Never Mix

Chap. 2 Guns and Disappointments

Evan's P.O.V 

I here a bottle smash which wakes me up, my body tensing up. At first I think it's a gun shot but immediately realize it's a bottle falling from my moms hands. "God fucking damn it..." I say to myself angrily, pulling my bruised and scarred body out to living room where my mom laid on the couch passed out. She doesn't even seem alive until I put my hand by her mouth to feel her cold icy breath against my callas filled hands. My mom started drinking when my dad left... And that was my fault, it sort of seems like everything is my fault at times. But I just go and put on a shirt and ripped jeans which take me a minute. I sigh, heading back out to go the kitchen, my toes going numb on the cold tile floor. I'm lucky to have a roof over my head but living what seemed like a fucking motel didn't really seem like a roof I wanted to be under. I look around for food but I only find molding cheese and spoiled milk. "Fuck." I huff, shutting the fridge and just walk out of the house, putting my hands threw my hair as if it was a comb. My gang finds me walking down the street and gets around me, smiling. I feel the breath on the back of my neck before I smell the weed, turning around and taking the joint from him and took a long drag. "Move out of my way, I have an appointment with the boss you dick heads." I roll my eyes, handing the joint back before lighting my own cigarette. "What does the boss want you for? You already did a task this month?" One of the guys asked quickly, I sarcastically shrug. "I fucking need the money you fat ass." I don't really mean he's a fat ass, he's not. He's the skinniest guy here. "I think boss likes you the best Evan..." One of the guys admit, I turn to him and hit the back of his neck. "Shut the hell up." I don't think boss likes anyone, just TOLERATES everyone. The boys are so loyal, always helping me out of bad situations. I wonder what boss wants me to do now. I just hope its not steal a dog again, I hated that... I still wonder what he did with the corgi I stole... Damn that pisses the fuck out of me. 

I ditch the gang and head to the warehouse, doing that stupid stereotypical knock before the door opens, a gun to my chest as they ask who I am. "Evan Jones..." I hiss, pushing the gun off my chest and walk in, I don't seem nervous but I am. I hear the usual yelping and cries from the dog ring but the gold fur catches my eyes. It reminded me of the... The corgi laid dead on the edge of the ring. My feet came to a halt. "Fuck, god fucking shit." I say sadly, narrowing my eyes as I see the boss walk to me. "Evan! How are you?" His large hand smacks my back, his rings slamming into me like a whip. "Hey boss... I heard you have a job?" I'm monotone as I look at him on the same level. We are about the same height but he's much older, at least three times my age and much paler than I am. He is the palest guy I know, its terrifying to be honest. His smile doesn't help either, they form together to make what I'd think I demon would look like. "Yes~ Indeed. I need you to rob a small convenience store down the road at the boarder. You can't tell anyone but you're looking for a small bag, It has what I need, if you look inside of it. You'll be dead where you stand. There will probably be a cashier, if he wont give you the bag. Shoot him." The boss hisses, his spit leaving his gums and onto his lips and spat at me. "How much?" I look at him dead serious, if this is under 5,000 I'm not going for it. "23,000... No more, No less." His dark black pupils meet my hazel ones and it takes me a minute to realize he's serious. "O-Oh. Yes. I'll do it now, I just need a gun and I'll get what you need." I try to look older than I am, to look more mature, so he'll let me go and get that bag. "Get your ass out of here. I want it by tonight or the price will drop." He almost demands but I don't flinch and instead just nod. I quickly turn around and slowly walk out, not wanting to seem as if I'm rushing. My eyes drift back to the corgi with blood staining its coat and in ways, it reminds me of myself. Being led to my death, but I push that idiotic thought out of my head and slip out the door with a gun a man handed me. 

"That seemed too good to be true..." I mumble to myself, cracking my knuckles on the top of the gun before sliding it in my pocket and walking to the dump of a store, wondering what hell would be here that would be any value to the boss as I walk in. The boy sitting at the counter looks tiny compared to me, he sits in a tall stool looking down at the paper. His hair is falling out of bun and its dark and curly. Gorgeous almost. How the hell am I supposed to shoot him? He looks as young as me, maybe younger. The only reason I know he's even a boy is because of the bit of stubble on his chin he didn't shave. Damn, how am I going to do this... I drag my feet to the counter and he slowly lifts his head, his eyes two different colors. I've never seen that before, he's... wow. I quickly clear my throat and keep my head down. "Hands up."