Verse 1.4 (Beginning)

The job begins and Michaell’s new life of crime leads him to be almost killed after his struggles with his first delivery.

“This is where the magic happens boys!” He walked toward the light switch on the adjacent side of the garage and flicked it on. I looked around and saw different models and years of cars that were parked in different areas of the garage. Some had their hoods opened, some where raised up, and some even had most of its interior taken out of it, including the engine, but none of them seemed to work. Oil cans and various coolants were also scattered around the place and the entire room was covered in spiderwebs, roaches, and other bugs as well as rat droppings. He smiled at us as we looked around, “She’s a beaut ain’t she.” I stared at the smiling man and frowned, “You brought us here to deliver some s**t for you. Where in the hell is this supposed to resemble a f****n’ candy warehouse, it looks like you brought us here to help you get rid of all this s**t!” The more I looked, the more irritated and angry I got. He laughed and motioned us to a room toward the back. We entered some sort of supply, bathroom, kitchen looking area in the back of the building. There were pots and pans on one side, beakers of liquid and stuff on the other with cases and boxes all around and toward the back there was a toilet and a sink. “You see. I get my “ingredients” and s**t from my main man and in here I make it into edible works of art. I was the one who thought to transform this s**t, into this s**t,” he said as he held up a block that looked like a bar of soap and a big lollipop, one that looked like you could buy it at any fair. The closer I looked at the “soap”, the different test tubes, and cases around the room, the more I knew that the s**t was drugs, I just didn’t know which type of drugs though. I saw Kane frown as he stared at the bar. He was uneasy and just stood there not saying a word, but I knew something was wrong with him as I saw his face. Then he broke his silence and asked him,“Your asking us to deliver diacetylmorphine in the form of candy?” The man looked at the two objects in his hands, then back at Kane confused as he was speaking a different language, “Duisa-what? No little homie, all you guys have to deliver is the candy. Y’all don’t even have to touch the heroine. None of that dai-s**t either?” Kane groaned, then grabbed my shoulder and pulled my head close to his mouth whispering in my ear, “Still think this is a good idea. Heroine. F*****g Heroine in its purest of forms. That’s a hard pain killer Michelle and if we get caught possessing it we can get put in prison for a long time, no matter what our age’s.” The more I looked at him, I could see he was truly worried which caused me to start questioning the new alliance we just made and why Kane must have had a pretty bad feeling about this to freak him out this much. I looked around the room, next I thought about the money in my pocket, and finally I looked at the lollipop in the guys hand. I knew deep down if we started the job as is and stayed with it the way the man wanted us to we would either end up hurt, or worse. I also knew Kane was right, I just don’t like admitting it to him. The only way we were going to be able to do this knowing we would be safe was by our own way and our own terms, and I had an idea. “Okay. If we’re going to agree to do this, you have to let us use our own method of delivering this stuff and we need to know in advance every person you supply to. Alright?” The man looked at me for a moment, then nodded, “Alright little homie. I don’t care how it gets done, as long as it gets done. You can do it your way and I’ll give you the names and addresses of the people you’ll be delivering to that week, but I’m not giving you everyone. I got too many clients with too many problems to give you everybody, besides some people won’t even give me their names or addresses. I just get notified when and where to drop the stuff off.” He walked over to a table with boxes and notebook on it and began flipping through the notebook, “Alright, what is y’all plan on delivering my stuff? I might want to use it myself if you don’t mind.” I looked around, delaying my response as I tried to think of a plan. I didn’t think he was going to ask for one right away, so I didn’t think of one at that moment . “Uhhh, ummm….I have to talk some parts of it over with my brother really quick before I agree to tell you,” as I grabbed Kane and turned him back around with me. “So, what’s your plan?” I grinned as he said that and rolled my head back, “Uhhh, hahaha about that. Ummm-.” I muttered on for about a minute, then he glared at me saying, “You don’t really have a plan and you just said all of that to give me sometime to think of a plan for you.” My smile widened, “Haha see, you were already on board.” He sighed closing his eyes. I was always fascinated by how fast it took him to solve a problem; the speed at which his brain must work, it hurts my brain thinking about it. I study everyday to