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to do.”
I roll up my window and decide that I am going to get a room for a little bit. I drive to the front of this flea bag motel and get out. I walk up to the window and see a sign that says free condoms . Wow! Really?
I ring the bell for service and it doesn’t take long before an older Asian woman is walking over to the window.
“How long”
“Excuse me?” I ask.
“How long do you need the room?”
“Oh okay, for the night,” I tell her. Her face lights up.
“That will be seventy five dollars.”
I hand her eighty dollars and tell her to keep it.
She smiles and says “Room fourteen.”
I don’t even bother to say thank you. I simply walk out the door and go straight to room fourteen. I put the key in the door and open it. The room is small, but it is clean. Or at least it smells clean. I turn the television on for back ground noise.
I pull the drugs out of my purse and I am looking at them when my phone rings. I look at the caller ID and its Patrice’s number that flashes across the screen.
I look down and see that I have missed eleven text messages. A few from Garrett, a few from VI, and even one from Rodney. I am sure by now they have discovered my Houdini act. I don’t answer the phone and don’t hit ignore. I know it won’t take long for Rodney to find me.
My phone rings again and it’s Damon, I immediately answer it thinking something is wrong with the goods that was just delivered to me.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The Longest Ride
“Whoever is happy will make others happy too.”
~Anne Frank
“Drop the needle Kayla,” Rodney and Garrett are screaming at me.
“Get out of my fucking room, and who are you to tell me what the hell to do? You are not my daddy. My dad is a man who raped my mother, and the last I checked Rodney, you are not Seth Stanton.”
“Kayla honey, please drop the needle. I love you baby. Please look at me. We can get through this.”
I glare at Garrett and tell him to leave me alone, that he has nothing to do with this.
“Baby, please put down the dope and let me have it. You can take your anger out on me. Please don’t lose your sobriety.”
“What does it matter to you? You are not the one who it will affect.”
In the blink of an eye I am being tackled and the dope knocked out of my hand.
“Get off me you ape! I can’t breathe.”
“It was the only choice I had. You can be pissed at me all you want, but I will not apologize. I told you I would protect you. Kayla, god damn it, why are you so hard headed? You have a family. Let us help you, but we can’t do that unless you talk to us. We are not mind readers. Now I will get off you, but you are going to get your ass in the damn truck and we’ll talk about this when we are all home. Call it an intervention or whatever you want, but I will not stand by and let you fuck up your life.”
“I am not four Garrett. You can’t make me get in the vehicle. Last time I checked, I was an adult. I am very capable of making up my own mind.”
“Woman, I will not tell you again to get up and go get in the truck. If you don’t I will go caveman and throw you over my shoulder and toss your ass in the truck. Now if you think I am playing, try me.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Okay, your choice.” Garrett said
And before I can stop him he has me up and over his shoulder. My ass is in the air. I am beating him on his lower back, screaming for him to put me down.
Next thing I know I feel a slap on my ass and I scream. Not because it hurts but because I was shocked he did it.
“If you want to act like a child, I will treat you like a child. Children get their asses spanked when they are not listening so you have two choices, you can stop hitting me and act like the grown woman that you claim to be, or you can continue to act like a child. If you choose option two, then I will stop what I am doing and bend you over my knee and spank your ass.”
As mad as I am at him I can’t help but laugh at
I roll up my window and decide that I am going to get a room for a little bit. I drive to the front of this flea bag motel and get out. I walk up to the window and see a sign that says free condoms . Wow! Really?
I ring the bell for service and it doesn’t take long before an older Asian woman is walking over to the window.
“How long”
“Excuse me?” I ask.
“How long do you need the room?”
“Oh okay, for the night,” I tell her. Her face lights up.
“That will be seventy five dollars.”
I hand her eighty dollars and tell her to keep it.
She smiles and says “Room fourteen.”
I don’t even bother to say thank you. I simply walk out the door and go straight to room fourteen. I put the key in the door and open it. The room is small, but it is clean. Or at least it smells clean. I turn the television on for back ground noise.
I pull the drugs out of my purse and I am looking at them when my phone rings. I look at the caller ID and its Patrice’s number that flashes across the screen.
I look down and see that I have missed eleven text messages. A few from Garrett, a few from VI, and even one from Rodney. I am sure by now they have discovered my Houdini act. I don’t answer the phone and don’t hit ignore. I know it won’t take long for Rodney to find me.
My phone rings again and it’s Damon, I immediately answer it thinking something is wrong with the goods that was just delivered to me.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The Longest Ride
“Whoever is happy will make others happy too.”
~Anne Frank
“Drop the needle Kayla,” Rodney and Garrett are screaming at me.
“Get out of my fucking room, and who are you to tell me what the hell to do? You are not my daddy. My dad is a man who raped my mother, and the last I checked Rodney, you are not Seth Stanton.”
“Kayla honey, please drop the needle. I love you baby. Please look at me. We can get through this.”
I glare at Garrett and tell him to leave me alone, that he has nothing to do with this.
“Baby, please put down the dope and let me have it. You can take your anger out on me. Please don’t lose your sobriety.”
“What does it matter to you? You are not the one who it will affect.”
In the blink of an eye I am being tackled and the dope knocked out of my hand.
“Get off me you ape! I can’t breathe.”
“It was the only choice I had. You can be pissed at me all you want, but I will not apologize. I told you I would protect you. Kayla, god damn it, why are you so hard headed? You have a family. Let us help you, but we can’t do that unless you talk to us. We are not mind readers. Now I will get off you, but you are going to get your ass in the damn truck and we’ll talk about this when we are all home. Call it an intervention or whatever you want, but I will not stand by and let you fuck up your life.”
“I am not four Garrett. You can’t make me get in the vehicle. Last time I checked, I was an adult. I am very capable of making up my own mind.”
“Woman, I will not tell you again to get up and go get in the truck. If you don’t I will go caveman and throw you over my shoulder and toss your ass in the truck. Now if you think I am playing, try me.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Okay, your choice.” Garrett said
And before I can stop him he has me up and over his shoulder. My ass is in the air. I am beating him on his lower back, screaming for him to put me down.
Next thing I know I feel a slap on my ass and I scream. Not because it hurts but because I was shocked he did it.
“If you want to act like a child, I will treat you like a child. Children get their asses spanked when they are not listening so you have two choices, you can stop hitting me and act like the grown woman that you claim to be, or you can continue to act like a child. If you choose option two, then I will stop what I am doing and bend you over my knee and spank your ass.”
As mad as I am at him I can’t help but laugh at
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