Chapter 6: Chapter Five

As I wait hand in hand with Sarah for the bus, Carl who should be going the other way was standing right beside me.

"What was in the envelope that you burned?"

I ignored him.

He lean even closer. "Was it something illegal?"

Fuck.

"Carl, I swear to God if you don't step away from me I'm going to fucking lynch you!"

I felt a sharp pain on my hand where Sarah was holding.

"Sorry"  I looked at her but she wasn't even looking then I turned back to Carl and in as menacing as I could "Go away"

He looked at me for a moment then said

"...fine" retreating but as usual he didn't seem threatened or annoyed. "See you at school tomorrow" he waved bye and ambled out.

Persistent bastard.

"You know brother" Sarah started when Carl has completely retreated to his other side of the road. "If you keep treating your friends bad this last one will go too"

"He is not my friend" I replied simply.

He is a fucking parasite trying to leech off me. Off my years of suffering, blood, deaths and mental breakdown, and the worst part is that it is working.

Carl Simmons. The stereotypical bully target. Introverted, anxious, submissive. Plus he is an ugly son of a bitch that wears glasses and has acnes, a large nose, and ears that weirdly stuck out.

But he is also very intelligent.

Always top 3 in the class. The only reason he is going to a school as shitty as this is because his parents can't afford a better one which is quite unfortunate for him because mere looking at him you would know he would be a target in environment with too many predators. Whether it is paying dues, getting beat up, mocked, giving away lunchboxes. He probably had it the worst even from the weakest of the bullies...until he became a leech.

The bus came and we climbed on and went home.

Our house is particularly big but it was more than we needed. A four bedroom flat with a kitchen and two bathrooms and one hell of a yard. The only time we've been more than two in the house or it's surroundings is when Sarah had a sleepover for her friends. 

The first time she made that suggestion I said no, and she didn't talk to me for a month while eating as minimal as she could. I was 14 at the time, and it was the scariest thing since she had that fever that got me cr--. 

That's by the way. 

Before she went to bed, the little rascal said there would be a sleepover in the weekend but this time at Lilly's place. 

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I liked it. 

Sarah still stays in her old room, but I moved into Mom and Dad's room because Mrs. Patel had always hinted that leaving our parents room vacant would create a void. It's been two years and I'm yet to get use to it. Probably never would. 

I collected my backpack from where it laid at the foot of the bed and then brought out the cash wrapped in paper and tied with a band. I loosened it and the cash fell out but I was more interested in the paper. I leaned over to the light  from the lamp on the nightstand by the right side of the big bed. 

Seeing the list I chuckled. 

It contained more names than I hoped for and some of them were familiar, either the teacher or the student they were banging. Crazy. 

And a fucking gold mine. 

She literally gave 16 names with their addresses too when I was expecting two or three. Are they in a group chat or something? 

I spread the sheet then took a clean snap, and then move it to Private. 

I folded the paper to the smallest size it could go then pulled the top most drawer of the nightstand. 

A bunch of documents and stuff were there but on top of it and the most prominent were Dad's glock and his glasses case. I collected the case, opened it, put the folded paper into it, closed it back and tossed it into where I took it from while trying my best to resist the urge of picking up the glock. 

I slammed the drawer shut and then proceeded to count my money. 

$50,000.

It felt so unreal. I had never held that much money before. Dad's account had a total of $210,000 but those were the ones they were able to save over the years but in less than a week with zero effort I made $50,000. 

It was unbelievable and a show of how massive difference between the rich and the poor. 

Should I ask for more? I pondered. 

Probably not a good idea. I said, putting the cash into a small trashbag. I don't want to make her too desperate.

I was tired and my eyes could barely stay open. I place the money into the bottom drawer and then slumped into my bed knowing that the sleep won't take time to claim me.

Her embrace was almost insta ntaneous, and in seconds I was gone. 

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