[Completed✔] Born and raised in Tulsa, Jade Phelan reminisces her youth with a group of dealers who attempt to make a better life for themselves and the yearning she felt for one of them.
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March 22nd, 1989. 11:03 P.M.
I swing back another shot in front of me, and hold the glass up for another round and do the same. Brian glances over at the bar where I was grinning at him, he makes little dance motions then waves me over to him, he mouths, "Come dance." so I do. He swings me around the dance floor until we're both laughing so hard that we become breathless, drunk and giggly. He holds a beer in one hand, times like this made me love having him as a friend.
Lisa notices me and him, she's furious and glaring at us both. Brian notices and leaves me in the middle of the dance floor without even a simple word. I stand there like a fool until I realise he's not coming back. I tatter over to the steps and collapse at the bottom.
It's always the girlfriends of guys that I know, who hate me. I didn't know why, it wasn't like I was a sex deviant. I was starting to wonder about Curly again until Dallas came bounding down the stairs at a hundred miles an hour.
March 22nd, 1989. 11:14 P.M.
As a few escorts passed by, Curly burned eyes like lasers into the backs of their heads. He leaned near the outside of the Venus Club, out in the next suburb, where Brian told him to sell as punishment.
It wasn't so much the bad money, because it was a great place to make bank, it was the danger of the area that scared Brian. He's so hard around us but outside of the circle, he's really nervous... None of us understand it, he didn't grow up around here like we did. He only moved down here a few years back.
"I see you're making quite a killing." A man says, snapping Curly out of it. It takes a moment for him to release what was happening. He immediately jolted into a sprint, making the cop rush after him. He's chased across the street but isn't fast enough, Curly is tripped and slammed against the pavement at full force. "You have the right to remain silent and refuse to answer questions..."
As the officer handcuffed him, Curly spat blood, "Harder next time!" he roared.
The cop chuckled, then spoke into the radio on his jacket, "...I'ma need back up, we got an aggressive suspect...Anything you say may be used against you in a court of law..." The officer blabbered the classic lines, and the entire time Curly was zoned out, jail time was a huge possibility... he had to make a huge decision to either take the consequences or give Dallas and Brian in... which would mean by association Tim and I would be going down as well.
March 23rd, 1989. 12:54 A.M.
It was now well past midnight, even if Darry knew I wasn't in my room and at the party, he'd ground me for being past curfew. I rubbed Dallas' back, as he had his head stuffed down the toilet bowl and puking his guts out. He had stumbled into me on the stairs then dropped to his knees. I had to carry his heavy body up the staircase again and into the upstairs bathroom.
He pulls himself back, and props up against the bathtub across from me, "Y-you don't have t-to." he slurred, taking a towel from me.
"Lynn is probably looking all over for you." I remind him about the impending need to stretch this small distance between us before she finds us and completely loses it.
Lynn hated my guts, I didn't know if it was because I am the only female in our little group or the fact that she is threatened by me... Either way, she went ballistic whenever I would so much as glance in his direction. He shrugged, "It doesn't matter..." he didn't like that she wanted to have tabs on him all the time, Dallas was a free spirit and hated to be caged... she was never right for him.
I helped Dallas across the hallway and into the spare bedroom where he liked to spend time when Brian kicked him out... Dallas loved to churn Brian's gears, and make him mad... it led to Dallas leaving for the night but they'd always make up like brothers do. They're the only family each other had in this deadbeat world.
Dallas collapsed on the bed, with his feet hung over the side, I lifted his heavy legs onto the bed and ripped his shoes off, he acted as if I didn't at all, "Whe-ere are my sh-sh-shoes?" he slurred, hanging his head back on the pillow.
I shut the door so that Lynn wouldn't see me in here, I already knew before I came to help him that he would be acting this way, all weird when he's drunk and slightly mysterious too. He smiled softly to himself, "I've been thinking about you." he heard himself say then shook his head, "But Lynn is the fire to my loins." I felt my heart tighten inside my chest, "But something 'bout you." he exhaled the weight from his shoulders. I already knew when he was in this state that he wouldn't remember a thing come morning.
I was about to ask him to elaborate but the door knob began to jiggle, and I fled out the window... then shimmied down the drainpipe before she could work out how to open the damn door. It wasn't the first time I had done this. From the bottom of the building, all I heard was, "Who the hell was that?" from the window above.
