My Life Underground ~7~ The Junkyard
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PART SEVEN
The freeway zooms by the tinted window in a crazy blur. I sit silently while Joe goes on and on about Luther and blow and the lack of modern-day vigilante justice. His tone of voice is macho, like he has something to prove to me. I feel absolutely nothing. I'm not sad, or scared or even angry, which is my most common reaction. I feel nothing. I lean my head against the window and watch the world zoom by. Joe laughs to himself in the front seat about something he said. It could have been a threat against my life for all I care.
In my mind I can see Keenan, standing at the end of the boardwalk, staring at his shoes while the wind whips around him hard enough to knock him over. I can't even understand why he is allowing Greg to treat him like that. Why he lets Greg lead him around like a fucking dog. This is the only thought I have and it's driving me insane. The Keenan I've known all my life wouldn't even take orders from his parents, let alone some jackass who thinks the world revolves around him.
It's the drugs. Somewhere deep in me I know this. But at the same time, I walked out on Luther like nothing. And I'm not exactly on the straight and narrow.
"What's your fucking issue?" Joe says, half turning his head to glance at me. He quickly turns back to the road.
"Pussy." I mutter under my breath. Regaining some of the old me, and losing some of my sanity apparently.
"What did you say?" he asks, a crazy rage slipping into his voice.
Sounds of silence. I don't say a word. He looks as if he wants to hit me. Clenching and unclenching a fist. I don't have to worry, these guys aren't sexist, they'll hit anyone with a pulse. They don't discriminate. They'll shoot me just as quick as any other junkie, without even a second thought. I let a small sigh escape my lips.
"That's what I thought." says Joe, the craziness slipping away, the macho man demeanor making it's glorious comeback, "We're about 5 minutes from where Luther is staying. We're gonna pick him up and go for a little drive."
Joe takes an exit into Surrey. We drive in complete silence until we get to where Luther has apparently been waiting for me. The apartment complex is crummy. The grass is uncut and the fucking thing looks as if it might fall over on top of the car. I vaguely wonder why Luther is staying here, in this rundown apartment on Hall road, he's always been a classy junkie, if there is such a thing. Then I dismiss the thought, remembering why we are getting Luther anyway. I suddenly have the vicious thought ' I hope he gets sick from the mold in that place and drops dead.' I almost giggle out loud. But considering the circumstances I keep it shut.
My heart stops at the sight of Luther strutting confidently from the building. He is grinning. He walks around to the passenger side of the car. Still grinning. His grin makes me feel sick. I must look like I am going to be sick because Joe leans back to me.
"If you puke in my car I'll break you myself." he whispers this menacingly while Luther opens the door and sits inside the car.
Joe turns back around and Luther leans back to me. Grin, plastered to his face. His eyes are shining.
"Hey there, beautiful." he says to me in a voice as smooth as melting butter. Then he reaches back and slaps me across the face, rocking me in my seat.
I look down. I don't cry. I show no fear. Luther laughs hysterically and turns back to the front. Joe starts up the car and once again, we drive.
I don't pay attention to where we are going or how fast or what Luther and Joe are talking about, although they are talking loud enough for me to hear every word. They don't care, it's not like a dead woman can spill their secrets. My mind races back to Teagan. Her horrifying betrayal. How I betrayed her.
Last time I was in Vancouver Teagan and I got into some trouble. We were on a huge needle bender. I can't even remember much of the time I spent with her. But I do remember that we owed money. The people we owed money to weren't so kind. They gave us 24 hours to come up with 10 grand. I didn't know what to do. I went to the cops. The dealers got arrested, and in the mix, so did Teagan. I guess that out of her needle haze, she decided the dealers were her friends and therefore, I was the enemy. No one likes a rat. I was trying to help, but I guess Teagan didn't want it. Well she got her revenge didn't she. Maybe she didn't realize it would end with my blood. I hope she knows.
We pull off into a deserted junk yard. I am suddenly aware of everything. These are my last moments of life. There are birds chirping outside. The wind is gently ruffling the grass. Luther points a gun to my head and without a word said, I know he wants me outside. I open the car door and step out, slowly, feeling every muscle movement, every breath, my heart thumping in my chest. I close my eyes and stand quietly. Preparing for my death. Luther's voice.
"Think you were going to get off that easy?" his voice is full of laughter, " the gun is just motivation, I'm using my hands on you."
I don't open my eyes. I hear the crunch of gravel and swish of grass. I open my eyes just in time to see Luther's fist swinging at my face. He hits me with a thud and a crack, square in the nose. My nose explodes with pain and warm blood spills down my face. My eyes sting with tears and I fall to the ground. Laughter, more crunching gravel and then a hard kick to my stomach. I double over in the fetus position and hold my pain riddled stomach. Rough hands grab me and pull me up to my feet. Joe is holding me. Luther swings again and hits me in the eye. I can feel it swell almost instantly. I focus on breathing, on staying conscious.
I am fading out. I can hear a car roaring up. And then a large grinding crash. The sound of metal on metal at high speed. Someone is here. Joe drops me to the ground and my last thoughts before unconsciousness are of that car. And of Keenan.
