Liam
Parked outside a white house, I stared at it whilst exhaling my second wrap of blunt. The time reads four am in the morning which means I have to do whatever I came here to do and get out.
“How old did you say is the little boy again?” I asked Badok, my attention still on the house. Suddenly, the light in the room at the left wing turned on. Someone is awake.
“He’s five,” Badok responded. He too noticed the light. “We should go in soon boss before the entire neighborhood wakes up.”
Inserting the key into the ignition, I turned on the car and rolled up the windows. Badok’s brows furrowed. “Are we leaving?”
Isn’t it obvious? I drove down the streets, avoiding the cars parked on both sides of the road. I am high, somewhat under the influence of alcohol, I’m angry and my finger is tw
