Benny rolled his eyes as Violet barked orders at him. “Believe me princess, I wouldn’t sleep with you if you were the last bitch on earth. I’ve got standards.” Benny started the ignition, put the car in gear and gave two honks to their mothers as he embarked on a journey that would most likely kill him before they reach their destination. Benny dreaded having to come on this trip. Since he found out the one question he kept asking his mother over and over again was, “but why me?” Didn’t this girl have friends? Couldn’t her mother have bought her a plane ticket? Like shit, I’ll lend her the damn money. Just fucking why me? Benny couldn’t get the thoughts out of his head. It’s as though he were being punished for something.
“I have to make a quick stop before we actually go.” Benny mumbled as he turned left, instead of heading straight towards the highway. Benny knew he was going to get shit for it from Violet but he’s already made a vow to himself that he would ignore about 90% of what she says so he wasn’t quite worried about her. All he was worried about was getting his fix for this trip because he knew if he didn’t, he’d go insane. I mean, could you imagine being stuck in a car with spawn of Satan for God knows how long? It would drive even the sanest and most patient person off a cliff. Benny’s ’69 Chevy Camaro roared as he sped down the street, trying to beat the traffic signals. “We’re going to see…” Benny started before V had a chance to ask where they were going, but quickly stopped before revealing a little too much information, “a friend of mine.” He finished.
Benny had a reputation in town. If you didn’t know him personally, you knew enough about him to say that you grew up with him. You see, Benny was the son of a big time stock broker. His father having put everything they had into stocks years ago, hit it big and decided to call it quits before his stocks hit rock bottom. Benny is now the son of a big time attorney. His father went into law after leaving stocks and his mother a quaint little café in town that was popular to the folks that lived in town. They lived modestly though, never spending more than necessary and putting everything else in their life saving. However, having parents with big names in a small town wasn’t how most people knew of Ben. Benjamin who was named after his father, and his fathers’ father, didn’t hold the same reputation they had. Ben was notorious for his I-don’t-give-a-shit attitude, along with the amount of girls he has supposedly slept with and the amount of parties he’s thrown down. Not to mention his ties with drugs. Anyone who had ears knew of Benny Connors. And they certainly didn’t hear about him helping at the local food bank.
The car sputtered to a stop in front of a small house. The grass in the yard was dead despite it being the end of May. The house looked like a mess but this is exactly where Benny needed to be. “Just wait here,” he said as he was getting out of the car. He jogged around the front of the car and up to the front door. He rang the doorbell and waited, soon after, a husky guy, who probably hasn’t even heard of exercise, was at the door.
“Eddie.”
“What’s up, Vic. Listen, I need more. I’m going on a trip and I won’t be back for a while.”
“Can’t Ed. You’re maxed out until you pay up.” The husky guy crossed his arms.
“Hey man, come on. The money’s coming. But I need you to hook me up this time.”
“I already told you, I can’t. Tio won’t give me more until I give him his money and you’re the one I’m waiting on.”
“What the hell, Vic. You can trust me. If I said the money’s coming, then the money is coming.”
“Get out of here, Ed. It’s not going to happen.”
“Fine Vic, fine.” Ben put his arms up in defeat and began backing away. “But you just lost a fucking customer you fat fuck.”
“What the fuck did you just say to me?” The large man barked at Ben as he was walking back to his car.
Benji turned around and stood his ground, “you heard me. You just lost a customer, you. Fat. Fuck.” He said slowly towards the end.
Vic took a step towards Ben to start an argument but before he could get any closer, Ben had swung his fist out and hit Vic in the temple, knocking him out instantly. Vic hit the ground with a head bouncing thud. He was out cold for sure. Ben leaned over him and reached into his pockets, pulling out a small baggie of drugs. He pulled up Vic’s shirt to reveal a small pistol, he took it and tucked it into the back of his pants.
“I didn’t want to have to do this, Vic.” Ben whispered as he took the big man’s wallet, taking three hundred dollar bills and stuffing the money into his pocket. “The name is Ben by the way. No one calls me Ed.” He mumbled as he tossed Vic’s wallet on his chest and ran back to his car.
