Risky Business with Bloody Cameras

Hell Of A Night

Alright, at this point you know the gist. If you don't then look at the title. I have a lot to yap about so I'm gonna jump in.

A week passed after the warehouse incident and I was basically on auto-pilot. After experiencing something that crazy everything else seemed even more boring, especially school. It was weird, I didn't think I'd be craving the rush that soon, but there I was. Abdul was doing better, with it almost feeling like things were back to normal. He stopped carrying the cloth with him and got more talkative. I was happy for him, something I could not say about Brick.

"Hey!" my dip-shit cousin yelled as I walked out of school. For some reason, he decided that was the day he'd haul his ass over and pick me up.

"What?" I questioned, mostly to myself. It was like I was on a prank show, with the punchline that I was stupid enough to think he'd bother.

"Come on, parking is a bitch!" he whined with his usual dooshbag voice. I rolled my eyes and hopped in. He was bumping some shitty pop-rap and reeked of sweat and ineffective body spray.

"Okay, what's going on?"

He scrunched his stupid face at my question.

"Wow, no small talk?"

I didn't even bother responding, just nudging his shoulder.

"Alright, alright, I'll spit it out."

He mercifully turned down that dogshit record and adjusted a mirror.

"Recently, I've realized that I haven't been that active in your life."

I couldn't help but laugh at that.

"Recently? You've been leaving me to fend for myself for YEARS! What the fuck counts as recent to you? My whole life past twelve!"

He slammed his car horn as a sad workaround for yelling at me.

"God, okay maybe I've been shitty for a while! But I'm just saying it's been hitting me more as of late now that we're both getting older."

I turned to the window, I didn't want to look at him as the bullshit spewed out of the second ass he called a mouth.

"I know I've said this sort of thing before but I seriously mean it this time. I want to be there for you more now, especially cause you'll be an adult in a few years and that's scary."

"Yeah, and if I make it to 65 you'll try to feed me the same empty promises now that I'm entering retirement." I rolled my eyes to the sky as I said that.

He took a long sigh, wanting to make an excuse but knowing there wasn't one.

"What do you want from me Utsidihi? I've given you a stable home and freedom other kids dream of having." he spoke somberly, which just made my blood boil.

"Okay, fine you wanna know what I want? I'll fucking tell you! Stop promising to do better and then patting yourself on the back! It feels like every year you act like you'll try harder, and then ditch me after a month max. Just admit that I'm a tax write-off to you so we can move on!"

His look of bewilderment was just as stupid as I expected.

"Don't look at me with shock, you know that this is a waste of time just like all the times you did it before."

"Look, I'm sorry, but you have to give me one more chance-"

"Hah! I've given you fifty last chances at this point."

He gripped down the steering wheel, trying not to start screaming at me like usual.

"None of what you said is wrong, I'll admit that. Still, if you think you know the ending can't you at least play along?" he practically begged, glancing at me.