Unconditional Confusion

4 | WTF!

Point of View: Gabriella Carson

Now I'm not gonna say why exactly I woke up early as hell and delivered a bag to a bunch of guys who could have just picked up the damn bag from my place. The reason I'm not gonna say why is because I don't know and I'm not authrozied to tell much more.

I do this every other Saturday and find money laying around in my room the next morning in addition to the same bag (or a duplicate, we shall never know) with a different address each time. Though it's very secretive and maybe even risky, it's some good business.

It's currently 8:47 am. I could go back home and go to sleep or I could just drive around listening to music in the car and possibly go shopping.

I decide to head home because I'm getting broke anyways. Recently, I've been spending a lot of money that I get from the business on some new clothes and the Macbook I bought. My brother was also supposed to give me some money for frivolous spending, but I didn't get shit.

As I neared my block I saw police cars. They were blocking up the whole street. As I neared, a police officer came up to my car. "Excuse me Ma'am but you have to take the other route and come around," he told me.

"Come around? I fucking live on this block! What happened?," I interrogated.

"Calm down, please. There has been a shooting in a house," he said.

Immediately I began thinking of my parents, dead and bloody all over the floor.

"Was it 7808?" I frantically asked. I could feel my pulse sharpening and quicken with every passing moment.

"Close. 7806" he told me.

I took a few deep breaths to calm down my nerves. "Okay thank you, officer," I said.
He nodded as I backed up the car off the block. I found a parking spot just some space away from my own block.

It won't kill me to walk, especially with that fat growing on my stomach. It's not too visible, but I feel it there, just hanging around annoyingly.

As I started to approach my house it hit me. My neighbors are either dead or in critical condition. My family might be next. No, they will be next.

With those thoughts, I practically ran to my house and rang the doorbell a dozen times (I know, I know, I have the keys but it'll take forever with the shaky state I'm in). My mom opens the door and she looks so pale.

"Mom! What happened!" I yelled as I slammed the door shut. My father came up from behind her and nodded at mom.

"Why the fuck are you nodding? Say it, what?" I said. Did they kill our neighbors? Is a family member also dead? Are my parents criminals?

"Gabriella darling, a man came and told us he's been waiting for you. He had many tattoos and looks a bit older than you. Do you know the man? What are you involved in?" she asked.

"What? What man? Wait, on a side note, though, was he hot?," I asked.

"You can look for yourself" I heard a deep voice ask.

I looked around and saw a hot ass man coming down the stairs. He does have tattoos and works out. I have never seen him before in my life though. He's definitely not Marcus either. Trust me, I'd remember Marcus. This guy, though, also looks really hot.

"Now you two will do what I said and it'll be best if you stay quiet," he told my parents as he grabbed my arm. I jolted and tried to run but he was way too strong.

My parents just looked at me and looked hurt. "What the fuck is going on! The police are right outside! Are you fucking crazy? MOM! DAD! STOP HIM!" I yelled.

"Shut up. You two better not say a word because I know all about you both. You can thank your daughter for the information too," the man said. I could feel his laughter shkaing my back.

My parents looked at me and I thought I saw a glimpse of anger in my mother's eyes. "You told him our secrets?!," she shrieked.

"What secrets? Dad, what the hell is going on? I swear to god I never saw this man and I don't know anything about this information. I fucking swear!," I practically yelled again.

"Okay, okay settle down," the man said. He loosened his grip, very slightly, but he definitely loosened it.

"Honey, I swear we'll get you back. Even if it means risking ourselves, I promise," my father said.

"Calm down old man. We're not going to kill her. She holds information. Now let's go, enough fucking chit chat," the man said. He whispered in my ear, "When we go out this door, you have to act like you know me. Or else it will end badly for everyone, not just us, trust me".

I looked towards my parents and I heard my mom mutter under her breath. "I can't believe that bitch".

"Mom, what?! Did you just call me a bitch?" I said angrily.

"Perhaps," was all she said before she grabbed dad's arm and took him upstairs.

My parents left me! Left me alone with this guy who I don't even know. What if he's a gang member or a C.I.A agent who thinks I'm a criminal because I stole that ice cream from the stand while the guy wasn't looking?

Well to be fair, it was the guy's fault. He was being a bitch to me and I don't really do well with assholes with my short fuse.

I just looked towards the man and stared.

"I want to trust you, but I don't even know your name," I said in almost a whisper.

"You'll know that and plenty more soon enough. Now let's go, Gabriella," he said. The way he said "Gabriella "sent chills down my spine for some odd reason.

I nodded and he opened the door, locking it from the inside before closing it. He took me to a black car that looked very nice and opened the door for me. He got in from the other side and avoided looking at the cops.

He must have been doing some illegal shit. Last time I checked, kidnapping was very illegal.

"Get comfortable darling. It's gonna be a long ass drive," he said as he turned onto some quieter streets. I reclined my seat and stared at the roof of the car.

"Try not to crash too hard while staring at my tits," I told him.

"I'll try," he said while chuckling. I stayed silent and turned on the radio. The man just looked at me and looked back on the road, not really caring that I was touching the buttons in his expensive ass car.