Chapter 7: Walls

Finally coming back to the doghouse Roscoe wiped the sweat off his forehead seeing Rayne come out frustrated, “Hey Rayne what’s” Roscoe paused when he saw her black eye, “happened to your eye” Roscoe knew exactly what happened, but he wanted her to tell him, “just a little bit of an argument with Skylar and I got in the way” The only person who was in the way was Skylar himself Roscoe thought, “Wow wish I could do something about it.” Rayne smiled setting her hand on Roscoe’s shoulder, “You already have” she leaned over kissing Roscoe near the lips, “Bye Roscoe” Rayne continued down the path. Roscoe watched her get into her car wishing he could go back to the night he lost his virginity to her. ACE! “Adam shouted, “Get the f**k in here.” Roscoe turned around and walked inside with Adam close behind.

                Walking into the office Tank was standing in front of the desk watching Skylar count all the money. Adam closed the door and went to his usual spot to inject himself with drugs. Tank bumped Roscoe’s shoulder, “Did they follow you” Tank said quietly. Nah lost them at the mall” said Roscoe.”  Skylar looked up and put two stacks in front of the desk, “Thank you for bringing me this” Skylar stood up and walked around his desk, “Ace how long have you been with us.” Roscoe thought for a moment not really paying attention he has been with the Strays, “Um I lost count on day two.” Skylar nodded his head, “So did I, well I want to promote you.” Roscoe drowned is eyebrows, “Promote me why.”

                Skylar cleared his throat, “well you show true leadership and you don’t take any bullshit from anyone that comes face to face. That’s why I want to promote you to bloodhound (bloodhounds is the third highest rank over the pups and the hounds. They make sure the pups don’t do anything stupid) What Bloodhound” Roscoe smiled from ear to ear, “That’s f*****g crazy” bumping Tank’s shoulder.” Skylar looked over at Tank seeing him distraught, “Tank what’s got your undies in a bunch

                Tank looked up with fire in his eyes, “I should be the bloodhound not Ace.” Skylar folded his arms, “why is that.” Because I’ve been here longer then he has and I do much more then this p***y does.” “P***y” Adam Laughed, “is what you Ace get’s not your b***h a*s.” Roscoe shrugged, “Hey man it’s cool you could be my wingman.” Tank looked over at Ace, “f**k being your wingman. You wouldn’t of gotten this position is I never brang you in here.” Roscoe smirked, “So your jealous because I’m higher then you are” pushing Tank back, “cry me a river, build a bridge and get over it little b***h” Tank had enough so he pulled out a pistil pointing it at Roscoe’s face

                Roscoe stood there like it was nothing, “Ha-ha dude got some guts” shouted Adam. Skylar sighed, “Tank put the gun down it’s not worth it.” Tank gave an evil grin at Roscoe, “You know it’s not brining a cops son in here was a mistake.” Both Skylar and Adam jumped out of their skin looking at Ace, “I knew it he is a snitch” Adam quickly grabbed his shotgun.” Skylar put his hand up telling Adam to wait, “Ace you’re a cop’s son.” Now in a year and a half Roscoe was trembling that the truth was out, but only Tank knew it was the truth. Adam and Skylar knew his dad is a construction worker up in Sacramento, “Hell no my dad’s up in Sacramento working the Yomotoa contract. If I was a snitch then I would be dead in some ditch right now. You really are going to believe miss universe.” Skylar cleared his throat, “Ace take the day off and I’ll see you tomorrow. I need to have a chat with Tank.” Roscoe gave a nod, “no problem” Roscoe grabbed his earnings, “Thanks again boss” Roscoe quick smile at Tank before walking out of the office. He made a quick getaway before things got worse.

                Walking out of the doghouse a girl came up to Roscoe, “Hey we need to talk.” Roscoe threw up his arms, “Okay who you are first. The girl licked her lips, “Samantha Weaver we hooked up at a party three months ago.”

                This girl reminds you of a mysterious raven. She has deep-set brown eyes that are like two discs of wood. Her fine, straight, midnight black hair is worn in a style that reminds you of a bale of hay. She is tall and has a voluptuous build. Her skin is deeply-tanned. She has a large nose and small ears. Her wardrobe is strange.

Roscoe threw his head back, “S**t look I told my sister this and now I’m telling you this, “IT’S NOT MINE! You probably were heavily drunk one night and slept with another guy that looked like me.’ Samantha sighed, “No I wasn’t drunk and I know you didn’t put a condom on. It’s your baby.” Roscoe shook his head, “look b***h it’s not and if you bring this up again I will put a restraining order on you. Now if you excuse me I got better things to do” Roscoe brushed by Samantha and ran across the street. Samantha thought she had this all planned out, but she was wrong about everything.

                Walking down the dark hallway Roscoe pushed open the door and saw Janelle in a bathrobe on her knees at the edge of her bed, “you know the underwear you picked out” Roscoe nodded his head, “Yeah which one did you pick out” Janelle smiled untying the rope and let the bathroom fall, “None” Her body was bare and Roscoe quickly got undressed.Roscoe walked over putting his cold hands on her bare hips and she fell back onto the bed. He kissed her lips moving as her eyes widened feeling his erection go inside her. Both looking at each other’s eyes they both knew everything would be copasetic.

                As it began a sharp pain went through Roscoe’s shoulder as he fell off the bed. He quickly looked over seeing his shoulder bleeding, “what the f**k” He was shot in the shoulder out of nowhere. Getting back up his heart dropped into the deepest part of his stomach seeing a quarter sized hole in her forehead. The door busted open and appeared a battered Tank with his gun pointed at Roscoe, “You F*****G killer her! Shouted Roscoe, “Hey what’s one more b***h dead” Tank said pulling the hammer back.

                Roscoe went full speed at Tank knocking him into the wall as the gun fell and it fired into a wall across the room. Roscoe threw Tank against the wall like he was a ragdoll and he couldn’t control himself.Roscoe walked across the room when he fell to his knee feeling a wave of emotions coming over him, “This shouldn’t of happened” Roscoe said, “You should of just let it be.” Tank smirked licking his blood lip, “What keep your secret hidden forever. You were getting out of control thinking you were invisible, but you’re feeling for a girl got in the way and that’s why you’re going to die” Tank appeared with the gun and shot it another time. The bullet zoomed by Roscoe’s ear taking a little piece off going out the window. Roscoe fell on his back taking deep breaths from his near death experience

                Tank appeared over Roscoe putting the gun a few feet from Roscoe’s face, “The end is near.” The end is never near” Tank pulled the trigger but the gun locked up and to make matters worse sirens were coming down the road. “S**t” Tank put the gun back in his shorts and quickly ran out the door. Roscoe stood up holding his shoulder when the room started to spin. He fell onto the bed reaching for Janelle’s hand as he blacked out.