Diaries of a Teenage Hooker

17

              I couldn't see Kendrick's face; I didn't dare turn away from the gun pointed directly at my face. I held up my hands slowly, right above my head. The woman's eyes were fixed on me too, displaying a mixture of hatred and fear.

"Margaret–"

"It's Mrs. Simmons to you! Now go on, speak!" she urged, shoving the gun closer.

"Please put the gun down. We're both unarmed," Kendrick begged, his voice sounding more panicked than I'd ever heard it; he was terrified. "What I told you is true. We came here to see someone."

"There's no male in this house and I've lived here ever since your people kicked me and my family from our homes!"

"Then this is just a big mistake! Look, let us go and we will never bother you again, I swear."

The beautiful old woman watched us for a minute, probably gauging whether two high schoolers were worth her trouble. Gritting her teeth angrily, she lowered her gun. "Get the hell out of my house."

Kendrick and I run out of there as fast as our legs could take us, with his cowardly dog already waiting beside the door. The disloyal little mutt had hightailed out of the room immediately Margaret arrived with her gun. Once we opened the door, he ran much faster than we could till he was in front of the car.

"Some dog," I taunted. Kendrick was unlocking the car, his eyes trained on the woman's house as if worried that a bullet would come hurtling towards us.

"Get in, hurry," he said. He had held open my door for me and was rushing to the driver's side.

I hid a smile. Crazy as it was, I didn't feel terrified about having a gun pulled on me. Instead, I felt very alive. Nothing this crazy had happened to me ever! But the downside about this was that the lead was a hoax.

Kendrick sped away from the house. The ride was silent for the most part. The disgraceful dog was curled up into a ball in the backseat, taking a nap comfortably.

"Do you want ice cream?" Kendrick asked me.

I nodded. "Can we stop by a phone store? I need to get a new one."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yes. Martin must've called a million times already."

"Right," he conceded, "but you know that this means that they can get to you again."

"I know."

There was nothing said after that. He took me to an ice cream place and I got a basic strawberry ice cream. He got cookies and cream. We sat in the car, just licking our ice cream, when a crazy idea came to my mind.

"What if I tell them I want to fuck them?"

"What?"

"I mean what if I told them that I want to sleep with them and made them meet me somewhere. Then, you sneak up from behind and restrain them or something."

"Lea that's cra–"

"Amazing! Why didn't I think of this earlier?"

"You can't be serious. Did you not see what just happened? We're dealing with professionals. They somehow brought us to a wrong address. It was somebody who they knew wouldn't welcome us."

"Well how else do you propose I find them?"

"We could go to the police."

"No Kendrick. I can't risk people seeing those videos."