She Curses like a Sailor

Chapter 7

"Do you have any sevens" he asked.

"No"

'Do you have any threes?"

"No"

"do you have any-'

"no"

"You didn't even know what I was going to say!" he exclaimed.

"whatever it was I don't have it" I groaned, my throat hurt, my voice was hoarse from screaming at Robert, my head was pounding, my nose was running, and my body ached.

"Do you have y sixes?" he asked.

"No"

"LIAR! I can see one right there" he told.

"CHEATER! You can't look at my cards!" I said kicking him.

"FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT'S HOLY WILL YOU TWO LOVE BIRDS SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Robert yelled.

"SHUT UP ROBERT!" I screamed at him.

"MY NAME ISNT ROBERT, IT'S NOLAN!' he yelled back at me.

"ITS ROBERT YOU DUMB FUCK" I shouted at him. Yes Robert was the homeless looking meth head who smelled like piss in the next cell over. Yes cell.

We got arrested for 'disturbing the peace' and just because I insulted the cop, cursed out his friend, and insulted his mother and wife, he decided to keep us on a 72 hour hold. Apparently cops don't like it when you make donut comments at them. Who knew? But yeah 3 whole days, Which I don't even think is legal. I thought you could only hold someone for 48, I watch CSI I know it's illegal, take that bitch!

They threw Chase and I in the same cell ( which I'm pretty sure is also illegal) and said "no sex in the cell" and yeah well here we are going on day two. I'm about to make a fucking prison shank and shank Chase because he insisted on played go fish the past 12 hours.

"Do you have any twos?"

'Chase can we give it a rest for like I don't know 24 more hours?" I suggested casually.

"I agree with sugar tits" Robert sounded in his gruff voice, I took a deep calming breath. The last time he called me that they had to move him a cell over that why he's two cells down, not one.

"Robert I cut your fucking dick off with rusty scissors and shove it down your throat if you-"

"Good morning" the cop said cutting me off.

"Hi Barbra" I said as she handed me and Chase a cup of coffee through the bars.

"It's Officer Furland" she told me hardly.

'Right Officer Barbra" I corrected.

"Well you better gather your stuff because we're moving you today" she told us shortly.

"You're letting us go?" Chase asked.

She let out the wickedest laugh I have ever heard in my laugh, she would give the witch off the little mermaid a run for her damn money, and she looked like her too.

"No we're relocating you for your last 24 hours a few states over" she told us, I groaned and she was smirking. That cock-sucking whore. I swear I heard her giving Officer Gilbert head earlier. I could have sworn. Chase even agreed.

"Great..." Chase said.

"bye Barbra!" I chirped as she left. And they transferred us to Colorado conveniently, but Chase seemed happy.

"What are you so happy about?" I grumped taking in our new cell. I knew we only got 'transferred' because I insulted Barbra and they wanted us to be helpless and alone 14 hours from home. But the good part was no meth head, piss smelling, Robert and we only had 10 hours left.

I got on the top bunk figuring I could sleep off my last 10 hours besides I was sick I needed sleep. Wasn't really sick anymore, y cold had ended yesterday but I still pretended to be so Chase would leave me alone. I fell asleep and Chase woke me up.

"Come on Aj their releasing us" he told me, I groaned and got up and they went through the whole process of giving Chase his things back.

"my uncle lives here" he told me and we shifted and I followed him, we stopped at some house and he grabbed the key from under that mat -very original- and we went in. He grabbed us some extra clothes and went and got in a car, I stopped looking at the sleek black BMW.

"Uh, Chase whose car is this?" I asked.

"It's my dad's" he replied, I shrugged and got in and we took off back towards Cali.

"Chase quit!" I finally yelled turning the radio back on.

"I don't want to listen to the radio" he growled clicking it back off.

'No-one asked you" I told him pressing the button as the music came back on.

"I'm driving" he said clicking the button.

"I'm the passenger which means I get radio controls" I said raising my voice.

"No it doesn't!" he told me clicking it off, we bickered for an another half an hour before he pulled into a hotel.

"why are we stopping?" I questioned.

"Because if I don't get some sleep I'm going to end up murdering you" he told me getting out and slamming the door, I kicked that dash in frustration, I got out slamming my own door.

"Not if I kill you first" I yelled at him.

"I hate your taste in music!" he shouted back, I gasped.

"I hate your face!" I screamed.

"I hate you so much right now" he yelled at me.

"You know Chase if you were a helpless baby sea turtle crawling slowly across the hot sand to get to ocean, and seagulls were circling you trying to eat you. I wouldn't waste a second saving you, I would just grab a chair sit back, sip a goddamned Corona and watch nature take its course and fucking eat you to death" I screamed.

"If we were flowers, in a field of flowers, you would be the meanest, ugliest flower that would get ran over by a fucking lawn mower!" he shouted back,