Truls Logan sat in a storage unit. The storage unit was away from eyes, most importantly, away from cops.
He didn't have the right material nor the right house. He had a piece of torn newspaper, some toilet paper when he needed to shit, some more newspaper that covered the top of the large mattress he slept on, and baby blanket that came from the storage unit of Louis Herman and Laura Jacob-Herman.
He found out that Louis Herman went to Whitewater Middle School. He played football and the football team was The Whitewater Explores. His position on the football team was Cornerback.
Truls also found that Louis had kept a paper from his school. Though he was born March 19th of 1987 and was 33 at the time and Truls was three years older; Truls discovered that Louis sucked at football and had been kicked off the team due to a lawsuit from Megan Bryant concerning, indecent exposure, thief, and domestic abuse.
Megan Bryant took a photo with the chess club. Louis was proud of his girlfriend and they kissed. He kept her locket and the break up letter.
Dear Louis
I hate you. With all my heart, I can't believe you went through my things. Taking pictures of my underwear and showing them to your teammates.
You stole my car that my dad bought for me with a loan. I really believed we could be together for years. You have been pressuring me for sex. I even woke up with your DICK in my shirt.
I cannot fucking stand you. I thought you were somebody I could be around for years with. And the last time I had sex with you. I was saving it for a surprise and I know you like video games.
I am pregnant with Sam Coil Herman.
With all the disgust, your X.
As for Laura Jacob-Herman, his current wife. This unit was filled with old memories, as the couple agreed to live in a new house. However, Laura had an aboration in 1999 and did not tell Louis. Her real name was also, Kate Faith Stortoni.
All this information was stuffed inside the mattress he slept on. It was just so lumpy and during his frustration, he decided to make a change.
As far as he knew, Louis and Laura had 3 sons. Matteo, Reno, and Flann.
Truls found Flann's report card from school and medical records.
Math–63
Science - 8
History – 50
Art - 60
Language–23
PE– 45
Truls told himself he couldn't have a son this stupid. He was hit by a car which helped the family discover that he was deaf.
He found a second medical document that told that Flann had 'mild down syndrome'. In Truls own thoughts, he would have killed his son.
But, to more important matters. The family currently stayed at 29 Frum Street, Tennessee, 38007, 731-9067, Cell: 885-1500. "Where is Frum Street?"
He stayed in a storage unit which meant there were no plugs to work the computer in the unit. It wasn't charged and at least 29 percent of battery life.
He dialed 555-6701. "Holler, Holler..."
"Mickey, I got a house for you."
"Really? It ain't my birthday."
He snorted his laughter. "Listen," he looked at the paper and read it out loud. "29... Frum--F-R-U-M."
"Frum." Mickey repeated. "Street. Ima say it again. 29 Frum Street."
"White, Black, Mexican?"
"White." he replied. "OOO!"
"I got a phone number too if you wanna bait out?"
"Give it to me anyway."
"885-1500."
"Nigga that's a company number."
"No, it's not." he narrowed his eyes. "1500."
"Nigga, I'm looking at the damn paper now. 1-5-0-0." he stressed. Mickey inhaled, "I guess you can read."
"Fuck you." he laid one paper down and picked up another. "Laura Herman, she had her name changed from Kate Faith Stortoni."
"OOO, it is my birthday. Guess how old I am."
"20."
"90!"
"Damn..."
"I might fuck somebody." he chuckled. "Get yo black ass over here."
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Around 12:15, Mickey's old black ford pulled up to the storage house. He rode in the back. "Going to rob a house! At night, with my friends!" Mickey sung. Truls rolled his eyes at the childish behavior. "Finna kill somebody, with a knife, with my friends!"
"Mick..." he called from the bed of the trunk. He laughed. A man next to him with sullen eyes deep brown eyes tapped him, "Who he?"
"That's Truls, Truly. He a nigga."
"He like that?" he asked. Mickey called out to Truls in the truck. "Truls! I want you to speak to Hakron."
"Hakron?" the truck took off with Truls bouncing in the worst places. "Hey!" said Hakron. "You Truls?" He couldn't help but focus on how slow he sounded. Dragging... every... word.
"Yeah, man." he didn't like conversations in which he to decided right then, how to end them. "I'm Hakron Brown. You one of them?"
"What?"
"Is you like us?"
"Nigga what?"
"Goddamn it, he asked if you was a vampire or not." yelled Mickey. "Yes, he is a vampire, Hakron!"
"Really? Like, he got fangs?" he pointed to his mouth. "Yeah man..."
"That's cool..." he moved to the backseat which was highly annoying for Mickey. "Did you bite somebody?" he asked the back window. "I have..." said Truls. "I bit somebody I liked..."
"Sorry to hear that..."
"I bite my sister..."
"Oh..."
"Then I bit my mama... I didn't mean to..."
In his head, he screamed, stop talking to me. "I bit the mailman and like that was two year ago and I went to jail. And they let me go. And like, shit just not the same like... why do vampire bite people?"
"Because!"
"I know what I need and that's blood but like, biting people you know? I can't get behind that. I bit my dog and I loved my dog."
"Is you talking about a nigga, man?"
"No... Truls. We talking about actual dogs..." Mickey lamented.