The Debt

Chapter 3: The Debt

I open my eyes to find the boy standing over me, his knuckles white from clenching his fists; a brawn man stands alongside him. I look around and find that I'm in a dark diminutive type of tent, though to make up for the colour there are vibrant posters stuck all around the tent: Red Hot Chilli Peppers, The Rolling Stones, U2, Backstreet Boys and the Spice Girls (so not all tough guys are tough underneath)!

The man coughs fakely, trying to bring my attention back to them; a stench of last nights liquor and cigarettes fills my nostrils. I hold back the urge to splutter and blow my nose on my silk scarf, which leads me to have a coughing fit. They just stand there fixed to the spot, impassive.

When I have quietened down the man extends his hand, at first I think he is going to pat my back but his hand just stays there hovering in front of me. Then I realise he wants me to shake his hand. The cheek of him! After my huge coughing fit from the stench of him, why would I want to let the stench spread! "Jacob Lester" he spits out gruffly, "and this is my son Kyle and we have a debt to settle between the Omar's and the Lester's."

"And what does this have to do with me?" I whisper pathetically.

Jacob and Kyle exchange a forged laugh "Why it has everything to do with you, that's because you're the debt."