Will Vinny
"Okay...he seemed to take it well!" Leo exclaimed after hanging up the phone with Ceaser.
"What now?! Look, I just want Rookie to be in the clear. I can handle any assumptions about me, I'll just knock some sense into them, but you know Rookie, he can't hurt a damn fly! Although I'm not too sure after that one comment..." I explained.
"Now, now, Cuz. We will figure something out and by the sounds of it Ceaser has one. Right Leo?" Nick turned to me and then to Leo. Who had hope in his eyes.
"Yeah. By the sounds of it." He said, his tone seeming unconvinced. We all turned to look at a sulking Leo.
"Hey, what's wrong, man? You don't look too sure about this." Nick asked him. "I guess I'm not. Ceaser isn't just some person you can run to for your problems and automatically assume he'll help. He's going to get us to work for him, become his personal slave in order to help us. He's also a boss. A, uh, gang boss. You could say."
I sighed, eager to get this shit over with. I didn't give a rats ass how it was done—or what was done—I just wanted everything done. The accusations, the assumptions, everything!
"So, what? We give up?" I asked annoyed.
"No, Vinny. A plans a plan. We will get all of this sorted out, I promise." Leo seemed passionate enough, so why couldn't I? It was like I was having a lucid dream. None of this could be real, but it was. Rookie is also dealing with this. It's just a matter of for how long is the question.
For both of us.
So how exactly will we get people to shut the fuck up about this at all? If Ceaser is our only way, so be it! As long as my partner in crime doesn't have to deal with this shit any longer.
But what exactly is the plan?
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Rookie Chandler
"Rooks, can you get Hillary to eat her vegetables? I've been trying for hours!" I was so zoned out to even hear the rest of what my mother had to say.
There's bigger issues going around than your daughter not eating her vegetables.
Like me being accused of killing your husband. Like Will having assumptions going around about doing things to his little sister. You'd think it'd be the other way around, though it wasn't.
To me it didn't matter; they were both horrible. Accusations for murder and rape are terrible. So is being assumed of, both things. Really it didn't matter which people called it as what because either way it's still wrong to do or say. They have no proof either way. They have a picture of Will and Stella holding hands, so what? If people paid attention to anything about Will in that photo, or Stella, you could see that she simply got caught off guard and ran off...into someone's home. So of course he was going to chase her! Besides, they probably knew the people!
But...how I saw the photo was the biggest problem, for now.
It was on the internet. Someone had posted it with a caption similar to what Will told me. About how she 'looked scared' and 'ran away from him'. It looked nothing like that at all in the photo.
If anyone wanted me to do something about all of this then my first step would try to convince people to pay attention to the damn photo!
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