try and catch up with him, but I know I’m still miles away from being on the same level as him. I guess I’m jealous of how smart he is. Kane opened his eyes after about 30 seconds, then whispered his plan in my ear telling me what he wanted me to say to the man. “Alright mister ummm…what is your name, you never told us?” I realized he never told us who he was. “What? I could’ve sworn I told y’all back when we first met. Y’all don’t remember me saying Richard or Ricky or Rick,” he said looking at us in disbelief. We shook our heads. “No, nothing. Well s**t, y’all probably forgot or I probably damn forgot, I don’t tell people my name a lot anyways. Most people just call me the Candy Man haha,” and he stared laughing to himself again. “It’s alright Rick. Here’s what we got, we want you to tell us all about the people we’re going to deliver to at least a week in advance, everyone you can. The names, addresses, what they look like, personalities, who they’re always around, everything you know, the more the better,” I looked at him making sure he understood. He nodded then sat down on a stool next to the table the notebooks. “Alright, that it?”, he asked flipping through his notebook. I shook my head as I continued, “I don’t want you telling anyone about who we are or that we know how to fight, if not we’ll stop. Kane’s also going to start making a log and schedule of people we’re going to drop off to and we’re not delivering to anyone who refuses to give us their information or who just gives us a place and time.” He nodded understanding. “Finally, we want all of our payments in advance, the same day of the delivery. This week we’ll take it after them, but starting next week want it in advance.” I guess he didn’t like that because he groaned and frowned after I told him, “Y’all got some high a*s demands. I don’t like paying anyone in advance and I don’t usually do it. How am I supposed to know if you’re gonna walk out with my money or my s**t.” I glared back at him, mad that he didn’t trust us, “We wouldn’t do that. Why would we do that,” I started to get irritated again, but this time I was going to yell at him. He was taking up to much of our time and hasn’t taken us seriously once this entire day, I wouldn’t have put up with his s**t if I didn’t need his money. “We’re just trying to be cautious as well and we’re just making sure we wouldn’t risk our health without gaining something. Just like you, we’re trying to sustain a living,” Kane said as he stepped up next to me. “Y’all not losen’ nothin’ though. I’m out of both my money and my product,” he shook his head putting his hand on his forehead. I didn’t want to do the job not guaranteeing we’re gonna get payed for it, there would be no point. Kane agreed with me on this when we discussed his plan saying it would be stupid for us to lose our lives for nothing. I was about to speak, but Kane beat me to it. “Look” he sighed, “How about we make a deal? The days we have deliveries, I’ll stay here with you while Michaell goes out and drops off the stuff.” “Kane!?What,” I couldn’t believe him, he was gonna ditch me and make me do all that work alone. It was his dumb idea to go with me in the first place and make sure I didn’t die or something. “What about us sticking together to make sure neither one of us dies,”saying this as I leaned into his ear, groaning at him. “You’ll be fine. Besides, I’ll tell you my other plan when we get back home, just trust me,” he whispered back to me. I couldn’t believe him, all those previous agreements and promises for nothing. I groaned again staying quite as he negotiated with Rick. “What’s you stayin’ here with me gonna fix, how would it be making sure I keep my money?,” he looked confused. “If I’m here and Michaell doesn’t deliver your product, you can hold me as bait or punish me, whatever you want to do, until you get investment back. Also while I’m here, I’ll be able to do my work scheduling and logging as well as help you make and pack your candies. Also, if your really unsure, you can just give our money to me that way it’ll always be in your sight.” You could see he was happy about getting help because he smiled picking up some test tubes and stared at the candy bars. “Hmm, y’all could always try to jump me and steal my recipes after I show this little quite n***a my ways,” he said as he glared at us. He fiddled with the tubes then picked up some pieces of candy. Sighing, he looked back at Kane, “Nah, I don’t think y’all would do that to me and you would still be here after I pay you. Alright little homie, you got a deal.” Kane bowed and extended out his hand to Rick so could shake it. He shook his hand and patted him on the back, then reached out and pulled me in as well, patting my back too. “I’m really glad y’all decided to join me. Y’all little n****s are like my family now and I always treat my family right.” As he hugged us, his demeanor changed from hostile to really passionate and continued on as I looked over at Kane. We both had the same thought, “What did we just get ourselves into?”
