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Adrian's facial expression matches that of a scared five year old. He's fidgeting with my fingers, not his, mine. His legs are bouncing up and down as Mr. Rodriguez asks him all kinds of questions.
My favorite one was when he asked "Do you have kids?"
Adrian had made a gagging noise in the back of his throat. But then it turns out Mr. Rodriguez had meant, "Do you like kids?" I had to take a minute to myself to laugh because the expression on Adrian's usual dark and broody face was fucking priceless.
"Do you-" Mr. Rodriguez starts but I cut him off.
"You know what, Mr. Rodriguez, I think that's enough. He's a good hooker, and that's all that matters."
He grunts in response. "Gene is in rehab," He tells me. "I made sure he went after he nearly got run over by a car the other day."
My dad's in rehab... Does this mean he'll actually be clean? Maybe he'll finally stop hating me. Maybe a sober version of him will be better to me.
No... stop. I'm free now... well in a sense. I can't go back. My father is no longer a part of my life.
"Who's Gene?" Adrian asks.
"No one," I quickly respond.
I take a sip of my cocoa and offer a sip to Adrian, who simply shakes his head. I slip my hand out of his grip, and take out my... or my tapped... phone. I downloaded Subway Surf on it, as well as other games.
I open Bubble Shooter and start playing while Mr. Rodriguez plays some sports channel on the TV. I'm not even going to deny it. I can't with sports. I don't understand the fucking terms! The touchdown in basketball, or slam dunk in football. I can't fucking do it.
What are you even touching down? The hoop is all the way in the air! It's should be called touch-up but then it becomes a make-up term. It's all so damn confusing!
But Adrian looks completely absorbed into the TV though. Who knew he was into sports? Am I kidding? Look at those muscles, of course he's into sports!
Dylan (7:34 PM): Where u at? ð
Me (7:35 PM): With Anna's parents. Why?
Dylan (7:35 PM): Is Addy w u?
Me (7:35 PM): ye, why?
Dylan (7:36 PM): nah, i went to his place, but walked into sumn no one should walk into and got worried that adrian was hiding in some corner scared for his life
Me (7:37 PM): ðð omg
Dylan (7:37 PM): anyway, i gtg. luna is here
Me (7:38 PM): bye, give her a kiss from með
Dylan (7:38 PM): bye. and... sure ð
"Who was that?" Adrian asks, craning his neck at my phone. I switch it off and smile at Adrian.
"My other hooker."
"Dylan?"
"Yeah, he has Luna over."
"So... they're a couple too?"
"Ye. We're the only single pringles here. We should do something fun for that. Ooh! How about setting up a random one night stand for you and me? We haven't committed to anyone yet so we can do that."
Although I want to commit to him so badly. "No, let's not do that," Adrian pats the back of my hand. I'm not sure if he realizes his own strength, but him patting my hand felt like an elephant stomping on it.
"Let's not... break my hand today," I give him a sweet smile and rub my hand, planting a kiss on it. Yes, I kiss my own hand at times. It's not like I have a man to do it, anyway.
Self love bitches.
Okay, I don't practice self love all the time. But it's important anyway.
"Henry, get yo ass over here and help me set up the table for dinner!" Mrs. Rodriguez orders. I get up as well, but she shakes her head. "Naw, you relax." I shrug and plop back down on the couch. I might have missed the couch because I landed on Adrian.
Or to be more specific... his lap. And damn, does it feel good. But I quickly scramble out of it and take a seat on the actual couch.
Adrian returns to watching sports on TV, and I return to playing games.
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Dinner was particularly awkward. I mean, Mr. Rodriguez would shoot glares at Adrian for no particular reason. Mrs. Rodriguez would kick her husband from under the table and he'd stop glaring.
I managed to feel Adrian's muscles at least twice, and Adrian twirled around with my hair four times.
We didn't talk. But the dinner was really good. And now, I'm sitting in the car blaring Ariana Grande while Adrian is grumbling a few curse words under his breath. "When you come through like the sweetener you are!!" I sing and he groans.
"Don't hate on Ariana, she's my queen," I scold and Adrian shakes his head.
