Breaking The Mirror [Edited And Complete]

Bean Bags

'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse...

Except Alfred, but he's more of a gorilla.

He's got someone over, but I don't think it was expected. I'm not sure who it is but they don't talk much and Alfred sounds a bit scared. It's around two in the morning, so he probably thinks I'm sleeping.

"I'll get the money!" Alfred's assuring the man with him. I'm sure it's a man because Alfred wouldn't be scared of a woman threatening him. The other person grunts and I hear the door open and slam.

I hear Alfred curse and then I hear him stomp down the hall and I stiffen when he stops by my door. Oh, fuck. Please don't let him come in. He's angry. That's not good.

I don't breathe.

He opens the door and comes in and just stands in the doorway.

"Hey, Jayden," he says. Says. Not 'yells' or 'shouts' or 'snarls' but 'says'. Quite civilly, I might add. "Come on, J.J., I know you aren't sleeping."

I nod, gulp and sit up, looking at him.

"About yesterday... real sorry about that," He grins crookedly. I just nod in response, "I mean, I break enough stuff around here too. And... ah, you get that temper from me."

He laughs and I chuckle with him even though I don't see how that's funny.

"But I'm in a bit of a jam," He admits, putting his hands together in front of him, "I owe a guy a bit of money so I need you to help me sell some stuff."

"Me?" I repeat and he nods.

"You're a cute kid, the girls will go for it," He nods, "You know what I mean?"

"Drugs?" I ask softly and he nods again in affirmation. Whoa. He's never asked me to do anything like this before, and I never saw myself as a drug dealer.

"I..."

"Well," His hand slowly curls into a fist, "You don't have to do it. But do I have to remind you that that mirror's going to cost a pretty penny?"

I shift under those eyes. They're exactly the same as my eyes, "No, sir. Sorry, sir."

His hand relaxes by his side.

"So... when would you need me to do this?" I asked.

"I tell you," He smiles widely and walks over to me, hand raised. I flinch violently, but he only pats me on my shoulder, "Good choice, J.J."

And then he leaves.

I plop back down onto the bed and stare at the ceiling again.

So now... I sell drugs. For Alfred. Because he owes money.

Did that sound as fucked up to you as it did to me?

-

"Merry Christmas!!!"

No. It's not a Wednesday. And yet Linda and Suki are here. I hope they don't make dropping by a habit. Good thing I was taking out the trash when they pulled up.

"Hi," I reply. Christmas in the Norse family is the same as every other day in the Norse family except for one difference - people keep saying 'Merry Christmas' to us.

"Opened your presents yet?" Suki asks me.

"Um..." Presents? What presents? "Yes."

"Cool, what'd you get?" Linda inquires, her eyes bright, "Anything good?"