Working for Richard Neals was the actual start of my life of crime. Before joining his group, I stole, hitched free rides from trains, buses, and cars, and got into more than a few fights; but nothing that would send me to jail. Although after my first drop off, I would have been safer inside a prison. Everything that could’ve went wrong, did and lot more things happened as well. First, I was being followed by someone as soon as I left Rick’s freakin’ garage. I called Kane and told him about it, but the only thing he told me was “Be careful,” so calling Kane was obviously gonna be useless. After that, I went to the most run down part of south LA to a housing complex that was in front of a freeway and apparently needed to be guarded as well. The place was gated and had two big Rottweilers guarding it from the front and back. The only spot that seemed clear to climb was over a fence on top of a hill near the freeway in the back. As soon as I hopped the fence and climbed down, both my new animal friends were there waiting for me, then started attacking me. I tried to run away, but it came to the point were I had to knock out one dog and brake the other dog’s leg for them to finally stop bitting me and trying to eat me. After I broke the bigger Rottweilers leg, it began howling loudly alerting the entire neighborhood that they had company. I was bleeding from my bite wounds and tired from my fight, but I still managed to ran through the broken down houses looking for Rick’s customer as quickly as I could. It took me 15 minutes of looking through yards and on porches until I found her, a woman called Rosie. She never came out once to look for me and the only reason I was able to find her was by looking for her long red hair which I spotted as I passed the community’s park. “She always has on some type of long, red wig, plus her a*s will probably be smoking some s**t when you see her,” Rick told me this before I left his garage. I thought about what he said, it’s a good thing I remembered it. Since she wasn’t even at her house, but instead laying down on the black turf that covered the neighborhood’s playground slides, it sure came in handy. She was just there throwing blunts on the turf and smushing more of them all over the swings and slides. What was the point of giving me her address and location if she wasn’t gonna be there in the first place, to be honest I don’t even think she knew where she lived. I was about to question myself that this was really her, she looked high as f**k and when I asked her, “Are you Rosie? You know Ricky?,”and she just looked at me blankly. “How about the candy man?” She hopped up when I said that and started looking at me weirdly, then only began to respond when I opened up my bag beginning to take out the candies. She grinned as she talked in her raspy tone, “Aww yea, my s***s ‘ere. You don’t ‘ook like one a Rick’s people, plus everyone who comes ‘ere knows Mike brings his dogs in at 10. It’s only around 9 at nightfall,” she walked around me lighting another one of her blunts, then blowing smoke in my face. She was about 4 inches shorter than me, had on nothing but a tank top and shorts, and her entire right side was covered in tattoos. Rick said she was about 40, but she looked no older than 25. “Lady, I’m just here to give you the stuff you ordered. Do you want it or not,” saying this as I fanned away the smoke she blew at me, already really tired from playing with the dogs. I guess I hit a nerve after telling her that because she began yelling at me afterwards. “Dang. It ain’t my fault yo a*s got beat up and s**t. Most n****s know what’s up when they come around here, yo little a*s must’ve fell asleep during training,” she said pulling some money out of her bra. “There wasn’t any f*****g training and your f****n’ house shouldn’t be guarded in the first f*****g place if you want people to drop s**t off to you,”I said as I grabbed the box of candies from my bag. She grabbed the candy and pushed the money at me, “Well some body should have told yo little a*s.” She opened up the box and pulled out a twisted straw looking candy, fell on the sand, and started eating it. “It’s yo f****n’ fault, your a*s should’ve been waiting outside. If I come here again, yo a*s better be outside or I’m keeping your box of twizzlers,” and I put the money in the bag and ran for an exit. As I left she screamed out, “I wish your a*s would! Yo f****n’ a*s messin’ up my high. Don’t bring yo a*s back again, tell his a*s to send someone else,” and I hopped the gate as she yelled alerting more of her neighbors where I was. Some of them chased after me a little past after I left the gate and I guess the man who’s dogs I nearly killed started shooting at me. I found a dumpster and decided to hide in it, then about 4 blocks where he couldn’t find me, he gave up. “I better not see your b***h a*s around here again!” He screamed this out, got back into his car, and turned the corner back toward the gated community. I was tired. I barley felt like getting out