"The volume, and your singing combined is making me get a really bad impression of her," He replies. I roll my eyes and lower the volume.
"You're just a hater."
I begin to hear a light vibration before a phone starts ringing. I glance at the caller ID, but they're emojis. It's a peach emoji with water droplets next to it. That's really dirty I-
"Adrian... um, someone's calling you."
He glances at the phone before saying, "Oh, that's Blake. Pick up and put it on speaker."
"Okay," I reply, pressing the green button and then putting it in speaker. "Hey, Blake. You still have to teach me how to drive."
"Yeah... I could never forget..." He laughs nervously. "Is Adrian there?"
"Yeah, Addy-Baddy is driving."
"Give him the phone please."
"Um, hello? Have you ever heard of not using your phone while driving?" Just as I'm conversing with Blake, Adrian pulls over to the side of the highway and takes the phone from me.
"Yeah, it's me... He does?... Fuck...I'll drop Bailey home and be right there... Tell them to hold... don't... No Blake! Don't spray it... Sparkling water..."
Hold the fuck up, is he ordering food- And he doesn't want to take me? How rude! I wait until he hangs up before yelling, "You're going to go eat without me?!"
"What? No!"
"Sparkling water?"
"That's a code word. I can't say 'shoot the fucker' on the phone, can I?" Oh damn, he's smart. "I'm gonna drop you home and then go."
"I wanna go."
"No. You're not going anywhere."
"Yes I am."
"No, you are not."
"Yes."
"Fuck no."
"Fuck yes."
"I'm not going to argue with you," He replies, returning to his usual cold voice. Damn! I was getting to know him so well. He starts the car and takes a sharp right towards the mansion.
"Please..." I drawl like a child. "Please, Adrian. You've already kidnapped, so if I witness this too, you won't have to kidnap me again."
He grunts as he pulls up into his mansion. "You're not coming with me."
"I am."
"No you're not. Bailey, I'm not going to fucking argue with you."
"Me neither, so we can make things easier for the both of us by letting me come with you. I won't be a problem, I swear."
He glares at me for a while, probably hoping that I would back down. I have to admit, backing down is a little tempting, but living in the hood with my father for eighteen years will harden you up no matter how much you don't want that.
"Get in," He finally growls out.
"I'm glad we see things my way," I nod and get into the passenger seat of his black car. He climbs into the driver seat of the car and it whirrs to life.
The entire way there, he doesn't talk to me. His eyes are focused on the road, taking reckless turns and driving way over the speed limit. The car screeches to a halt near the back of an abandoned building.
I notice Blake standing there, with his hands up in the air. Anna's doing the same thing. There are other men there in black shirts, and all of them are doing the same thing.
Where are their weapons- Oh, they're on the ground. Why are they... Oh. My. God. My eyes land on the center of attention where everyone's line of sight is going. There's a woman holding a gun to the head of a child. A goddamn child.
He looks terrified. There's a large cut on his wrist, and he's bleeding out. He's going to fucking die! What are they doing! They should shoot the woman!
"If any of you move, I'll shoot him," The woman threatens. Her eyes are bloodshot red, as if she's been doing drugs since the past year.
"Adrian, he's going to die..." I whisper harshly. "Save him. Goddammit, save him... Adrian-" He cuts me off by placing a finger on my lips.
"Shh." He steps out of the car delicately and the woman's gaze snaps towards Adrian. "You let the boy go, and we'll let you go."
She stays put, her gun still pointed at the boy's head. The boy looks like he's around four years old. His eyes flicker over to me for a second, and I'm met with the same fear that haunted me all these years.
I see myself in his eyes. A little girl, scared to go home because her dad was there. Scared to go to school because everyone would make fun of her because of the worn out clothes she'd wear. Scared to walk the streets because there were bad guys everywhere.
And now, I see myself in this little boy.
This woman... she's going to kill him. He's going to die before his life ever started. I can't let that happen.
Without thinking I pull out a gun from under the seat and cock it. I point it out the window and pull the trigger.
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a/n: well... i mean... idk. idk what to say. like literally no idea what to say.
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