Stuffed up at the head of the bed between the nightstand and leg of the bed, I find my black duffle and box and my heart stutters to a stop. I think Buck was in here.
Tearing the lid off of the box, I open it and dig around, letting my fingers graze the contents. I jump up and look out the door before I get back to my digging.
Buck must still be outside where I left him. Here’s to hoping he still is. “Buck,” I holler through the house, but come back with nothing. Good.
Sitting back down on the other side of the bed, I get to counting. This has become a thing ... a reassurance of sorts. It’s a balm for my anxiety. When you grow up with nothing, you learn to value the few things you acquire along the way, and that’s exactly what I’m doing; I’m valuing my shit.
“Twenty, thirty, forty,” I whisper under my breath to myself, laying the bills out flat in neat little stacks around me as I count. I have to count it and see it. It’s the only way.
“Darlin’, you done putting...”
The door creeks open and my head snaps up. My heart lands directly in my ass. Scrambling around, I shovel my shit back into the box like a mad woman. I like Buck, but I don’t know him enough to trust him, or even if he would trust me enough to understand.
“The fuck you doin’ over there?”
Son-of-a-bitch.
4 - Budweiser
Buck
A head of black hair and cautious eyes the size of goddamn saucers peek at me from over the edge of the bed. I can’t see her body, but I can tell she’s moving around on the other side. Her shoulders jerk around and shit when she moves.
“The fuck you doin’ over there?” I ask. Is she digging through my shit?
“Uh, just sorting through my clothes,” she answers breathily, and way too quickly. Flicking her brown eyes from me to the door, it almost looks like she’s looking to make a run for it. If she runs, I’m chasing her ass down.
“Lennon?” I cautiously take a step into the room.
Smiling sweetly, she starts chewing on her thumb, watching me closely. “Sorry, I was just looking through my bag. You startled me.” Yeah, not buying her bullshit.
“You sure?”
“Yeah,” she mutters. “Why wouldn’t I be?” I don’t know, maybe because it looks like you’re going through my shit and I can tell you’re lying through your goddamn teeth.
“Alright,” I say, taking a step back into the hall. I’m not sure if this shit is paranoia or if it’s my trust issues, but I trust Lennon as far as I can throw her.
I leave her alone. She’s here and she’s already had access to my shit while I’m gone. Lilly trusted her enough to send her here, and Dan trusted her enough to bring her around. Figure there isn’t much I can do about it now, so I talk myself down. I’m too damn paranoid.
“Gotta make a few calls,” I tell her, leaving her in the room alone to do whatever the fuck it is she’s doing. I need to go check to see if she did what I asked her to do.
Walking past the bathroom door, I knock on my way by. She moved on to the bathroom about fifteen minutes ago.
“I’m heading out.” I don’t wait for a response. I’ve got shit to do. She can spend all day curling her hair, fucking with her make-up, shaving her legs, or digging through my cabinets, but I got places to be. Got no time to sit around as she plays Inspector Gadget in there.
After I found the twitchy little broad in my room, I went out to the shop to get some shit together for this weekend. There isn’t shit in my house worth stealing anyways, so whatever it is she’s looking for, she isn’t gonna find it.
The door whines when she throws it open. “Wait.” A little pair of feet come stomping after me. Turning around, I can’t help my jaw from hitting the floor. I think the thing cracks when it meets the hardwood.
“The fuck you wearin? I can see your pussy through your shorts.” I start waving at her whole damn body. Her eyes meet the ceiling, like she’s trying to control what she’s going
Tearing the lid off of the box, I open it and dig around, letting my fingers graze the contents. I jump up and look out the door before I get back to my digging.
Buck must still be outside where I left him. Here’s to hoping he still is. “Buck,” I holler through the house, but come back with nothing. Good.
Sitting back down on the other side of the bed, I get to counting. This has become a thing ... a reassurance of sorts. It’s a balm for my anxiety. When you grow up with nothing, you learn to value the few things you acquire along the way, and that’s exactly what I’m doing; I’m valuing my shit.
“Twenty, thirty, forty,” I whisper under my breath to myself, laying the bills out flat in neat little stacks around me as I count. I have to count it and see it. It’s the only way.
“Darlin’, you done putting...”
The door creeks open and my head snaps up. My heart lands directly in my ass. Scrambling around, I shovel my shit back into the box like a mad woman. I like Buck, but I don’t know him enough to trust him, or even if he would trust me enough to understand.
“The fuck you doin’ over there?”
Son-of-a-bitch.
4 - Budweiser
Buck
A head of black hair and cautious eyes the size of goddamn saucers peek at me from over the edge of the bed. I can’t see her body, but I can tell she’s moving around on the other side. Her shoulders jerk around and shit when she moves.
“The fuck you doin’ over there?” I ask. Is she digging through my shit?
“Uh, just sorting through my clothes,” she answers breathily, and way too quickly. Flicking her brown eyes from me to the door, it almost looks like she’s looking to make a run for it. If she runs, I’m chasing her ass down.
“Lennon?” I cautiously take a step into the room.
Smiling sweetly, she starts chewing on her thumb, watching me closely. “Sorry, I was just looking through my bag. You startled me.” Yeah, not buying her bullshit.
“You sure?”
“Yeah,” she mutters. “Why wouldn’t I be?” I don’t know, maybe because it looks like you’re going through my shit and I can tell you’re lying through your goddamn teeth.
“Alright,” I say, taking a step back into the hall. I’m not sure if this shit is paranoia or if it’s my trust issues, but I trust Lennon as far as I can throw her.
I leave her alone. She’s here and she’s already had access to my shit while I’m gone. Lilly trusted her enough to send her here, and Dan trusted her enough to bring her around. Figure there isn’t much I can do about it now, so I talk myself down. I’m too damn paranoid.
“Gotta make a few calls,” I tell her, leaving her in the room alone to do whatever the fuck it is she’s doing. I need to go check to see if she did what I asked her to do.
Walking past the bathroom door, I knock on my way by. She moved on to the bathroom about fifteen minutes ago.
“I’m heading out.” I don’t wait for a response. I’ve got shit to do. She can spend all day curling her hair, fucking with her make-up, shaving her legs, or digging through my cabinets, but I got places to be. Got no time to sit around as she plays Inspector Gadget in there.
After I found the twitchy little broad in my room, I went out to the shop to get some shit together for this weekend. There isn’t shit in my house worth stealing anyways, so whatever it is she’s looking for, she isn’t gonna find it.
The door whines when she throws it open. “Wait.” A little pair of feet come stomping after me. Turning around, I can’t help my jaw from hitting the floor. I think the thing cracks when it meets the hardwood.
“The fuck you wearin? I can see your pussy through your shorts.” I start waving at her whole damn body. Her eyes meet the ceiling, like she’s trying to control what she’s going
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