of the dumpster I hid inside, but the smell was starting to get to me after a half hour and I felt something moving constantly underneath my feet. I swung the lid up preparing myself to hop out, but I wasn’t quick enough and the top of the lid hit my back causing me to fall on the concrete floor hard. I landed on my right knee, then my shoulder. The pain was so intense that I felt like screaming. The fall also caused the bite wounds on my legs to reopen as well as some of the ones on my arms, every part of my body was pulsing with pain. When I tried to raise up, a sharp stinging pain ran from my arm to my leg. I continued to moan as I laid there for minutes motioning my body to get up, but minutes passed and nothing happened. “Come on Michaell, get up.” I took a deep breath and strained my arms up as if I was doing a push up, then pulled my legs in toward my stomachache, forcing myself to stand. I almost fell down again when I got up, but crashed into the brick wall next to me. I rested on the wall for a few seconds, stood up and began to walk to the bus station. The adrenaline that kept me going was fading fast and I was beginning to feel every wound I received from the dogs and the falls I had. I felt like passing out, but refused to accept the fact that dogs and a trash can would be my down fall, so I pushed on making it to the bus station as soon as the silver line transit arrived. When I limped on the bus, the driver stared at me looking at my torn clothes and that it had blood coming from out of the seams, I also think my right leg wasn’t all the way facing forward either. She asked me if I needed her to call me an ambulance or would I be able to make until she arrived at the hospital. I told her I was fine, just drive to the subway station so I could get on the train. She refused to move the bus demanding that I wait there until someone came to take me to the hospital, but I left after she said she wouldn’t leave and continued to walk to the station by myself. I heard her calling after me as I left, but I ignored her and as I walked the 3 miles up, apparently she called the police on me because a patrol car rolled up next to me 20 minutes later. “Hey son. I was informed from a nice women over the phone that a boy around your age was trying to board a bus she was driving and he was curved in blood, ripped clothes, and looked like he was mauled by a bear. She said he was around your height and age and had a backpack too, just like you, but he left before she could get him some help.” I shrugged to him telling him I didn’t see the boy. “Well son, your limping now and he was described just like you. Could you be the one she was talking about?” I replied no as I began to limp faster, afraid that the cop would try to force me to come with him. “Wait. I just want to get a look at you to see if your ok,” and he stopped his car and opened his door. I began to run after I saw his door open, turning and running down the next street I came across. “Wait!!!” He got back back into his car and drove after me. I couldn’t run as fast as I normally could and the damage to my leg was causing an even greater pain to me, I knew wasn’t going to be able to out run him for pretty long. His car pulled up to me and he flashed his patrol lights, “Stop running! All I’m trying to do is help you boy. What are you so afraid of?” I turned again into another street and ran down one of the nearby building’s loading alleys. I climbed a dumpster then hopped the gate behind it and as I jumped down, I landed on my feet, but I almost passed out from the force to my knees. I slowly walked over to one of the building’s back doors shaking it to see if it would open. Nothing. I tried another and had the same result. “Hey boy, are you down here? Your really hurt and I think you would be better off going to a doctor. Your leaving a trail of blood behind as you run. You need to go and get those wounds patched up!” I looked down on the floor and saw small drops of crimson decorating the concrete leading all the way back toward the gate I just hopped, then I saw the glow from the police officers flashlight. “F**k,” I was trapped. When that idiot catches up with me, he was going to force me to go to the hospital with him and as I’m there, he’ll look through my bags seeing the rest of the money and drugs that are inside of it. After I’m healed enough, he was going to take me to jail. “F**k, I can’t go out like this, not from some dogs and cheap candy drugs. I could of hid somewhere if I wasn’t bleeding out or if I could just wash this blood away with a-,” I saw a storm drain that was under construction a few feet in front of me. It still had construction cones around it with a sign that read open trench. I ran over to it and saw the water running down into sewer. I sighed looking at the water, then I heard the man walking closer toward the gate behind me and the glow from his flash light turned toward me and the trench. “I guess I’ll have to just wash myself away,” and jumped into the storm drain.
