his good girl

chapter four

The next morning I woke up to Emma–Beth's daughter–screaming. I tiredly got out of bed and pulled on the first pair of pants I found. Just as I'm walking down the stairs Dean opens the front door speaking in a bad Italian accent, carrying a box of donuts. "Ay, Papa" he says. The kids rush over and grab the box from him, he switches out of his horrible accent and says, "Hi guys. Okay, go grab your bags. Quick, quick, quick, quick" He switches back to the accent, "This train's a-leaving the station."

"Fun Dad" Beth says as she zips up a backpack and hands it to him.

"Sad dad, I miss my kids" He puts his hands on his hips.

Groaning internally at how fucking annoying this man is i turn back around and go upstairs. I suppose he has to see his kids, but he wasn't really a great father... I run my fingers through my hair, I just love the feeling of greasy hair with a bit of crispy hairspray in it.

I go into the bathroom and turn the shower on, I leave the bathroom to grab a clean towel. Walking back into the bathroom it's already steamy. I undress in front of the mirror, my eyes ranking over my body as I do so. I feel sticky and gross. Not only do I feel gross on the outside, I feel gross on the inside, that man plagues my thoughts. I woke up about twice last night hot and bothered by the same man who pointed a gun at us.

I run my hands down the front of my body, the steamy water already setting an intimate scene. I squeeze my breasts gently pulling at my nipples wishing it was his hands instead of mine. Trailing one hand downwards a sharp knock sounds on the bathroom door, I open my eyes back up and sigh, "Who is it?" I called out.

"It's Beth! Ruby and Annie are coming over in ten minutes" she shouts behind the door.

"Okay! I'm almost finished" I sigh softly. I quickly wash my hair and body. I shut the water off and wrap the towel around my body. I wash my face in the sink and brush my teeth. I grab the hand towel and wipe the steam off the mirror, I see the mascara running down my cheeks and I wipe it off.

I got dressed in some leggings and a tank top, it's one of the only things that wasn't too slutty that is clean. I need to do laundry. I grab the bag of the money we had stolen and carry it downstairs to the girls. Beth stands at the counter, Annie sits at the island and Ruby shuts the door behind her saying, "So, I got $18 in tips." she walks over and also as a seat at the island, "Had to sell Stan's favorite set cufflinks for $250. Sara is playing her first soccer game in a T-shirt instead of a team uniform. Which gives us a grand total of $343, which means we now owe $59,657 to the violent street gang." She puts her phone down and looks at the two girls, "Please tell me you did better."

"I have $200 I can spare. And my half of the money we stole" I put it onto the counter.

"So $59,457" she says. I hand her the two hundred, Beth and Annie share a look, "what's going on?" Ruby asks.

"There's been a development," Beth says.

"What kind of development?" she asks, her eyes wide just like mine.

Without another word Annie gets up and she and Beth walk towards the backdoor. Ruby and I obviously follow behind them. My two sisters lead us all the way up the treehouse. I look over Annie's shoulder to see what they have hidden. "What the fuck" I mutter, my eyes wide. Annie moves inside the treehouse so I can have a better view.

"What am I looking at right now?" Ruby asks, looking at me as if I have answers. "What am I even looking at right now!" she yells.

There on the ground of the treehouse tied up is the manager of the grocery store that we robbed, his screams are muffled by the makeshift gag in his mouth. He rolls over like a worm.