Heist

Chapter 2

BANG ! BANG ! BANG !

What the hell ?

I slowly try to get up from bed. I try not to trip over all the mess that is my room.

I really need to get all this cleaned...

"I'm coming. I'm coming... And do keep your pants on sheeesh....." I shout heading over to the door. As soon as I yank the door open, I immediately tense up. Ohhhh no no no no.....

How did he find me?

"Chichi...." He begins to say, and I shut the door in his face. And I start panicking, how was I going to explain things...

Ohh let me introduce you to Marcus. Biggest perve and certified asshole people. He is a debt collector and let me just say I had generously crossed the line between debt and whatever comes after.

I was slacking on my rent at my previous apartment so I decided to just disappear and hopefully disappear with the debt money.

I really would have made an effort if he wasn't such a creep. One time he suggested I pay half of the money in other ways, he was practically undressing me with his perverted eyes.
I'm going to be just honest and tell you, I do not just jump into bed with men that reek of alcohol all the time and practically had STI written all over them.
He is absolutely repulsive and I hate his horrible self.

"Open up this damn door you brat !...." He seethed. Charming as always...

"I found your little hide out and I want my money now" He continued.

I slowly opened the door and gave him my best fake smile...

"Marcus, what an unpleasant surprise, and would you pleeease stop it with your whining, sheeesh......" I ranted.

"Shut up!, I'm here for the money you owe......and I'm willing to get physical babydoll" He said, with a very creepy expression plastered on his face.

"Ohhh I bet you are, still doing the boss's errands I see........... , you getting a promotion any time soon?" I mocked. Rolling my eyes at his fuming self.

"I am not an errand boy you stupid bitch, if you dont shut up and just give me the money, I will--" He fired back, but I cut him off.

"Bitch? Thats all you got shitface? I mean, I always knew you had challenges up there but surely even you could do better than that." I was full on smiling now.

Marcus is a big guy, towering over me maybe 6'2 or so, I don't really care, and he has dirty blonde hair and trust me his was really dirty.
I would be really appreciative of his electric blue eyes if only he had a more charming persona.
Plus he wasn't working that rugged look I think he was going for.

"Listen Chichi just give me the damn money and I'll just be on my way.... unless you have other ideas of payment..." He gave me a smirk, looking down at me.

"What the hell!?!?, you just called me bitch a second ago you pig--" I was cut off by his phone ringing, he just pulled it out and started talking to the person on the other hand.

Sighing, I started to close the door when he turned to me with a smirk, I can only imagine what was going through his mind.

"I'll come tonight.....bye princess" Then he walked away.

Aaaarggghhhh he just ruined the word princess for me.

I closed the door and lazily walked back to my bedroom. Where on earth would I get 8 000 dollars in just a few hours.

Well I didn't have any classes today so at least I had a lazy day today.
Bradley Colton University can be really stressful sometimes especially with exams wrapping up. There was a lot of work and my lazy ass hated that.

I get into the bathroom and do my morning routine, then I feed choco and decide to really do something extra with my hair today.
I sit on my bedroom floor facing the mirror and immediately start wrestling with the mess that is my hair. I really needed to get braids they are less work meaning I didn't have to worry about my hair for a while. I smile as I think of my mother, she used to do my sisters and I's hair all the time.
I missed her so much, but her memories are with all of us always.
Let me give you a little background people..

Meet the family !!!

So my family is half African and half Cuban, but all my siblings and and I were born in California. We were raised here in America but we visit both continents all the time. My mom was from Cuba and my dad is from Zimbabwe which is in southern Africa. In my culture having a big family is kinda cool but its always your choice, all in all we are 8 children in my family with 4 boys and 4 girls.....
My parents' house back in California is always a mess but we wouldn't have it any other way.
I have everything here, all my friends and family, but Zimbabwe is stunning take my word for it. I love the people and culture there and Cuba is just all round amazing.... especially the food.

I am the third born in my family, two older brothers, Malcolm and Clint. Clint lives with my aunt in Manchester, England, and Malcolm is doing his final year in Megatronics in Germany.
We have two sets of twins, Kylie and Molly such energetic kids, both twelve years of age and very much into pink.

Then there are the two badboy wannabes Pravin and Gavin, still in highschool and yes very hormonal. They are sophomores at the same highschool I attended back in Cali. Finally little miss adorable.....,my six year old little sister Nicole.

...... Annnnnd done!!!

That's my family well my siblings that is, my dad would need his own book for a proper introduction.

Finishing up with my hair, I get up and look for my phone, I was beginning to really miss my annoying family.
My phone startles me as it starts ringing. I answer the call balancing my phone between my ear and shoulder whilst picking up dirty laundry from the floor.

".....Chichi Maria Palora, you are sooo dead " The voice seethes from the other end.

"Lawrence........" I fight back a grin that's beginning to form across my face.

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Annnnnnndd ch. 2

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I'm out.