Shameless, Reckless Love (GirlxGirl)

Part 2: Chapter 10

Later the same night.

It was getting dark outside and time was of the essence. If Ricki was going to get rid of Faye properly, she was going to need a little assistance from professionals... Or at least somewhat professionals.

Ricki pushes open the (unlocked) front door of her house, and immediately hears loud chatter and laughing coming from the kitchen and dining area. She marches to the scene, and sees Tony and Joey sitting at the table, playing the hand game, Mercy, like idiot middle schoolers. Behind them are a couple of their college dropout buddies with loads of beer bottles and cigarettes in their hands. One of the older guys are with Ricki's eldest sister, Iggy. Iggy (who had recently been in jail for a petty crime) was sitting on the guy's lap in her army fatigue jeans and off-white, crop-top tee shirt. The two of them were just giggling like madmen and whispering in each other's ears. Iggy was a total catch to the men, and women, in this neighborhood. She was honest, trustworthy, and overall an all-round, down-to-earth girl that everyone loves to be around. Many times, Ricki notices that Iggy really knows how to get by with her "live life to the full" attitude, despite the life they were born into. And Ricki is inspired by that.

"Whaddup, Rick!" Joey says, taking a break from his dumb game.

"Thanks for not bringing your "friend" over." Tony adds, and the mention of Eden practically makes Ricki's arm hairs stick out more. She, internally, shakes off the feeling.

"You fuckers know where Faye Gallagher's been hanging out recently?" Ricki tries to ask casually. Iggy stops her love whispering to look at Ricki for a moment.

"Last time I was out, she was at her usual. The Alibi." Joey answers her, taking a swig of his beer.

"That bitch." Ricki mumbles to herself. She had checked that place twice earlier.

"Why do you care?" Tony, nosily, asks.

"I kind of have to kill her." Ricki answers, without any shame after it. Suddenly, Ricki's 13 year old sister, Jamie, barges into the conversation.

"Did I just here the word "kill"?" Jamie asks everyone, and goes to open the fridge door.

"Yeah, but don't go and snitch, or I'll break your damn arms off." Tony threatens. Jamie then scoffs.

"Seriously, snitch? I'm not frickin' Mitchell." Jaime reminds him, and starts chugging a milk carton.

"I just need some weapons, alright." Ricki tells her brothers.

"Uh, tire irons, crowbars?" Joey suggests.

"I'm thinking maybe a knife." Ricki adds, and Jamie suddenly starts making "tsk" sounds in the background.

"Nah, man," she starts. "Don't you know anything about forensics? Knife equals a lot of blood flow. One drop left behind, and that's life in the joint for your sorry ass." Ricki sighs in aggravation.

"Why are you still here?" Ricki asks Jamie. "Don't you have like boyfriends you should be texting or something?" Jamie just rolls her eyes in response.

"No, seriously, Jamie, go back upstairs. This is big kids talk." Iggy speaks out.

"I'll go if your friends pass me one of those cigarettes." Jamie negotiates.

"Not happenin'." Iggy tells her.

"Ricki and the boys smoke all the time!" Jamie complains.