Crystal God

Chapter 2: Part Two

   

Lately I've been scared at some of my deals so I've bought a weapon. A pistol, only for protection. Not for offensive purposes such as shooting someone because they didn't have the money to buy the stuff at a deal but to defend myself if someone tries to steal the items and then just run away with them.

         Angela dosen't know that Angelo and I are drug dealers, but we'll keep that secret for as long as we can. One day somebody will probably blow our cover in but I really hope they won't because as long as she dosen't know she won't be nagging me and Angelo to stop, but maybe if she did find out she'd probably leave me and call the cops on me, considering how much of a bitch she can be sometimes.

         So last weekend Angelo and I were talking about laying off of the deals for now because we've racked up $50,000 total, that's 25k each. Whenever I recieve money on our pay days I normally stash it in my safe at the Lab and it seems to be getting full. I'm thinking maybe next weekend I'll go ring shopping then maybe next month or so I can ask Angela to marry me. 

           I've gotten so close with Angelo in the last year. It's almost like we can call eachother brothers but how incest would it be for me to be fucking my so called "Sister". It would be very screwed up but that's the only thing holding Angelo and I back from calling eachother brothers.

          Angela has been nagging at me lately asking why I'm saying I want to get married to her but haven't met her parents yet. Woo guess who gets to be very miserable this weekend? You're correct, me..

           She talks about her parents all the time and says how lucky she was to have them when she was growing up. It makes me sad whenever she says she had good parents because it brings back all those bad memories of my parents, the assholes.

           Let's not talk about them before I get off topic and start complaining about how bad of a set of parents I had. I try not to think about them anymore but if I do I try to remember the good times we had instead of the bad ones. Like the time when Papa Ben tought me how to make some food. He was a great chef. Or the time my mother tought me how to make denim jackets, that was pretty fun too. Now that I think about it my parents were actually good. I was just a bad kid and didn't listen. Maybe they just had temper problems? I'm not sure but I really hope I see them again in my life. I'm not even sure if they did die, they just dissapeared.