unexpected - b.w.s

43. Money

After what happened at the toilet three days ago, I walked straight home. Not even bothering to say goodbye to the others. I comepletely freaked out. Bradley freaked me out. His mood swings are just too much for me to handle. I don't understand him.

It sounded like he didn't understand it too well himself.

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(Brad's P.O.V)

"Here." I handed him the little plastic bag, looking around if someone saw us.

"How much?" He did a nod, trying to findes it's weight by holding it in his hand.

"1.3" I said bluntly. He looked at me giving me a look saying he didn't believe me. I rolled my eyes. "Look, if you could just give me the money that would be nice." I snapped.

"It just don't feel like 1.3." He said as if I lied. I could though, but this time I didn't last time that happened, it did not end well.

"Just give me the fucking money, alright?" I looked around yet again, hearing cars driving by. "I'll beat the living shit out of you, if not you do it soon."

This time he got his wallet out taking out the money. I took them, counting them. "You've only giving the fucking half of what I should get."

"I don't have more?" He shrugged like it wasn't a big deal, well new flash you idot, it is.

"Then find some!" I hissed.

"What do want - giving me the goddamn drugs recieving half price, or nothing?" He said sassily.

I scoffed, walking off. I knew this was going to be a big problem. I didn't another option. He said clearly he wanted the money tonight. I just knew he was going to be mad when he would find out all of them was not here.

The wind made me shiver. It sucked. Not just the weather, but the fact that I had to this. It was the only way though. None of my family, or friend knew about this. Only the ones I did it with. I had no idea why they did the same I did, but to be honest, I didn't even give a fuck. They weren't my real friend. I did not have any real ones. But it didn't matter, I didn't need anyone in my life.

When I got there, I knocked on the door. Deep inside there was a little voice telling he wasn't there. I knew he was, but I was hoping.

The door swung open, revealing him standing there looking as dead as ever.
He stepped back, signaling me to go inside, which I really didn't want to. But saying no was worse, so I did.

I silently handed over the money I just got, to him. He licked his lips smiling, while nodding. But then suddenly his head shot up, looking at me furious.

"Where's the rest?"

"There is no left." I shrugged, even though my heart was beating all up in my throat. I almost couldn't breath.

"Do you want me to beat you up or what?" He raised his thick eyebrow up, waiting for answer.

"No I just-"

"You fucking what? I'm gonna beat the shit out of you anyway." He said, just before he punched me right at my jaw, making it say a broken noise.

I held my hand up to my face, stumbled a bit back. I could feel my anger ground inside of me, and before I even knew what I was doing, I punched him back.

This time, a woman a couple of years older than me step into the room we were in. She was only in her rope, and you could clearly see she was naked under. The opening of it went all down to her bellybotton making most of her breast show.

"What's happening?!" She squealed, looking worried.

He didn't answer though, he said Instead something to me. "How dare you to look at my girlfriend like that?" He punched me again, making her scream. Girlfriend?! He was like twenty years older than her.

I, on the other hand, hit him back. Suddenly I felt something sting right above my hip bone, making me groan in pain. I looked down, seeing he had stuck a little dagger or knife inside of me.
He took it out again, making me almost scream, so as the woman behind him.

"What the fuck?!" I moan, the pain os unbelieveable. I placed my hand on top of it to stop the bleeding, but it hurt more, I bit my lip from stopping groaning about the stupid pain. Soon I could I taste blood, saying I bit too hard.

Before he could anything else, I stumbled out of the door, running as fast as I could, but the pain made it hard.

When I had walked enough I fell down leaning against a brickwall. The blood kept on flowing out, while I just felt the ends of my eyes get a little wet.

Thde fact that it was my own father made it a whole lot worse.