Lollipop

Home, somewhat

    We started walking to the car that will take me to the house. More bodyguards appear. There was a car in the front and back. They put the luggage in the trunk. My bodyguard came running to open the door for me. I smiled and patted his cheeks. I got in and took a deep breath. They started the car and follow the other to the same direction.
   I checked my watch. It read 4:12 in the afternoon. It only takes about twenty minutes to get there. I get chills just being there. I can't believe I'm going to stay here for awhile. Mum will keep me busy with some cleaning while she gets time for herself. She does that so she won't be around me much. I just rather go to a hotel. Also the reason I'm visiting here cause Angelo sent me to do some business for him. I have to meet up with some two guys and their accountant. I only know their accountant who is Leslie Payne . The reason why I know him cause he comes to help some business with Angelo ,too. I sometimes get a weird feeling about him. I think he will cheat and rob what we have or worse, turn us in. He doesn't look like a man who does dirty deeds and break the law. I kept a close eye on him. He feels like a crook.
    I yawn again. "(Y/N),when will you ever get some real sleep. You been sleeping on the rides. Take your damn meds." said the driver as my bodyguards eyed me.

  "I'll take them once I get the house. Or maybe right now so I won't hear you all." I whispered the last part.

  "What was that?"

"I said kiss my ass. That's what I said and the  last so leave me alone cause I'm tired."

   They just stared because I went out with two of my bodyguards that I hired. They plan to be very hot and nice guys. I was desperate. I look out the window and started to remember the same old buildings. I remember Francis and me would skip out the market to grab out morning bread. It was our daily routine. I turn to my left where a burn down building that red paint smear across on some standing walls. Yellow tape surrounded the front of it. I then saw some flowers . I bow my head.
     Southern side of London. A area that can't be control. Always chaos going on. It's not the people. Torture Gang. A more corrupt than any other. George Cornell wasn't a man to be mess with especially the Richardson. Nor I mess with them neither does Angelo. They are men that can't make deals with.
   We kept driving as we enter the East side. My hometown yet never felt like it. I started to notice familiar parts of it. After all these years, there's no change but the people hearts. The more I dug my eyes into this town; the more memories I get. I remember mother send me out in the rain just for some cigarettes. Sometimes she send me out because she can't no longer stand me. The rain only started to become my friend. It help not to show my tears. I found it funny. No matter what they do to me,it won't affect me at all. Some people call me Thick Skin. The reason why they say that because it's hard for people to get to me. That's the only compliment I ever received. I guess.

  "Hey, we're here. Don't fight with your family and get some sleep."

  "Yeah,you heard that. Stop being a bitch."

  "Call us if you need any assistant. Unlike the last time you got into a street fight for fighting over feakin taxi "

    They kept lecturing me. It's nothing new to me. They do this everytime we go traveling . " Who the fuck are you to tell me these things? Just back me up when I do get in a fight. I already have a mum to tell me shit, alright. You fucking wankers."

  They just took a deep breathe to gain their patience back. I just give them stares. "Then get out of the car. Geez."

  "Fucking cunts." I got out and slam the door. They guide me to the door and left immediately. They knows things are going to go down here. Before I knock,I pull out my lollipop or any sweets that are dug into my pockets . I kill for a cigarette now. I toss the wrapper to the curve of the road. I close my eyes for sec then knock. I move the sweet around with my tongue as I wait for the door to open.
    I hear the locks unlocking and the chains unlatching. Fuck. That's the only word I hear in my head. I yawn as the door open. My mum. She already has a stern,sour face. Next she fold her arms and tilted her head.