Limp

Chapter Six

CHAPTER 6

After breakfast on Saturday morning me and Amber started to hang out and talk. God its been so long since I've actually talked to someone. And it felt good, I was laughing and gossiping and doing everything a seventeen year old girl should do.

We watched movies and painted each others fingernails, we talked about her little crush on this cute sophomore. It felt so good that I never wanted it to end. I didn't even realized I had fallen asleep until I woke up to the sound of the front door closing, actually, more like slamming.

I bolted up, fearing that it was him, but then I heard Jessie talking and let my heart beat slow down, until, for different reasons, it sped up again.

I got up quietly and snuck out of her room, trying not to wake her up. I went down stairs and to the kitchen. I was in the kitchen reaching for the orange juice when it hit me. What was I going to do? I couldn't stay here forever, I needed to come up with a plan.

I went into the living room and saw Chris on the couch watching something on the T.V. with Jesse. They seem to be engrossed in it. And at that moment, just standing there and studying them I could see how alike they both really were. Both of them had strong jaw lines and rugged, kind of sexy features. They were both tall, even though Jessie was a bit more bulky then Chris. They both had big hands, hands that were manly, yet still looked like they could be gentle and careful, too. They also had short wavy hair that looks like they both rolled out of bed, even though Jessie's was blond and Chris's was almost black.

Chris looked up and caught me studying them, I blushed and looked away.

"Hey, what's up Lena?" Chris said. At the mention of my name, Jessie looked up too.

"Nothing," I replied casually. "Just, you know, ah, trying to come up with a plan to get back at my step dad is all."

They both looked at me like I was a nut job, then Jesse broke out into a smile, "want some help?"

"Absolutely." I said with a grateful smile. I looked over at Chris, "you want to help? I really could use it," I say batting my eye lashes.

Chris let out an exasperated sigh, "I suppose I can use my superior mind for justice."

"Okay then, what do you have in mind?" Jesse asked.

"I don't exactly know yet but I have a few Ideas." I say.

"Well," Chris said expectantly.

I sigh, now the fun begins. "Mike is into drugs. He got fired from a whole bunch of jobs because he couldn't pass the drug test. So about two years ago, he became a distributor, like a drug dealer sort. I know he's killed before, because I sometimes over hear him on the phone, since its usually taking place in our apartment. He also has robbed a convenience store, has been in jail for minor stuff like D.U.I.'s and stuff like that.

"If we want to hit him hard without him knowing it was me we'll have to get him put in the system. I'm thinking more along the lines of over exaggerating things and planting evidence so we're sure he gets put away. I also have to find my mom and sober her up, just incase he decides to file a complaint and tries to get me put in foster care or some crap like that. So now that you've been introduced to my dearest step father, any ideas on how to screw him over?"

There was silence and everyone just kind of looked at me for a second then Amber, who I didn't notice enter the room, said, "get the employee files from the workplaces as evidence of past drug abuse, then you'll have to watch him and get even more evidence on his dealings. If what your saying is correct then you could plant a camera in you apartment to catch the dealing and dealers. Jesse can have one of those computer nerds from his college tap into any electronics that have evidence, like phone records and time and places that might be in texts. But, the main thing is to get enough evidence to get the cops, or DEA , to catch them at the next big deal which we will provide them the info in order to put him away, also if he really is a big wig like you make it sound someone probably already suspects things going down with him and put someone on the case to investigate. Also if you cant find your mother or something goes wrong, just file for emancipation. For that you'll need an apartment and a job with steady income. Also its best to get a guardians signature to present with your case to a judge."

We all look at her in stunned silence. She blushes and smiles sheepishly, "I want to study criminology when I get older."

"Well at least now we know where to begin." I say, smiling a little bewilderingly, at Amber.

For the next couple of hours we hash out a plan. Jesse knows someone who will do the tech stuff, Amber writes down everything, step by step, that we need to do. Chris is good with all things like sneaking around and breaking and entering, and I try to track down my mom. This is a lot harder than I originally thought, she's like a ghost. I call all the family, all her friends, and even some people on my dads side. No word from her.

Finally around three in the afternoon we are satisfied about what we are doing. I'm a little nervous, but my need to see him behind bars gives me the strength I need, to pull this crazy plan off.

"Lena?"

I look over at Chris, "Yeah?"

"Are you sure you want to do this? I mean if he catches you-"

"I can handle myself, plus I'll be careful." I give him a smile that I hope relaxes him a little.

It didn't.

"Okay. Any word on your mom?"

"Nope. I have absolutely no idea where she is. Not at her friends, not at families, I even tried calling the apartment. I have no idea where she is."

"Well even if you cant find her, you can do what Amber said and get emancipated."

"Yeah, I've actually thought a lot about that. I think its something that I should do but how can I without a car or a license or, hell, even a job?"

"Well, if you want, I can teach you how to drive. I mean its no big deal." He shrugs.

"Thanks, that's actually really nice. Thanks."

"Why do you sound so surprised?" he asks. I think I've offended him a little.

"Nothing, it's just, the way everyone talks about you it just seems like, I don't know, that you're a douche bag that doesn't give a shit about anyone else."

"I thought out of everyone, you would get the fact that rumors aren't always true. Don't believe everything you hear."

"Sorry, your right." I said as he got up.

"You coming?" Chris asked on his way to the door.

"Where?"

"I thought you wanted to learn how to drive?"

"Right now?" I asked incredulously. I mean yeah I have my permit but I haven't really driven at all.

"Why not?" He asks, standing in the doorway.

"What the hell, sure. But if I wreck your car its totally not my fault!"

He just laughs like it's a joke. But trust me. Its not.

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