Trust Issues

Chapter 40: Unusual prt.2

They were pointing directly at me.

I immediately got down on the floor so I was below the window. My heart now pounding out of my chest, this doesn't seem to be a safe situation.

I crawl over to the window on the other side of the door, this time being careful about my movements. There was a light enough crack between the side of the curtain and the window for me to see clearly. Still on my knees I stretched up to peep through the crack, I see Jasmine standing her ground as she is being confronted by a big man about twice her size. I gasped as I notice how close he is to her, and holding a switch blade. I should have ran to call 911...but I froze. I guess partly due to how evidently well she was handling the situation.

"I told you, I'm out! I'm not doing this shit no more. There's a reason I did my time, I kept my mouth shut, I did my part so fuck off!" I could faintly hear Jasmine yell.

"You can't just start selling for us again and then drop it. The little deal your dad made don't mean shit now. He's dead...so is the deal. You know that's not how this works sweetheart, so I suggest you straighten up and get your ass back to work or there will be...serious consequences..." The mysterious man said point the blade directly at the window I was lurking from.

I pulled back and and slammed my back against the wall away from any visibility. My breathing became quick and shallow as I realized what was going on. I was out of sight but close enough to hear still.

"Look, I don't know what the fuck you're pointing at but you said it yourself. My family is gone, they're all I had so there is no one else, so the only consequence is my life, which is protected in case you forgot." Jasmine said sternly trying to take their attention away from me.

"Don't act like there's no one in there, we've all been watching you and your little girlfriend." He said and I heard a slam on the door.

I peer up a bit and see him pinning someone who I presume is Jasmine against the door. I bit at my nails nervously. If I move they might see me they have eyes on both windows now.

"As for the feds. Remember they protect you because they don't know you came back to sell for us. You're still one of us." He spoke in a threatening voice.

Then I hear Jasmine grunted in pain.

"You've been warned." The man said one last time before signalling everyone to leave.

I waited anxiously trying not to spiral. After about a minute they were all out of sight and I carefully open the front door. I see Jasmine getting up from the front steps, a pool of blood seeping through her gray tank top.

"Oh my god Jasmine are you okay?" I exclaimed worriedly.

I helped her up and we stumbled inside.

"It looks worse than it is."

"What the fuck are you talking about, blood is literally spilling out through your shirt!" I exclaimed.

"Babe trust me, I have had worse, it's not that bad."

She tried to walk to the washroom to get something and leaned against the wall weakly before she made it.

"Okay just tell me what you need." I said rushing to the washroom.

"Go into the cabinet and grab a little black box next to all the meds and the bottle of rubbing alcohol." She shouted.

I frantically opened the cabinet dropping like five other items in the process. I searched and my eyes fell on a medium sized black box.

I walked back to the kitchen area where Jasmine sat in a chair clenching her side. I put the box down on the table and she removed her shirt.

She chuckled sarcastically looking down at the wound that was deep enough to need stitches but luckily only skin level.