I flowed down the drain for a while, not knowing where I was or where I was going. The drain was dark and the only light that entered was from the other storm drain openings that crossed my eyes as I passed by. The water was cold and full of things I didn’t want to know of, but leaves and other objects ran through my clothes entering every spot of my outfit they possibly could. The only thing that was kind of protected was my backpack only because I didn’t want to ruin the money or Rick’s s**t and he end up trying to deduct my pay for it. After about a few minutes of not seeing anymore storm drain lights or any light at all, the water began to flow faster and I could hear a pouring sound grow louder. I looked up, but couldn’t see anything and the closer I got to the sound, the more I realized what the noise was and where it was coming from. As if on cue, I was thrown out of the drain and into a flood river on the outskirts of the city. I gasped for air as I swam to the top of the river looking up at the sky and my surroundings. I didn’t know where I was and began to panic believing I was carried out too far and wouldn’t be able to find my way home. I swam around for a minute frantically searching for a ledge or something, but came up empty handed. “Okay, okay. Just calm down. Panicking is just gonna get us more lost.” I stopped swimming and began to float looking around to my sides as I was carried further down the river. It wasn’t until about a quarter of a mile out that I found a set of bars that led to the surface. I swam over and tried to climbed out, but the more it did I felt as if someone was sucking the life out me the higher I got. When I finally made it to the top, I collapsed on the floor breathing hard and coughing up water. It felt like half an hour passed until I forced myself to sit up to check my surroundings. As I began to stand up, I realized it was a little easier for me to do then earlier when I fell on my knee from the dumpster. I bent my legs and stretched all around feeling a whole lot better than before I entered the water. Actually, I felt really good compared to what I went through earlier that day and when I looked at my bite marks, I saw I wasn’t bleeding anymore. “Well, that’s one good thing that came out of all this s**t. Now, where am I so I can go home and forget this all ever happened?” I saw pipes and pillars everywhere above me and a bridge that was higher up a little bit ahead. As I climbed the ladder to the bridge and got closer to the top, I started to see familiar buildings in the distance a good ways away, downtown’s iconic skyscrapers. I hopped down onto the side walk at the top of the bridge, the walked toward a street sign and read it trying to figure out what city I was in. “District Blvd, Los Angeles.” Well, at least I was still in LA and as I looked around I saw that the drain took me to east LA, judging by all the buildings and signs I saw that said “Welcome to East LA”. I groaned because I was outside of downtown, but happy it was a place I knew and I could get home from here. A couple of streets up, I hopped on the cable train and headed back towards Rick’s garage. The people on the train stared at me trying not to make eye contact, I’m pretty sure wanting to figure what could have happened to me that made me look like I this. I ignored them and I guess they just shrugged me off as some strange hobo and ignored me as well after a couple of minutes. I made it back to Rick’s garage from the station without anymore problems, just a bunch of weird looks. I entered through the front door and headed to the back, then barged through the back door. As I entered, Kane looked at me with his eyes wide and so did Rick. “Michaell!? What happened to you!?! Did you get into trouble with anyone? Why are all your clothes beat up? Why didn’t you call me,” he patted me down looking at my clothes, wombs, and body. He smelled me next and squinted his noise, “Dude, god. You smell like you’ve been wrestling s**t.” I smiled and chuckled at his remark, then fainted on the floor. The next thing I remembered was Kane nudging me awake, somewhere else from where I fell asleep. I strained opening my eyes gazing at me new surroundings for the third