drugs || CG [COMPLETED]

eight

*Alysa's POV*

Sunday

"Lys can you please come downstairs?" Kev called up the stairs.

I finished up getting ready for work and jogged downstairs.

"Yeah what's up?" I asked.

"You have been a huge help, really I don't know what me and V would do without you. But the health inspector is going to be around watching the Alibi Room all week and we can't really have a underaged girl working behind the bar. So take this week off as a reward for all the hard work." He 'said uneasily not knowing how I would react.

"It's fine, I understand." I smiled.

"Oh good. I thought you were going to beat me up or something." He laughed.

"Don't make me Kevin Ball." I joked earning a laugh from him.

"Debbie was just here she wanted to know if you wanted to go over to her house or something." He said heading towards the door.

"Yeah I'll go over there in a bit." I replied walking back upstairs.

*

"ALYSA!" Someone yelled pounding on my locked door. I woke up dazed and confused.

Shit, I was supposed to go to Debbie's and I fell asleep.

(Smh same^)

I quickly jumped up and walked over to the door and opened it. Debbie was standing there with her arms crossed.

"Sorry I fell asleep." I laughed.

"I could tell." She replied.

"Don't be mad at me." I pouted.

"I'm not. I just thought something bad happened to you." She laughed but stopped suddenly at her last sentence.

"What do you mean you thought something bad happened to me?" I asked knitting my eyebrows together.

"Well we do live on the south side you never know." She lied right through her teeth.

"Oh." I said getting the hint that she didn't want to talk about it.

We walked in silence back to her house. I followed her up the front porch steps past Carl who was sitting there waiting for someone. We glanced at each other quickly but I returned my focus to following Debbie.

I plopped on the couch and watched out the window as a large black SUV pulled up to the front of the house. Carl got in a shut the door quickly behind him.

"Where is Carl going?" I asked Debbie who tossed me a can of soda.

"Umm.. He's going out with a friend probably." She tripped over her words.

Something is going on.

"Yup sure he is." I laughed at her horrible lying skills.

She didn't respond and just sat next to me and turned the TV on.

*