The Late Night Delivery, Part 5: Time For Action (1816 hits)
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Submitted by Sideburns (View user info) at 2006-02-15 11:48:03 EST
http://www.ubersite.com/m/45183 Part 1
http://www.ubersite.com/m/49806 Part 2
http://www.ubersite.com/m/61087 Part 3
http://www.ubersite.com/m/69323 Part 4
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"Pull in here". Amanda lowered the gun to my waist, so that nobody in the gas station parking lot could see it.
"What are you doing, Amanda?", I said. "Where did you get that gun?"
"It was in this seat when I got into the car."
That's right. Lenny tossed me another gun when he told me that I had to kill my father. The gun in my side was meant for my dad, who was in the back seat watching all this transpire. He tried lifting the heavy shotgun up to point to Amanda, but it hit the ceiling of the car.
"Don't you even try, I'll kill him. I swear to God I will!". Her voice was trembling with fear.
"Don't do this, Amanda! What do you want?", I looked her in the eye.
"I want out. I want out of this car right now, damnit!"
Her wish was my command. I didn't say a word as I pulled into a parking space. Amanda dropped the hand gun into the floor board, opened the door, and sprawled inside the gas station. She started talking to the cashier, then pointed to me. That's when I realized she was ratting me out.
I threw the black Lexus into reverse and took off out of the parking lot. Fuck her. I can't believe I was secretly in love with someone who didn't give a shit about me, so fuck her. She can get back home her own self. Lenny will probably find her and kill her, but I don't care.
Okay, I do care.
I rode with my dad on the interstate for several hours, not paying attention to any road signs. I had no idea where we were, nor did I care. I just enjoyed his company and conversation. We talked about everything.
The busted out back window was bringing in a very cool breeze that pushed my bangs around wildly. The heater was on to even out the cold air. The sun was beginning to set.
"You did what?"
"Yeah, it's true. I started dating your mom on a bet."
"No way!"
"It's true! I didn't even find her physically attractive. In high school, my buddies had a bet going with me. For every week your mother and I dated, I'd win 10 bucks."
"So you and mom ended up together on a bet?"
"Pretty much."
"Did mom even know about the bet?"
"Not to this day."
"Wow."
"After the first month of dating her, I didn't take her seriously, but every time I wasn't with her I was thinking about her. I knew I was falling for your mom.
I called the bet off and started dating her for real."
"Too bad in the end she's the one that ended up leaving you.", I covered my mouth.
Shouldn't have said that.
His eyes looked toward the ground and he became quiet.
"I'm sorry, dad. I didn't mean to--"
"It's okay, son."
I half-smiled.
"Hey, you want me to drive for a bit?"
I pulled onto the shoulder of the road, switched seats with him, and almost passed out immediately from sleep deprivation and exhaustion.
What seemed like hours later, I woke up and glared at the clock. Midnight.
"Where are we?", I looked in my dad's direction.
"Jacksonville, Florida", he said.
I tried to adjust my eyes to my surroundings.
"Hungry?", he asked.
"Starving."
He pulled the car into a Waffle House parking lot. We stepped inside as one of the waitresses looked at me.
"Hey there cutie! Nice suit! Have a seat and I'll be with y'all in a minute.", she winked at me.
What is it with the waitresses? Do they smell the money on me?
I slide inside the booth seat and sat with my whole body sprawled out in the booth, my back against the window. My dad sat opposite from me.
"So what have you been up to?, I asked my dad.
"Not too much these days. There's only so much trouble a retired, single old man can do. I talk to your mom every now and then. She's happy with her husband, which is good."
"Do you get out much?", I asked as the waitress slid the menus in front of us.
"I mow the grass every now and then. I go to the grocery store when I need to, but you can only buy so much canned food. I think I have enough to last the entire year."
"Why don't you go dancing? You always used to go line-dancing with mom. If I were you, I'd be hitting all the dance clubs. Pick up a young lady."
"My retirement only pays so much. It pays just enough to cover the bills and keep me alive. That's all I need, though."
"No you don't! You need to live life! You need to enjoy yourself. You need to be happy, dad."
I was depressed knowing that my own dad was living like this. This is the same guy that had bowling tournaments every week. The same dad the took me to see a movie every single Sunday. The same guy that would call into work just to take me to play baseball. Now, he gets the same amount of enjoyment out of eating canned food and mowing the grass?!
"So, is it a money issue? Do you need money??"
Without thinking, I reached into my pocket and jerked out the stack of bills I had.
"SON! Are you crazy?? Where did you get all that money?? Put it back, don't let these people see that. Where... what... how..."
"I got it by making deliveries."
"I know you don't get that kind of money by delivering mail. What kind of deliveries? Which leads me to ask-- how the hell did I end up in this situation? What was the deal with that guy trying to kill me? What have you gotten yourself into, son?"
He asked these questions being more concerned about me, even though he was the one that was almost killed hours earlier.