time that day. I was in a car with a new stereo system, dark green dash board, and a candy cane cross below the rear view mirror. I was in the Rick’s car. “It’s time to get out bro, we have to climb back up to our room so Madame Patricia Mae won’t know what time we came back,” Kane said as he opened the passenger door for me. I groaned and forced my legs outside of the old car, standing up and stretched. As I yawned, I felt the band aids, patches, and wraps that were all over my body. I also noticed I wasn’t wearing the same clothes I passed out in and I didn’t have my backpack. My eyes went wide and I gasped touching my back, “The money!?! I must have-.” I saw Kane as he laughed at my reaction, “No, no, no. I tossed your backpack because the smell of it was to much for me and we would have never been able to fix the wombs it went through. I removed all of your belongings before I did though; the money and the extra drugs as well.” Rick laughed too after hearing that, “Yay lil homie. I don’t know what you went through at Rosie’s joint, but s**t. Not only did she pay yo little as extra, but she didn’t even take all of her s**t. I can sell that s**t later and get even more bread from it. Yo a*s did good today,” he smiled and nodded at him. I thought about what he said and remembered the previous events of my day, then frowned and as I got mad at him. “Why the f**k didn’t you tell me everything that was gonna be at her f****n’ house? It’s because of yo a*s that I got fucked up. And that b***h said that your not always the one bringing her the stuff, it’s someone else at times. I thought you were alone,” I roared at him preparing myself to attack. “ Easy, easy. My bad little n***a, I did that because I had to see if you was tough enough to drop my s**t off. Rosie’s joint isn’t a walk in the park to get to, nor is Rosie the the brightest b***h your gonna have to drop off to. I’m alone at my garage, but the guy I get my ingredients from comes and takes my s**t out when I’m done making and packaging it, then he has some of his crew deliver it for him. Sometimes I call them up and ask them if they can deliver some s**t for me.” I became angrier after he said that, “The f**k you think my life is, just some damn game to you!? What if I died? Were you just gonna mark it off as some damn loss? And what about her missing s**t? Is her a*s gonna try and get me killed for not giving her all her stuff,” I started to walk toward the car with my fist balled. “No, nope. She wouldn’t do that. My rule is you pay for what I got at that moment. If it’s more or less then last time, not my problem, things change. She probably thought she was gonna get more this time, why she gave you all that money. She’s gonna most likely forget who you are by tomorrow morning anyways.” I thought about how mad I made her and maybe the reason she gave me all of that money was because she just wanted me to leave faster and maybe if she gave me more money I would go. “Here, I was also gonna give you this when you got back,” and he held his arm outside of the car, holding a small stack of bills. “My welcome to the family gift.” I looked at his hand for moment, then groaned as I took the money from him. He smirked, then drove off before either one of us could say anything else to him. Sighing, I put the cash in my back pocket and headed for the emergency exit and climbed the ladder up to our apartment. After entering the storage room I immediately went to my room, took off all my new clothes and bandages, and turned on the water as I got inside my bathtub, laying down inside as the water filled up around me. I could smell myself the entire way back and it was starting to give me a headache. As I laid in the tub, I examined my arms and legs. They were far more healed now then when I got out of the river and when I thought about it, I did just climb 22 floors barely feeling any pain. I didn’t think to much about it, it’s probably just my adrenaline returning back to my body and my body not wanting to pass out again from the pain. I turned off the water, closed my eyes, and fell asleep. A half an hour later, I woke up pruny, drained, but refreshed. The water always had a way of reviving me, no matter what I did or where