The freeway zooms by the tinted window in a crazy blur. I sit silently while Joe goes on and on about Luther and blow and the lack of modern-day vigilante justice. His tone of voice is macho, like he has something to prove to me. I feel absolutely nothing. I'm not sad, or scared or even angry, which is my most common reaction. I feel nothing. I lean my head against the window and watch the world zoom by. Joe laughs to himself in the front seat about something he said. It could have been a threat against my life for all I care.
In my mind I can see Keenan, standing at the end of the boardwalk, staring at his shoes while the wind whips around him hard enough to knock him over. I can't even understand why he is allowing Greg to treat him like that. Why he lets Greg lead him around like a fucking dog. This is the only thought I have and it's driving me insane. The Keenan I've known all my life wouldn't even take orders from his parents, let alone some jackass who thinks the world revolves around him.
It's the drugs. Somewhere deep in me I know this. But at the same time, I walked out on Luther like nothing. And I'm not exactly on the straight and narrow.
"What's your fucking issue?" Joe says, half turning his head to glance at me. He quickly turns back to the road.
"Pussy." I mutter under my breath. Regaining some of the old me, and losing some of my sanity apparently.
"What did you say?" he asks, a crazy rage slipping into his voice.
Sounds of silence. I don't say a word. He looks as if he wants to hit me. Clenching and unclenching a fist. I don't have to worry, these guys aren't sexist, they'll hit anyone with a pulse. They don't discriminate. They'll shoot me just as quick as any other junkie, without even a second thought. I let a small sigh escape my lips.
"That's what I thought." says Joe, the craziness slipping away, the macho man demeanor making it's glorious comeback, "We're about 5 minutes from where Luther is staying. We're gonna pick him up and go for a little drive."
Joe takes an exit into Surrey. We drive in complete silence until we get to where Luther has apparently been waiting for me. The apartment complex is crummy. The grass is uncut and the fucking thing looks as if it might fall over on top of the car. I vaguely wonder why Luther is staying here, in this rundown apartment on Hall road, he's always been a classy junkie, if there is such a thing. Then I dismiss the thought, remembering why we are getting Luther anyway. I suddenly have the vicious thought ' I hope he gets sick from the mold in that place and drops dead.' I almost giggle out loud. But considering the circumstances I keep it shut.
My heart stops at the sight of Luther strutting confidently from the building. He is grinning. He walks around to the passenger side of the car. Still grinning. His grin makes me feel sick. I must look like I am going to be sick because Joe leans back to me.
"If you puke in my car I'll break you myself." he whispers this menacingly while Luther opens the door and sits inside the car.
Joe turns back around and Luther leans back to me. Grin, plastered to his face. His eyes are shining.
"Hey there, beautiful." he says to me in a voice as smooth as melting butter. Then he reaches back and slaps me across the face, rocking me in my seat.
I look down. I don't cry. I show no fear. Luther laughs hysterically and turns back to the front. Joe starts up the car and once again, we drive.
I don't pay attention to where we are going or how fast or what Luther and Joe are talking about, although they are talking loud enough for me to hear every word. They don't care, it's not like a dead woman can spill their secrets. My mind races back to Teagan. Her horrifying betrayal. How I betrayed her.
Last time I was in Vancouver Teagan and I got into some trouble. We were on a huge needle bender. I can't even remember much of the time I spent with her. But I do remember that we owed money. The people we owed money to weren't so kind. They gave us 24 hours to come up with 10 grand. I didn't know what to do. I went to the cops. The dealers got arrested, and in the mix, so did Teagan. I guess that out of her needle haze, she decided the dealers were her friends and therefore, I was the enemy. No one likes a rat. I was trying to help, but I guess Teagan didn't want it. Well she got her revenge didn't she. Maybe she didn't realize it would end with my blood. I hope she knows.
We pull off into a deserted junk yard. I am suddenly aware of everything. These are my last moments of life. There are birds chirping outside. The wind is gently ruffling the grass. Luther points a gun to my head and without a word said, I know he wants me outside. I open the car door and step out, slowly, feeling every muscle movement, every breath, my heart thumping in my chest. I close my eyes and stand quietly. Preparing for my death. Luther's voice.
"Think you were going to get off that easy?" his voice is full of laughter, " the gun is just motivation, I'm using my hands on you."
I don't open my eyes. I hear the crunch of gravel and swish of grass. I open my eyes just in time to see Luther's fist swinging at my face. He hits me with a thud and a crack, square in the nose. My nose explodes with pain and warm blood spills down my face. My eyes sting with tears and I fall to the ground. Laughter, more crunching gravel and then a hard kick to my stomach. I double over in the fetus position and hold my pain riddled stomach. Rough hands grab me and pull me up to my feet. Joe is holding me. Luther swings again and hits me in the eye. I can feel it swell almost instantly. I focus on breathing, on staying conscious.
I am fading out. I can hear a car roaring up. And then a large grinding crash. The sound of metal on metal at high speed. Someone is here. Joe drops me to the ground and my last thoughts before unconsciousness are of that car. And of Keenan.
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