"Where the fuck are we now?" I just keep my eyes on the burning car. I hear Vijay vomit in the background. "Come on!"
"Where are we going?"
"We need to move out of sight."
"NO!" my head gyrates with refusal. "I'm not walking!" Not again! I fucked a nigga named Calvert! I have PTSD!
"Alexis!"
"WHY!"
"What the fuck do you mean why!"
"WHY ME!" I holler to the clouds above. "I just wanna live!" I drop to my knees. He comes behind me and holds my arm up. Vijay bites me and drags me up. "You act like a hoe."
"Fuck you!"
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We walked into a store, just a random gas station about 10 blocks away. Vijay approaches the counter. "Can you tell me what part of Virginia this is?" he jabs the countertop. The man takes a stick of weed out his mouth, "You bleeding?"
"Not with death."
"Nigga this is Shenandoah. You in Luray."
"What is that?"
"Alexis, you are canadian!"
"Eh?" jest the man. I gawk at him, "Eh my ass!"
"You know Master?"
"Ain't got one..." he grins. A woman goes to the counter, "10 on pump four." she says. "Broken. Take two."
"I've been to that one. It don't work."
The man clicks his tongue, "Shit then that's it."
"What the fuck Samhill."
"I don't own gas, Jamaica."
"It's a gas station!" she yells. "People come for gas and y'all don't ever have fucking gas." she storms out the station. "I gotta drive miles with no goddamn fucking gas. It don't make fucking sense!"
"Damn..." I say. "Why don't y'all have gas?"
"Trap." he puts his arms on the counter. "Y'all want chips? We got Lay's, Utz, Pringles, and we sell pickles."
He is so dark skin with a blue eye in the left and a dark brown in the right. "You got pickles?"
"And kool-aid."
"How much?"
"Two dollars."
"For a jar?"
"For one."
"Fuck it."
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Vijay got me a jar pickles for five dollar. Inside the jar is three pickles. I'm sorry, four. I ate one.
You take the pickle out the jar and with the juice, you sprinkle the desired kool-aid pack.
He only had strawberry.
"I got imps on me." I hear Vijay from the back. "Then why the fuck you come way out here? Don't you know, vamps don't travel?"
"Listen..." I can't hear anything. These pickles is GOOD.
Background
V: I need a cross.
Samhill: You have.
V: No, I need to kill her.
Samhill: Get out.
V: Listen, this is the antichrist.
Samhill: GET THE FUCK OUT!
I turn my head and see Samhill push Vijay out the door. "You too hoe!" he directs with his index. "Nigga don't touch him like that!"
"What the fuck I say. You the fucking antichrist or some shit!"
"I am not!" I holler. Samhill's eyebrows lift. "Alexis!" Vijay calls. I'm running with my jar of pickles. Samhill grabs me from behind and black lines block the doorway. "ALEXIS!"
"Vijay!"
"Stop hollering for that nigga!" Samhill shakes me. "He wants to kill you..." he mutters into my ear. "He my friend!" I'm so fucking stupid like I just said that like a bitch outta elementary. "Listen..." it feels like the word squeezed in my ear... "Just listen..."
I feel like I'm high...
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I could be in jail. I'm not. I'm free... JUST TO BE IN ANOTHER FUCKED UP SITUATION! When I get my shit together, I'm going to church!
This isn't even like a regular gas station, I ain't never heard of Cloud Six.
I ain't never heard of Cloud Six but I heard of Cloud Nine. I heard of gas at a gas station but I never heard about the gas station sucking off they own gas for profit.
Also, he owns dogs.
"SIT THE FUCK DOWN!" he yells at the man beast. I shit you not, there is a werewolf on all fours with veins in his neck in the back of the station in a cage.
The other one is tied up with a rope.
"Damn, you act like I don't feed you." Samhill retorts. He looks back at me, "I need you to take care of my dogs."
"That is a full grown nigga ready to pay bills at any given time. The morning, the evening, and night! He probably got a baby mama somewhere asking about him whilist saying he ain't shit and you got somebody entire father working for the streets!"
"You done?" he narrows his eyes.
I inhale. "He has nuts. Like they right there."
"Which one? Cause Vanilla neutered."
"What the fuck did I just say!" I look about the lot. "What other one?"
"That one," he points northeast. "That's Vanillabean," he gestures ahead, "This big boy is Espresso. And the other one in the cage lying down, that's my big dog Wasabi."
"These are people!"
"They not people..." he claps his hands together. "Wake up, Wa-Wa!"
The giant man dog scratches his ass and turns over. He has the face of a dog, but the ballsack of a man. "Don't call me!" he shouts. They talk, they named like percious puppies, these are people in cages.
"Sam! Sam! We racing tonight!" Vanilla is a full werewolf with a tail. He swishes his ass about while on the leash. "We might. But until then, this the new mammy."
"I wish you would say that again backwards!"
"Ooo. Anyway, she's taking care of y'all, be good. I gotta make payment." he walks off back into the store.
Well I'll be a Christmas hoe.
"You cute..." says Wasabi. Oh my god, his teeth all crooked and shit. "You supposed to wash us!" says Vanilla happily. His eyes is far apart. "The last mammy used to scratch my stomach."
"What happened to her?"
"I fucked her..." growls Espresso with legs stretched out on the ground. "Let me show you doggy style." his tongue is able to smack his chest.
"Lay the fuck down."