“Oh shit.” Bill said as he heard the guard dogs and sirens behind him.
“This is going to be hell.” He said as he continued through the dark Forrest. Trying to avoid the big spot light that the police helicopter was using to try and find him.
Bill is just like any other normal person. I met him in a laundry mat if that tells you anything. I’ve know him since I was ten. For a good three years we were close as could be. He was like my older brother. He came over almost everyday for a good three years. Then he started getting real shady. Being a huge dick every time he came over he was also real sketchy. The problem was that he was on meth. But he didn’t know how to tell me or my family that he was. So he just stopped coming around. It was only about a month ago when I had seen him for the first time in three years. It was on the T.V. I jumped up and said “oh my god.” I immediately started to cry. I knew it was going to happen. He got caught for a big meth lab and was sent to prison.
“Oh. Fuck” said bill as he walked into a tree thinking it was a cop.
“I need a good plan, I need to figure out where I’m going and I need to ditch these nasty clothes.” He said as he tugged on his orange uniform.
He walked in the Forrest for what seemed like hours only to find a highway.
“There’s got to be a store with a phone around here. I know exactly who to call. She will take me in. Forgive me for what has happened. And it will be like nothing ever happened. I wonder how she will react when I call her. She hasn’t heard or seen me in about three years.” He said walking back and forth trying to organize his thoughts.
Soon he got to a little seven eleven and went inside.
“Excuse me sir, we are getting ready to close up. And I cannot serve you when you are in just underwear.” Said the store clerk. She was a nice young girl. About 17 or 18. bill knew that this looked suspicious.
He looked down at himself remembering that he took his jail clothes off. “Please ma’am I need your phone.” He said.
“Alright, but make it fast I need to close this bitch up.” She said as she slammed her hands on the counter.
“Thank you.” He said as he picked up the phone and dialed the number. He has dialed it for so many years he knew it by heart. The phone began to ring.
“Hello?” I said. Looking at the caller ID and seeing that it read seven eleven I was curious at who it was I didn’t know anyone who worked there.
“Um, hi.” Said Bill’s skittish raspy voice.
“Who is this?” I said.
“Bill.” He said lowering his voice.
“Bill who? The only Bill I know abandon me about three years ago for meth. I sure as fuck don’t know a bill that works at seven eleven. So I think you might have the wrong number. Good bye.” I said and I was about ready to hang up the phone but then I heard what the mysterious bill had to say on the other line.
“Wait wait it’s me! Bill your friend. I need help. Big help please fucking help me I have no where to go.” He said as he began to cry.
“Wait what? Bill? I thought you were in prison? What happened?”
“I was in prison but I left that fucking crazy place.” He said very low. Almost to where I couldn’t hear.
“Why the fuck did you leave?” I asked
“I couldn’t take it anymore. They beat me. They never fed me I was like a fuckin’ slave.”
“Wait. What makes you think that just because you left prison you could fucking call me and expect me to take you in? Bill you fucking left me three years ago. And before you left you were a huge Dick and most of all you fucking left me for meth and your crack whore girl friend. I really don’t want anything to do with your fucking scam. You fuckin hurt me when you left bill. Do you fuckin realize this?” I said as I pounded my fist against my counter.
“I know I hurt you. And I’m very sorry for that. If you could just help me out I would appreciate it so much please please I am fuckin begging you I need help. And I don’t know anyone else who will help me. It kind of says something that I’m calling you. I want to be back in your life again I want it all back I don’t want this lifestyle of guilt and fuckin crime any longer I hate it!”
“Excuse me sir. I need you out of my store or I’m going to call the police. I need to close up and I don’t have time for you to get into a pity fight with your fucking girl friend. So get off the phone.” I heard the bitchy store clerk say.
“She’s not my fuckin girlfriend just fuckin butt out ill be out of your store in a max of two fucking minutes just calm the fuck down.” Bill said
“Bill, I really can’t fucking do this. I can’t take the chance of inviting you back into my life and having you leave me again. I can’t go through that again it will affect me worse this time. And plus its not going to work you’re a fuckin escape convict.”
