Part 20

Part 20

It took me a few hours to pull myself together and devise a plan of my own just in case things with King goes south. I have about $700.00 in my savings account and over $200k in my duffle bag. Since I was the one calculating the money I will make sure that I put that to the side for myself and take $10k from every $100k we make together. Anything more I’m sure he’ll notice. I’ve decided to find a place to store my funds for now but I’m not sure of a safe location. Once I get of age I’ll purchase a house equipped with a small volt to store all the money I take off the top, that’s to make sure I have a place to stay and a very nice egg nest. I left the roof top to go back to our apartment to see if King has calmed himself down. When I reached the door, it swings open, and there stands King with red eyes. I excused myself so I could get through the doorway but he doesn’t move.

“If you’re going to leave me too, leave now.”

“I never said I was going to leave you but I do think we need to talk.”

He moves to the side, opening the door more so I can enter. The place is a wreck, there’s broken dishes, the lamp is on the floor, and the table has been flipped over. I ask King what was going on, he then tells me that he didn’t tell me the complete truth about Abuelo and Beast. I sat on the sofa, patted the cushion next to me so he would sit down.

“They want us out of New York. They said that we didn’t do what we were supposed to do because they now have more junkies on their hands looking to score the next big high. They gave us 72 hours to leave or they are going to come after us, to kill us.”

“Why didn’t you just tell me that? Something so simple, but instead you treated me like shit because of what? They are a lot older than we are with a lot more experience. So we don’t stay to fight, we leave as they suggested. We can make anywhere our home, this isn’t the only City in the World King. While we’re on the subject, I respect you,  I love you, and would do anything for you; but never do that to me again what you did earlier. That’s not fair and I didn’t deserve it. We are in this together, it’s not just you. Now, we have 72 hours to figure things out but we can do that once we get out of here and to the nearest bus station.”

“I’m sorry for acting like that, I get so mad, and something don’t know how to handle it.”

Cutting him of before he could say anything else, “I get it but know that’s not the way to keep me here, it’s the fastest way to make me leave. I wasn’t trying to under mind you, and I know that I am supposed to allow you to handle it all but I don’t believe that, we’re in this, you and I.”

“Yeah, okay. Ummm, I forgot to tell you though. They want all the money we made, not a cent less. They’ll be back in a few hours.”

“Good, let’s go, everything was already packed this morning. They can have whatever the runners bring back but we aren’t going to sit around and let them take everything we earned. If we hand it over we won’t have anything, including somewhere to lay our head. Let’s go!”

We make our way out of the building, across the courtyard, and in a taxi; without a hiccup. I tell the driver to take us to the Greyhound on 41st and 8th Ave in NYC. He tells me it’s going to cost a little over $50.00. I told him just take the FDR and the fare isn’t a problem, that I know taking the FDR would land the cost around $75.00 plus tip. The driver didn’t utter another word, he started driving in the correct direction which gave me time to deal with King. I put my hand on his lap telling him that it’s going to be okay and not to worry. King throws his arm around me and kisses me on the cheek, he whispered that if I say we were going to be okay, then he knows he doesn’t have to worry.

We sat in silence the entire time, giving me time to think about where we could go. I always wanted to live in Los Angeles but our age is stopping us from going that far, so New Orleans may be our best bet. Abuelo and Beast would ever think we headed south, so that’s our best bet for a temporary fix. I whispered in King’s ear the plan and he agreed by shaking his head. I don’t think he really cares at all to be honest, he just doesn’t want to die or be left alone; I can understand that.