Saturday, March 10, 2018

Dead On Arrival~ Chapter 24: From One Hell to Another (Part 1)

Warning: This has scantily clad women in a strip club. You've been warned!

Chapter 24: From One Hell to Another (Part 1)
I placed my palm on the cool glass of the window pane thinking back to that day. The pitter-patter of rain almost identical to that very day. The day I met Officer David Sharpe.

I was sitting outside of a strip joint that evening in my car waiting for my cousin to call me about a job. Something that could earn me some quick cash in a large sum. Sure I could have got a real job and made an honest living instead, but fast money was all I thought about in those days. If I knew what I knew now I would have made an honest living and married the mother of my child, Alysha. Stayed home with her on this stormy night and tucked in my little girl for bedtime, but I ignored their text that day. I ignored my feelings of unease.
Instead, I went through with it and met up with my cousin at the strip club. He had set me up with some work involving the owner of the fine establishment. A pretty popular and lively place I was no stranger to. We definitely took in the sights if you know what I mean, but I wasn’t looking to empty my pockets on the pleasure. I was looking to fill them. It was the job of all jobs and an easy cash grab in my opinion. Moving lifted cars from A to B basically. Cars only average joes could dream about. I was ace at it though. Frankly, I could steal anything but I had a soft spot for grand theft. I guess you can say I was the go-to guy for that type of shit. Even so, the money was too good to pass up.

After a few hours of waiting around watching some girls dance their asses off, some guys in black suits escorted me and the cuz to an office upstairs. One could tell the owner was a fan of the color black from looks of the club and his office. Much like downstairs, it was black on black everything. Replacing the tacky neon lights of the club part was fish tanks on each side of us. The big boss himself though dressed in white. He sat at a desk in front of a huge window showcasing the city. It was certainly a sight to behold. In fact, I was pretty sure the whole damn room and himself smelled like money.
It didn’t take long for us to get down to business though once my cousin started yaking. My cousin was always that type who could make a friend out of anybody. The boss sure seemed to take a liking to him from the looks of it. When everything was said and done, I was given an envelope with car keys inside and the boss was shaking my hand. It was supposed to be easy. That was supposed to be it, but it went to hell after that. One stupid decision ruined my life. I went downstairs, met up with my friends, and it dawned on me that the guy hadn’t paid me the upfront fee he promised.

I started to let it go, but my cousin egged me on. “He won’t mind. He owes you, man,” he kept saying. If only I had waited. No, instead I let my cousin gas me up and let greed fuel me. I went back upstairs while my cousin stayed behind. As I headed down the hallway to the office, I passed by one of the dancers I saw downstairs. She ran past me crying her eyes out. I started to ask what was wrong, but I shrugged it off instead.
Then I entered the office strangely with ease. Not even his goons were around to stop me. I took a few steps and I just remember the hairs on my neck standing up and the smell of gunpowder in the air. I stopped in my tracks as my eyes traveled to the boss’ desk. The man we had just talked to was leaned backward in his chair with splatters of blood on his crisp white suit and another man stood beside him. The man then pointed his gun at me. That man was David.We stared at each other for what felt like hours, but I remember it happening all too quickly.

“Stop right there!” he chuckled wiping his finger over a white substance on the desk. He put it to his nose sniffing it sighing with pleasure. “I’ll shoot.”
“I didn’t see anything,” I found myself saying frozen in fear.

“No, you didn’t. You didn’t see shit right? Yeah. You’re under arrest for murder.”

“What?”

“You heard me. I can’t be responsible for this can I?”

He came closer to me looking me up and down smiling to himself smugly. “Yeah, amigo. This one is going have to be on you.” Then without warning the gun connected with my face and I blacked out only to awaken to the horrors of my predicament in a jail cell. No witness or amount of evidence could save me. I was trialed and convicted of murder. For a murder, I didn’t do all thanks to David Sharpe. The real murderer.
I closed my eyes feeling the rage, feeling the hurt, and the emotions of that nightmare I once lived. Staring out the window of the daycare, my new hell, wondering if my life of crime had earned me a far worse punishment than prison. Would I ever see my family again? Would things ever be normal again? Only the commotion of the other side of the room woke me from the despair of that train of thought. I looked over to see Mark aiming his shotgun at Audrey and Audrey pointing her katana at him. Neither standing down.

“Woah Woah! What’s going on? Audrey?”

Part 2- To be continued.

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P.S. Editing this was a pain in the ass. My game also kept crashing after adding some corrupted cc. Fixed it, but it slowed me down a bit.

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