Choices

Chapter 24

The song is Glamorous and is by Fergie! Enjoy yet another long chapter!

(Hopes POV)

     "HOLY FUCK DO YOU GUYS NOT HAVE ANY HYDROGEN PEROXIDE HERE?!" I tighten my grip around Craig's wrist as Evan daps at my shoulder wound with a rag covered in Rubbing Alcohol.

     "This shit will help more. Two bullets grazed you, it's not a scratch." Brian says leaning on the desk. I tightly close my eyes, trying my damn hardest not to cry. I let out a small scream. 

     "Here, you might want this," Moo said, walking in with a roll of gauze and medical tape. He sets it on the nightstand next to me as he sits in the chair behind Evan.

     Evan does a final wipe at my shoulder before reaching for the gauze. He wraps it around my shoulder a couple times and tears off the strand. As he holds it he grabs the medial tape and puts a couple pieces over my shoulder to hold the gauze in place. He picks up my arm and examines the other wound.

     "It won't need stitches luckily, but it's going to leave a nice scar." He starts to wrap it as well.

     After I was bandaged up, I pull down my bandana and catch my breath. Evan goes around his desk and starts looking through it. I let go of Craig's wrist and stand up, trying to put my hands over my head to help me breathe, but only get my other arm up all the way and the wounded one about halfway, good enough.

     "Maybe your next scar will look as cool as mine," Brian says pointing at his face. I start to laugh and shake my head.

     "I don't want to be ugly like you sadly. A hard pass for me." He gets up and walks up to me, towering over me now.

     "Okay, I'll really appreciate it if you two don't fight in my office. Ah, here it is, Hope here." I jokingly punch Brian in the gut and go around him, Evan holds out a credit card to me.

     "This is my card, I want you to go out and find a nice outfit for tonight, then meet us at Diamond Casino and Resort at eight. Park in the front and I'll have Valet take your car." I take the card and put it in my pant pocket.

     "The most your getting out of me is a button-down shirt and skinny jeans. I don't have or do nice clothes." He scoffs and shakes his head.

     "Wait do you still have that dress I bought you when I took you to that nice restaurant for our one year anniversary?" Brian asks me. I look down at my legs and back up to him.

     "I know you can only see out of one eye, but you should notice that I have bigger thighs and an ass now, the dress won't even make it past my thighs." Behind Brian, both Craig and Evan were trying their best not to smile, or make a sound.

     "Diamond Casino at eight got it. I think this is a first that you're letting me out on my own without someone." I smirk at Evan.

     "I trust you, you trust me remember? Please, at least make an attempt on dressing nice, most of us are going to be dressing like Craig over here." Craig lets out a chuckle and nods his head.

     "Well, I'm sure the sight that I'll see tonight is a sight that you'll want to see from me. You know what, fine, I'll wear a dress. Now if you excuse me, I have a death wish to fulfill." I put my hands in my pocket and find the grenade still in there. I pull it out and hand it to Brian before going downstairs and to my new car.

     I bet there's at least 10 million on this card maybe more. I don't know what I would do with that kind of money. I push open the door to Ponsonby's. The lady at the counter looks me up and down and looks away from me. Of course, I don't belong in here that's why she's giving me a dirty look. I go to the rack where some dresses are hanging up and already see one that surprisingly catches my eye. I pull it off the rack and hold it up, a long-sleeved black dress that looks like it's going to stop mid-thigh for me. I bring it to the back of the store and go to one of the open dressing rooms.