Ben pulled the gun from his pants and tossed it into the back seat along with the drugs, as he got into the car. He didn’t even look at Violet, although he knew she would say something soon enough. He drove off, leaving Vic on his own front yard unconscious and a warrant for his death by drug dealers behind.
“I have to make a quick stop before we actually go.” Benny mumbled as he turned left, instead of heading straight towards the highway. Benny knew he was going to get shit for it from Violet but he’s already made a vow to himself that he would ignore about 90% of what she says so he wasn’t quite worried about her. All he was worried about was getting his fix for this trip because he knew if he didn’t, he’d go insane. I mean, could you imagine being stuck in a car with spawn of Satan for God knows how long? It would drive even the sanest and most patient person off a cliff. Benny’s ’69 Chevy Camaro roared as he sped down the street, trying to beat the traffic signals. “We’re going to see…” Benny started before V had a chance to ask where they were going, but quickly stopped before revealing a little too much information, “a friend of mine.” He finished.
Benny had a reputation in town. If you didn’t know him personally, you knew enough about him to say that you grew up with him. You see, Benny was the son of a big time stock broker. His father having put everything they had into stocks years ago, hit it big and decided to call it quits before his stocks hit rock bottom. Benny is now the son of a big time attorney. His father went into law after leaving stocks and his mother a quaint little café in town that was popular to the folks that lived in town. They lived modestly though, never spending more than necessary and putting everything else in their life saving. However, having parents with big names in a small town wasn’t how most people knew of Ben. Benjamin who was named after his father, and his fathers’ father, didn’t hold the same reputation they had. Ben was notorious for his I-don’t-give-a-shit attitude, along with the amount of girls he has supposedly slept with and the amount of parties he’s thrown down. Not to mention his ties with drugs. Anyone who had ears knew of Benny Connors. And they certainly didn’t hear about him helping at the local food bank.
The car sputtered to a stop in front of a small house. The grass in the yard was dead despite it being the end of May. The house looked like a mess but this is exactly where Benny needed to be. “Just wait here,” he said as he was getting out of the car. He jogged around the front of the car and up to the front door. He rang the doorbell and waited, soon after, a husky guy, who probably hasn’t even heard of exercise, was at the door.
“Eddie.”
“What’s up, Vic. Listen, I need more. I’m going on a trip and I won’t be back for a while.”
“Can’t Ed. You’re maxed out until you pay up.” The husky guy crossed his arms.
“Hey man, come on. The money’s coming. But I need you to hook me up this time.”
“I already told you, I can’t. Tio won’t give me more until I give him his money and you’re the one I’m waiting on.”
“What the hell, Vic. You can trust me. If I said the money’s coming, then the money is coming.”
“Get out of here, Ed. It’s not going to happen.”
“Fine Vic, fine.” Ben put his arms up in defeat and began backing away. “But you just lost a fucking customer you fat fuck.”
“What the fuck did you just say to me?” The large man barked at Ben as he was walking back to his car.
Benji turned around and stood his ground, “you heard me. You just lost a customer, you. Fat. Fuck.” He said slowly towards the end.
Vic took a step towards Ben to start an argument but before he could get any closer, Ben had swung his fist out and hit Vic in the temple, knocking him out instantly. Vic hit the ground with a head bouncing thud. He was out cold for sure. Ben leaned over him and reached into his pockets, pulling out a small baggie of drugs. He pulled up Vic’s shirt to reveal a small pistol, he took it and tucked it into the back of his pants.
“I didn’t want to have to do this, Vic.” Ben whispered as he took the big man’s wallet, taking three hundred dollar bills and stuffing the money into his pocket. “The name is Ben by the way. No one calls me Ed.” He mumbled as he tossed Vic’s wallet on his chest and ran back to his car.
Ben pulled the gun from his pants and tossed it into the back seat along with the drugs, as he got into the car. He didn’t even look at Violet, although he knew she would say something soon enough. He drove off, leaving Vic on his own front yard unconscious and a warrant for his death by drug dealers behind.