Grand Theft Autumn

Chapter 12

Patrick's POV

At least they were feeding me. I was no longer tied up, but I was kept in the same room. I kept rubbing the spot where the person injected me with the drugs. I don't know what it was that they drugged me with, but it was strong. As soon as I woke up I felt like death. I don't remember what happened right after getting pierced by the syringe. Was I awake during that time? Did I do anything strange, or worse, hurt anyone? I had only woken up a few minutes ago.

I looked around me. The room seemed the same except for... There was a mirror on the wall. Why would they put a mirror in my room? I cautiously walked up to it. It was a thick one, and there was no way that I could break it, even if I hit it with the chair. Facing it, I nearly fell over.

I looked nothing like I did a week ago.

My hair was blond, clearly bleached. I had lost a lot of weight, and my eyes were red from the drugs, and I also was sporting a black eye. I was wearing the same clothes from when I was kidnapped, but they were dirty and covered in dried blood. I was wearing a Fall Out Boy sweatshirt and jeans. Ug... I needed a shower, badly.

The door opened up, and I turned around, bracing myself. Who knew who would be on the other side of the door, and what they would do to me.

As the door swung open, I put a smirk on my face, trying to act confident. The more nonchalant I was, the more I could pretend that everything was okay.

The same face with the ugly, dirty white tank top. It was K. I rolled my eyes. K was the leader of the group. His real name was Kyle, but that wasn't gangster enough for him, so K it was.

"Patrick. Glad to see that you have come to." K said, walking in. He left the door open behind him. I wonder if I could make a run for it... No. There are dozens of other people out that door, ready to kill me if I try to escape. There was no use in trying to get away. "Now, it is time for your mission. Remember, if you try and get away, we will find you and kill you." K said. My heart dropped. I had forgotten about this part. I would have to go on drug deals, and potentially kill people. K chuckled. "Not so tough now, eh?" He said, noticing my facial expression.

"What do I have to do?" I asked. K held out a plastic shopping bag.

"Give these drugs to the address that is in the bag, and collect money. Don't leave unless you have at least $200,000." K said. I took the bag, and looked inside. There was a sandwich bag of some white powder, and then another bag of some green crystal stuff. It smelled horrible. There was also a piece of paper, and a small knife. "When you get there, say that you are there for Ryan, and that you have his cake." Cake? Against my will, I let out a laugh. K's face hardened, and he frowned. "Something funny?" He demanded, and I shook my head.

"When do I leave?" I asked. K looked at his watch.

"You have 30 minutes to get there. You are going on foot, so don't get caught. If you aren't back in an hour, then there will be consequences." K said. He walked out, and left the door open. I started to make my way to the door, but two men walked in. Without a word, they grabbed me by the arms and started leading me out of the room.

The two led me out of the building, before shoving me and leaving me outside. I stumbled a few times, but then got my balance as the door slammed shut behind me. I opened the bag again and pulled out the address. If I remembered correctly, 23rd Street was past the motel. I hope that too much hasn't changed, because I could get lost really quickly. I didn't have the time to get lost.

I took off running, but as soon as I got out of the alleyway, I slowed. Can't seem suspicious.

Wait. I stopped in my tracks, and looked around. I was out. I could call the police and get away. I looked around me quickly. The sun shone bright, and I couldn't help but take in a deep breath. Fresh air. The air in the building was full of smoke, and sometimes it was hard to breathe. I squinted at the sun for a few minutes before someone knocked into me. I stumbled forward, but caught myself.

"Keep moving. We are watching you." The person who had pushed me said, and kept walking. My blood chilled. So there was no calling the police. I should have suspected that they would be watching me like a hawk. I started walking in the direction of where the motel was, picking up my pace slightly. Didn't want to be late. Lord knows what my punishment would be.

I kept walking, keeping my head down. About ten minutes later, I was walking past the motel. It was probably a trick of my imagination, but I thought I saw Natasha walking out of one of the rooms. No, that probably wasn't her. I continued walking, and I soon got to to the neighborhood. The address said the house would be numbered 3452.

3465... 3456... 3452! I quickly found the house, and jogged up to the front door. The lawn looked like it hadn't been mowed in a year, and it smelled like drugs. This had to be the place. The house itself had paint that was chipping, but there was a car in the driveway that looked surprisingly spotless. It was a silver SUV, that looked like it was just bought today. A quick glance at the licence plate told me that it was a few years old. I stepped closer to the front door, wincing as the floorboards creaked under my feet. My heart racing, I knocked. No response.

As I raised my hand to knock again, there was a crash inside, and the door swung open. A woman stood on the other side, her hair tied up messily to the side. She was wearing a white tank top that was stained yellow. She looked me up and down, before her eyes focused on the plastic bag.

"I- I am here for R-Ryan..." I stammered. The woman smirked, raising her eyebrow.

"RYAN!" She shouted, making me jump. "You have a visitor!" There was some thumps in the house, and a man came to the door.

"What the fuck do ya wan-" He started but then noticed the bag. His nostrils flared, which I found to be a bit interesting. After a few seconds of silence I remembered that I had a job to do.

"I- I uh- have your c-cake," I managed to get out. The man (who I assumed to be Ryan)'s face went red.

"ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID?!" He roared, then yanked me into the house. I stumbled, but didn't fall."What the hell were you thinking, do that right outside?" Ryan shouted. I flinched only once, but then put a steely look on my face.

    "I need $200,000." I said. Ryan frowned, and motioned toward the bag.

    "Show me the drugs." He said gruffly. I opened the bag slightly, but was prepared to close it if he tried to take it.

    "There. Now give me the money." I said. Ryan looked at his woman and nodded. She went further into the house, leaving Ryan and I. I hope that she was getting the money. Ryan looked me up and down.

    "Is this your first time, boy?" He asked. I shook my head. It seemed like a bad idea to tell him anything. "How is ol' K doing?" Ryan asked. I shrugged. Would it be best if I just didn't answer him at all?

    After a few more seconds of silence, the woman came back with a paper bag. I took it and quickly opened it up. From what I could see, there was at least $100,000 in there. I gripped the paper bag tightly and handed the plastic bag over. Without a word, I started walking out the door.

    Twenty minutes later, I had made it back to the headquarters. I had no time to hesitate. As I turned down the alleyway, two people came out of seemingly nowhere and dragged me back. The bag of money was taken out of my hands, and I was taken to the room.

    I guess this was my life now.