“Please give me a chance. I can make it all up. I miss you is that enough? I need this so bad please can you just come pick me up? I’m sitting in a seven eleven with nothing but boxers on and I think the store clerk is checking out my junk.” He said as he chuckled under his breath.
“alright, I will be there just get out of that store before she calls the cops and they take you away from me again.” I said grabbing my coat and getting my shoes on.
While I was getting ready to go get Bill I realized that I had a twenty sack of weed that I hadn’t even touched so I brought it with me. Knowing that Bill was going to want some after being in the slammer.
As I was driving down the road about three cop cars passed me. I knew It was going to be hell trying to get bill back to my house. A few minutes later I got to the highway where the turn off was to the seven eleven. When I turned I wanted to stomp on my breaks there where Bill was supposed to be there was three cop cars just pulling in. the store clerk was sitting on the curb. I pulled into the store just to find out what was going on as soon as I opened my car door I knew it had something to do with bill.
“Excuse me sir, I was just passing by when I saw you guys pull in. do you mind me asking what happened?” I asked as innocently as possible.
“Well that’s what we are wondering too. We just got here because this young lady called explaining that she was just robbed of all the cash in here cash register by a man with no clothes on.” Said the police officer
“Why would he do that?” I wondered out loud.
“Well he was like about five foot. He had a beard, Lots of tattoos I think there was a swastika on his elbow. He said his name was bill to the person he was talking to on the phone. He was going to have someone pick him up but I haven’t seen anyone pull up and he just ran off.”
This is how the store clerk described MY bill. She made him sound so horrible I hated it. I hated her for seeing him. I hated these cops for trying to arrest him and take him away from me again.
“I know this guy. I know who this girl is talking about. He is an escape convict. He was in our jail because he got busted for a meth lab! Did he say the name of who was picking him up? We need to get him.”
“No he didn’t they were just arguing. I could tell it was a girl though because of her high pitched yelling. She kind of sounded like a controlling bitch. From my side of the conversation it sounded like the two hadn’t seen each other in a long time. I’m so scared I really don’t want to go home. I’m afraid that this guy might like uh come to my house and kill me.” Said the stupid bitch store clerk. While twisting her hair with her fingers and popping her gum.
At this time I was pissed. She was calling me a controlling bitch right in front of my face. What nerve she has to do that. Also she was bad mouthing bill and making him sound like some psycho killer. I’ve got something for her. Something that’s going to make her regret even calling the fucking cops. But I really can’t waste my time on thinking about what I’m gong to do to her. I’ve got to find bill but where would he be. By then I got it.
“hey.” I said to the store clerk “I know that you don’t know me and that I don’t know you but if you would like you could come over to my house for the night and sleep on my couch. I’m Kiannah by the way. What’s your name?” I said with a sly smile on my face.
“Why thank you so much Kiannah. I would totally love if I could stay at your house it would make me feel so much safer.” Said the store clerk as she jumped up and hugged me.
“Your welcome Hun, but what’s your name? I didn’t catch it.” I said trying my hardest not to rip her fucking head off.
“Oh, ha ha I’m sorry. My name is Ryan.”
“Well, why don’t you get in the car Ryan. I’m ready to get home and probably crash for the night.”
So now what do I do? I’m driving home. About ready to bring this Ryan girl into my house. Even though I hate everything about her. I really don’t know what im going to do. What if bill is at the house? She will trip out. But I guess I will find out what to do once I get home and see If bill is there. He knows where I live so I really hope that he is there. As we get closer to the house I get more nervous. We are on the last turn before my driveway. This is the final straw.
“Whelp, we are here if you could just stay here for a second so I can straighten up the house a little it would be much appreciated. Thank you.” I said with a smile.
As soon as I walked in the door I was looking for him. No sign of him anywhere
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