on the woman's lap didn't go unnoticed as she rolled the rolling paper.
an estimated twenty minutes had passed since he entered the car and it seemed like the driver was intentionally driving in circles around the blocks.
'what did she want from him?' - was drayton's question. at this point, his mindset was that if she was going to kill him, she should do it now and get it over with.
"m-miss... why i'm here?" he questioned hesitantly, careful about how and what he said around the armed woman.
he examined the woman, noticing the fairy tat on her hand which he thought threw off what she portrayed as entirely off--- then he saw her other hand had skulls tats on her knuckles which seemed to be ganged related--- it brought everything she portrayed as entirely back.
he still hadn't seen her face--- the black gucci sunglasses shielding her icy eyes, and her dark hair and hoodie shadowing her side profile.
a solid breath heaved from her lips as she shrugged, " you tell me"
drayton was beginning to think that her oblivion was a tactic to make you more fearful and doubtful--- it was working.
" i-i-i-" drayton could barely get his word out and taking him by surprise, anything other but a monotone tone left her lips.
she snickered and cackled softly before tilting her head slightly to the side to look at him, her blue eyes browsing over the tinted lens, mocking his stutter.
drayton felt embarrassed immediately by the tease, shrinking visibly in his seat making the woman roll her eyes, taking her attention away from him and back to her blunt, sealing it with her tongue before taking out a lighter from the small compartment.
flicking the lighter's trigger ( igniting a momentarily flashback of drayton pulling the gun's trigger ) and lighting the blunt, wasting no time inhaling the addicting smoke, letting the smoke fall from her pouty pink lips shortly after.
" be a man and sit up, you look stupid" she degraded, her tone back to its regular state: emotionless.
drayton did so, feeling more shameful than he did before.
" benji benji benji, son of a bitch owed me fifty grand... don't know why I kept him honestly, sort of glad you killed him. but you know-- I don't because I feel bad for you." her statement left drayton puzzled, not understanding where she was coming from.
'does she always play with her victims like this before she kills them...' - drayton thought.
" why..." drayton shakily asked, his eyebrow raised in utter confusion, his lips slightly gaped apart.
" well because now you owe me fifty grand. you killed him and now his debt is on you. crazy shit man should've just let him kill you, your fault"
author's note:
hello, I hope you enjoyed the chapter.
I had a mini writers block hence to why I haven't updated in a while.
feel free to comment and vote !
any suggestions or predictions?lmk
-fayescraft
