Expect the Un-Expected

Expect the Unexpected ~ White Lies. (edited)

"Wealth is deceitful. Greedy people are proud and restless - like death itself they are never satisfied."

- BIBLE. The book of Habakkuk.

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Expect the Unexpected ~ White Lies.

After I head home, I quickly finished my homework and then added the final touches to my 'party frock'. I can't put it on yet: my mother would go bananas if she saw it. I tell my mum that I'm going to sleep round Ellie's. She's always my excuse because if my mum ever calls her, Ellie will just agree. She never asks but she always covers for me.

I couldn't be more grateful to be honest. Even though I hate straight out lying to my mum, it's for the best. I want to keep her from this. Plus, I'm used to keeping so many secrets. I prefer calling it white lies, as it's for the better.

I leave the house, the boss called mid-way through my maths homework. Apparently I'm going to be doing 'the usual' tonight. Even though I hate my job, it sure does pay dam well. I have to be careful you know... with the cops hanging around. I call a taxi. Dam, don't you just hate taxi's? I swear in films people always get raped in taxi's. Well I guess I'm just a risk taker then. Haha. Wut.

"Miss?" I see a hand being wafted in front of my face. Opps. I guess I daydream about taxi's for longer than I expected.

"Yeah, sorry?" Poor guys looking at me like I have a brain disorder. Whey hey. I probably do, I swear I'm so weird. Which is odd, considering my job. That rhymed, okay not really.

"...call a taxi?" The mans giving me a weirder look, I realise that u must of paused before registering what he had said. I didn't hear all of it but in pretty sure he was asking

"Did you call a taxi?"

"Oh um, can you drive me to Stapleford?..." I trail off at the end of my sentence. I don't want him to drive me to the exact address, as it will look a bit suspicious if management don't get there before the cops.

"Sure miss, it's quite far out though!" He chuckles nervously.

"Are you sure you are allowed to be doing this? You seem like a young lass to be going out at this time, to Stapleford of all places. Why, that's not even to go clubbing" He adds. Well to be honest I don't know what the nosy buggers on about, I'm 17, and he looks about, say... 20 maybe 21? Young lass? Pfft. I scoff.

"Uhh, no? I'm visiting my grandparents, my grandma isn't well..." I fumble with the hem of my jacket. The lies tumbling out easily.

"Oh. Sorry miss, get right in." Yup, that's right bitches. Guilt trip always works. Unless it's against a psycho, then it didn't really work. Not that I know...

Anywhore.

I get in the car and slam the door shut. That's right door. I have no mercy. Wait... Oh dear. I'm not even high. Well, I've never been high before... I'm just weird okay?!

I glance up to the driver... Hmmm, he's pretty fit. And familiar... Bleh. No idea.

I continue glancing out if the window, feeling my eyes droop a bit. Traveling always make me tired.

I look out the window. I realise that I'm quite near. I quickly get changed in the back if the cab. For fucks sake. He keeps looking at me. Even though he has a questioning gaze, the fuckers still looking at me... getting changed. Pervert.

I choose to ignore it, I can be bothered for an argument. Plus I want to save my energy for tonight. Saying that what am I doing tonight? Humph, speak if the devil. I feel my phone ringing. Surprise sur-fucking-prise. It's management. I pick up. "Hello?"