"Well.. it all started when I needed extra money. My roommate knew these guys who.."
Before I could finish the sentence, the phone that Lenny gave me was ringing again.
My dad's eyes grew, because he knew that this couldn't be good. The friendly chime of the phone didn't seem so easy going. It was a death-trap type ring.
I lifted the phone up to my ear and flipped the top open without looking at the number. I expected Lenny.
"H...h... hello?"
"Justin? Are you okay?"
"Amanda?!"
"Yeah..."
"Are you okay? How'd you get this number?", Lenny was the only one that knew the number.
"I... "
She paused.
"Amanda?"
I could hear Lenny's voice in the background. "TELL HIM, BITCH!"
"Amanda!!"
Her voice grew shakey. "Justin.. listen... your car is fixed with a transmitter. Lenny is tracking your every move. Same with the phone too. You need to get rid of that car now...Don't worry about me.. I'll be..."
She screamed. It wasn't a short one either. She continued panting and screaming.
Lenny's voice was now on the phone. "You hear that, kid? You fuckin' hear her?"
Her scream echoed. I couldn't do a thing about it.
"I fuckin' know where you are, but I've also got your bitch. We can do this the easy way or the hard way, you betraying piece of shit. Either you come to me, or I kill the slut."
Her screams grew louder. He must've been choking her or hurting her in some way.
"If you don't come to me, I'm going to shoot her in the head. BANG! Hahahaha! Then, I'm going to find you anyway and kill you. It's a lose-lose sitation, kid. Be here by sunrise."
Click.
"Come on."
I threw money down onto the table and exited the Waffle house with my dad following behind me. I threw the phone against the pavement, breaking it into pieces.
"Where are we going?"
"To get a new car."
"Are we going back? Are we running?"
"No. I'm not running anymore."
I opened the driver's door and grabbed the gun that was meant for my dad's head.
"Here. Keep this in your jacket. You're going to need it."
He placed the gun into his jacket pocket as he lowered himself into the seat of the Lexus.
"No, we're not taking this car. It has a tracking device on it."
"Where the hell are we going to get another car? There are not car lots open this late, son."
"Stay here.", I said.
I walked back toward the Waffle House, 357 in my right hand. I threw the door open and held the gun in the air.
"Nobody fuckin' move! If anybody tries anything, I'll fucking kill you!"
To be continued.
-Sideburns
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Orgasmic.
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purely awesome
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Word.
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Today was a good day
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Oh GOD YES
Submitted by Saxon (user info) at 2006-02-15 17:31:53 EST (#)
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Nice work Burnsy, keep em coming man this is good stuff.
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HOLY FUCK! A Sideburns sighting!
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Good stuff.
Submitted by badassmofo (user info) at 2006-02-15 15:06:04 EST (#)
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Good enough to make me want to read the others.
Submitted by OneCheapGeek (user info) at 2006-02-15 14:43:05 EST (#)
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Submitted by NerfHerder (user info) at 2006-02-15 14:36:54 (#)
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You're getting married?
I'll skip the obligatory "show us her boobs" comment and simply congratulate you, sir.
I won't. Show us her boobs.
Submitted by NerfHerder (user info) at 2006-02-15 14:36:54 EST (#)
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You're getting married?
I'll skip the obligatory "show us her boobs" comment and simply congratulate you, sir.
Submitted by Sideburns (user info) at 2006-02-15 14:02:20 EST (#)
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I can't believe I started this series back in 2004 and I only have 5 parts. I should be shot.
Submitted by Sideburns (user info) at 2006-02-15 13:55:51 EST (#)
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I've been working, settling into my new home, and trying to get this wedding together. I'm getting married March 25.
Submitted by creep_firebombing (user info) at 2006-02-15 13:27:21 EST (#)
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Yo, muthafucka!!! Where have you been hiding?
This was good. I have to go back and read the rest now.
Submitted by MyNameIsTim (user info) at 2006-02-15 13:24:31 EST (#)
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i know, but "we need you more than every" sounded infinitely less gay than "i need you more than ever"
so i went with 'we'
Submitted by Method (user info) at 2006-02-15 12:07:40 EST (#)
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We do not, we're doing quite fine mspainting penises into Cauls mouth
Submitted by MyNameIsTim (user info) at 2006-02-15 11:57:55 EST (#)
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sweet.
we need you now more than ever.
Submitted by Sideburns (user info) at 2006-02-15 11:54:45 EST (#)
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Methodius.
Submitted by Method (user info) at 2006-02-15 11:53:20 EST (#)
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HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY BURNSY
Submitted by OneCheapGeek (user info) at 2006-02-15 11:52:00 EST (#)
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About goddamn time.
Submitted by Sideburns (user info) at 2006-02-15 11:48:45 EST (#)
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I promise I'll continue this series with at least one a week. My schedule is alot lighter now.