Oh Fuck No - Oscar Diaz

Chapter 9 - Part 1

We walked into the house as Spooky was being greeted by everyone. They all had fear, respect or lust in their eyes. Some all three. I tagged along for a few minutes behind him but decided it would be best not to. Not only was I feeling awkward and was also getting side eyes from everyone but I'm sure Spooky doesn't like being followed around. Though he hadn't said anything, yet. So I shouted over the music telling him I was tired and was going to sit to which he nodded and went back to his conversation with a few Santos in the kitchen. Not really bothered, fuck u bring here homes??

I went into the living room which only had a few people in it, everyone was in the garden dancing, drinking and smoking. I sat down on at the end of an L shaped large sofa which was completely vacant and took out my phone. Oh right I was supposed to facetime my mum, well not like I'm doing anything now. I was 5 minutes into the conversation with my mum and had completely forgotten about my surroundings when I heard laughter and people talking as they walked into the living room. It was Spooky with 2 other guys and about 4 girls all smoking and drinking. 

"Who you talkin to?" Spooky asked me whilst one of the girls was talking to him, she gave me a dirty look and drank from the red cup. 

"My mum." I replied causing a few of them to snicker to which he gave a side look, hushing them instantly. 

"Tell her Spooky says Hi" He grinned with his eyebrow raised, he seemed drunk and high. I hoped they'd leave but Spooky decided to sit a few seats away from me leading the rest of his posse to also sit and surround him. One of the girls was sitting right next to me but had her back completely towards me as she faced Spooky and the others. Not a single person in this party had really acknowledged me and if they did, it was a dirty or confused look. 

"Mum I cant hear you." I repeated, these people were fuckin loud and the girl next to me had the most high pitched obnoxious laugh and she laughed at everything.  I could see my mum flinch all the way in London. Also, it was all in Spanish, great. "Mum I'm going to call you tomorrow, I need to go use the bathroom." I pretty much shouted and got up to find the bathroom, hoping it was in the vicinity. 

I was in the bathroom staring at the dirty mirror, I had bags under my eyes and my hair was not looking so good either. I was not looking good periodt. I took a deep breath, it was around 10 and I was exhausted and perhaps a little high due to the amount of weed Spooky and his friends were smoking. I was about to open the door when I heard gunshots. I was quite familiar with the sound as I had lived in Freedridge for a fortnight now but never in such close vicinity. It seemed as though it was coming from inside the house and the garden. I looked around for a way out but it was a tiny bathroom with no windows, fuck fuck fuck.

 I stood still and pressed my ear against the door, I could hear men shout but not really what they were saying, I kept hearing the word 'Prophets' but I'm pretty sure I heard someone shout 'Fuck Spooky'. No, no one fuck Spooky, he's my ride home. Shit. 

I knew I couldn't stay in here for long, my hands were shaking but I had to find a way out. I slowly opened the door and popped my head out, all clear. Now what? I started walking slowly towards the living room, the music had been shut off, so I could hear the man talking in there. 

"Don't look so tough now do you!" He shouted "The pride of the Santos, Spooky! We're gonna miss you bitch!" He laughed and a few others joined in. Yeah okay so we want to walk the opposite direction of that, I mean RIP Spooky n all but I gotta live. 

I turned to be faced with a gun in my face, I froze. It was held by a mixed race man wearing a green bandana. "Turn the fuck around" He sneered and pushed the gun on the back of my  skull as I started to slowly walked towards the livingroom. My palms were sweaty and I felt like I was going to pass out.