Mind Games


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3. Day 3

“What happened last night, Jen? I can’t remember nothing, and what the fuck is this shit on the back seat?” I cradled my head. I needed answers but couldn’t handle the beat that my hangover was playing on my skull.

Swiveling around, I thrust open the door to release the wall of warm waste that was forcing it’s way up my throat. Unable to get my footing in the dazed state, I fell into the freshly laid puddle of stomach juice, and God knows what else.

“There’s rags in the boot, Omar.” Came Jen’s voice from inside the car, followed by the clunk of the boot release mechanism activating. As I stood up, dripping in bile, I made eye contact with Jen, she had several rips in her dress, but that was it. Her skin was glowing, her eyes seemed full of life… even her voice had the usual upbeat tone to it. It puzzled me, but I had bigger things to worry about, so I proceeded to get the rags to clean myself up.

I opened up the boot, hoping to see a fresh change of clothes. In hindsight, I realize that I was still probably more than half cut from whatever was in that sandwich bag.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!”

The boot slammed shut just as quickly as it had opened and I to the front seat as quickly as I had rolled out.

I snatched the bag out of Jen’s hands, dipped my key in and snorted – within seconds my face went numb and I turned, wide eyed to Jen.

“91st and Wegner” I mumbled…

“Hey what’s that now, Omar?”

“The dude from the corner of 91st and Wegner rd.”

“Oh yep, Craig, I think it is?” stumbled Jen.

“His body is in the back, Jen. How the fuck have we ended up in this shit? What did we even do last night?!” my mind kept racing back to the 11 year old boy in the garage.

“Answer me Jen!” I scream at her, distant sirens becoming louder by the second.

As I turn to face her, she is laughing hysterically, tears streaming down her face; her head turned to face me, as if she were one of those clown games at a carnival.???

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