Payment/ Joker

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My eyes shot open to the sound of the door being unlocked. I looked around the room and noticed it was now day time. How long was I asleep? My dad walked into the small apartment and he glanced at me. "Sorry I was gone for so long. I got you some breakfast though." He tossed me a paper bag from Mcdonald's. I didn't how hungry I was till i smelt the food. I opened the bag and pulled out a hashbrown and hotcakes. "Thanks dad." I said and looked up at him, taking a bite of my hashbrown. He was now in the kitchen digging through his bag, "Welcome kid." He mumbled as I returned to munching on my hashbrown.
After about an hour of us eating and watching some soap opera on TV, my dad got a notification on his phone. He looked down at the text, which I couldn't read. A panicked expression washed over his fac, "Fuck fuck fuck." He quickly got up and grabbed his duffle bag. "Vanessa I have to go, I'll be back tonight, alright?" He said worriedly. "Is everything alright?" I asked as he opened the front door. "Yeah! Everythings fine! Do not leave the house." He stressed as he shut the door behind him, making sure to lock it. I squinted at the door and questioned my dad's abrupt exit. Whatever. I thought to myself as I turned my attention to the TV. After what seemed like hours of absolutely nothing, I decided to get up and change out of my old dirty clothes. I went into my room and busted open my suitcase. I pulled out a large comfy t-shirt and a pair of lace panties, hey gimme a break, they're cute. After I pulled on the clothes I left my tiny room and explored the rest of the apartment. I wandered around the rest of the small living room and picked up some knick knacks and studied them. I then found one of my old school art projects and I smiled to myself, placing it back on the shelf. I turned towards his closed bedroom door and decided to go in. I carefully turned the handle to reveal what looked like my room, only a bigger bed and much more stuff in it. My eyes scanned the dirty clothes on the floor, empty pizza boxes and other junk. I plumped down on the bed but my butt hit something hard. I tilted my head as I stood up slowly. I dropped to my knees and crouched under the bed. I saw a large black box with cracks on the side. I curiously pulled it out from under the bed as I studied it. It was sealed shut with a padlock. I sighed but I was determined to see what was in it. I reached towards his dressed and dug through underwear and porno magazines when my hand felt the cold metal. My expression lit up as I pulled out the small key. I turned my attention back to the box and slowly put the key into the hole, surprisingly enough, it fit! I turned it carefully as the padlock sprung open. I pushed the lid to the side as my jaw dropped. Within the black box was clear wrapped packages of money, cocaine, guns, and countless other illegal substances. I covered my mouth and ran to the living room. My heart was racing and my hands were shaking. This is what my dad has been doing? Is this why my mom left him? I panicked as I grabbed my phone. I clicked on my mom's contact and tried to calm down as the phone rang. "This is Amy Fisher, please leave your name and number after the beep and I'll try and get back to you! Thanks." I hung up the phone and threw it to the side, she must be at work. I continued to panic as sat on the couch. I'll just wait till my mom gets off work, then i'm out of here. My thoughts were interrupted as I heard a loud banging on the door. A loud raspy voice broke the silence, "Jaaaaaaaaames, I know you're in there. We need to talk." I gulped and slowly rose to my feet. "I-Uh...James isn't here..." I said shakily. Silence. Before I knew it the door busted open. A tall green haired man stood before me, with 3 other masked men behind him. "Well what do we have here." The green haired man said with a smirk, looking me up and down. Before I could even feel self concious at my lack of clothing, one of the masked men grabbed me and pushed me into the couch, with a gun to my head. I began to sob and pleaded with him, "Please, please, I'm James's daughter, and I have no idea where he is." The green haired man tsked his tongue and stood in front of me, grabbing my chin. "Oh no no no, don't cry princess." He said with a menacing laugh. "So you don't know where Ol' paps is?" he said and rubbed my cheek with his thumb, "Lil jamesy is behind on my money, he hasn't paid his dues." I shook with fear and my mind flashed to the drugs in his room. That fucking bastard does sell drugs. "Please let me go I-" The man held a finger to my lips and I stared into his wild eyes, "I think you can be James's form of payment." He laughed as one of the masked men hit me over the head with a gun. Suddenly everything went black.