I was, I just needed to spend some time inside of it and I would feel as nothing ever happened. The pain, the day, the negativity; washed away, gone. Rising up and scrubbing down my body, I hopped out of the tub, drained it, and threw my clothes on exiting the bathroom. “You’re the only person I know that could go inside the bathroom injured, fall asleep while in the water, and come out looking better then when they entered.” Kane was laying on his back as he read one of his books on the floor. Some how he was focusing on his book and talking to me at the same time, never looking up at me once as he did. “You also took off all the wraps and gauze I put on you, but somehow you have scabs already forming on your wombs. Also, when you fainted I saw that your right knee was swollen and as I checked it I was certain that it was sprained, if not broken. But somehow, your walking around on both legs as if nothing happened.” I opened our clothes hamper and threw my dirty clothes inside, turned around and jumped on my bed, “Maybe you were just wrong sir. I got into a little mess with some dogs and fell on one of my legs, nothing that bad. My injuries weren’t serious enough for me to want to go to the doctor and I decided to go back to Rick’s shop. I passed out because I was tired,” I pulled my covers up to me and laid back on my pillows smiling, but continued to rant on at Kane. “Your perverted paranoid a*s was the one who decided to took it upon himself and unclothed me and touch all up on my cuts. You also knew that I fell asleep taking a bath, so that means you snuck in while I was in there like a pervert,” I teased him and called him a pervert as I rested my head on one of my pillows. He growled and rolled his eyes as he continued to read his book, but I didn’t lead up and went on teasing him. “Ahhh. Always so stupid, but still smart.” He closed his book putting it back on the book shelf he bought a couple of months ago, then laid down in his bed pulling the covers up to his neck. He looked up at the ceiling as he closed his eyes resting on his pillow, “Next time you need medical treatment, you can go to some halfwit doctor who just finished medical school and have them say they’re doing the best they can for you, but in reality they’re not. I’ll stop worrying about your a*s and see if I care if you lose one of your limbs because it became infected after you decided to go swimming around in s**t,” then he turned his head away from me, pretending to be asleep. I pouted and was angry that mad, then began to apologize. “Kane, come on. Don’t be like that, I was just playing. I’m sorry,” I shouted this out to him, but he ignored me. I thought about it and I guess I truly made him mad for him to not only curse at me, but also having him break his usual calmness and use an emotion like anger. This was a whole new personality inside Kane I had awoken. “Kane, I said I was sorry. I didn’t even know you were gonna be this upset from that, if I knew I wouldn’t have teased you. Don’t be mad at me,” I apologized again, still no answer. “I know, I’m stupid and your always right, I just don’t like admitting it. I also know you can’t ignore me forever and your gonna talk to me eventually, so you might as well just do it now. Right, buddy? Kane, Kane, Kaaaaannnee,” this time I sat up as I constantly repeated his name, yelling at him. After two minutes of being ignored, I flopped my head down on my pillow and moaned. “Fine then, I’ll give you sometime to get over it. Your such a baby and really mean, you didn’t even wish me a good night. What if something happened to me and you d-.” “Good Night Michelle! Sweet freakin’ Dreams! NOW GO, TO SLEEP!” He never rose up, just screamed this from underneath his covers. I looked over at him, gasping at how he just treated me. Then smirked and tried not to laugh as I said, “Good Night Kane. Sweet freakin’ dreams too and don’t let the bed bugs bite,” but when I finished I started to laugh. I laid my head back and I could here him chuckling quietly to himself. I smirked, then closed my eyes.

Author's Note

Please bare with me. A lot of my writing contains errors that I’m working to fix as you read. I’m sorry if this may affect your experience.
-Blackdeer