Sticky Fingers

Sticky Fingers

Sticky Fingers

I am just going to lay here in the bed under the covers, because I know the human alarm clock will be going off shortly. Theres always unorganized chaos first thing in the morning in a house full of women. My mom 2 twin 8-year-old sisters and then there is me 14yrs old and the only testosterone in the house. If I did not make my mom's life difficult then things would not be right in the universe.

Then “BOOM” off come the covers mom yells,” Chase get your ass up! I know you heard me calling you.” She smacks me all on the head its child abuse I tell you.

I am dressed and ready for school in 20 minutes. I try to make it to school a little early for breakfast. The cream of wheat my mom serves all week gets old after day three for me the girls love it. I know she does her best raising 3 kids on her own, but can a brother get some breakfast meat.

I look out the window and see my crew approaching we walk to school together every morning. I grab my lunch bag kiss my mom on the forehead and sprint out the door. My mom opens the door and yells, "You come straight home I'm working tonight I need you to keep an eye on the girls.” “Yes maim.” I holla back.

Our morning conversations while walking to school have evolved over the years from collecting pokey man cards to bragging about collecting girl's phone numbers and showing off pictures of 13-year-old nipples and panty and bra pics.

My girlfriend and I have been dating for 3 months now and I have yet to see any nipples, receive any panty and bra photos or anything above. Just a kiss she gives me every day on the forehead when I bring her favorite snacks.

Every morning on the way to school we stop at the corner store. I buy 2 boxes of lemon heads a bag of barbecue chips and 2 juice boxes’, all for me and my special girl to share during lunch. I take my rolled pennies and the penny jar is always full, so I stay on point, and girls love that. I will have those pics in no time.

The corner store is closed due to a family emergency. We have been going to the misfit store all week. I hate it there they do not take my rolled pennies or have 15 cent juice boxes. They are always being robbed or harassed by somebody in the neighborhood. Ive been pinching from my stash all week now I am down to one dollar.

I will borrow these two bottles of root beer. I stick them all the way down in my deep pants pockets. When I look up, I see this raggedy looking old lady sitting on a stool in the corner. She was looking directly at me. I rolled my eyes paid for the rest of my things then dashed out the store.

As I am bragging to my crew about the 5-finger discount I just got, here comes the guy from behind the counter running out the store yelling “Hey you thief come back here”. We all took off running. The guy had on some sandles he kicked off and started chasing us bare footed. I think the bottles in my pockets were slowing me down. The next thing you know I am hanging in the air snatched up by my shirt. One of my friends ran while the other one followed us halfway back to the store yelling,” Put him down I'm calling the police, leave him alone.” I kept telling him to hit the man with the umbrella as I kicked frantically. My friend eventually had to leave me and head to school.

There I was back at the store with the raggedy looking lady, she must have snitched. It seems like she knew everyone very well at the store. I refused to give them my name and moms contact information; my mom would kick my ass if she knew are they crazy?

The old lady stood in front of the doorway and the two men continued argue back and forth. The bare footed running guy was super angry and upset. Then I saw an opening ran for the door, knocked the old lady out the way and took off again.

I could not believe it here he comes again taking those shoes off what is he a marathon bare footed Flintstone feet champion or something. I got something for his ass I ran through the playground full of rocks. That stopped him for sure I hopped the fence and made it to class hungry because I missed breakfast. Geesh all over a couple root beers.

I could not believe my girlfriend of 3 months would dump me because I did not have her favorite barbecue chips. They took all my snacks back at the store even the stuff I did pay for. I mean seriously cut me a break. This is starting to be the worst day of my life. To make it even worse the man from the store was waiting outside the school. Are you serious I mean it was only two bottles of root beer? I hid in the crowd and took the long way home.

I hear footsteps behind me. I am scared to look back, so I start walking faster, o hell I started to run. I could feel something or someone getting closer and closer and before I could turn to look back and scream for help, I was snatched by my hood yanked back fell to the ground and blacked out.

I wake up hours later laying on my back on a mattress I try to sit up, but my head is aching so bad. I laid right back. Am I behind bar in jail? I slowly get up and look around I am locked in a cage in what looks like a mad scientist lab or something, there is all types of specimens floating around in tubes of liquid. Gross things like a baby pig with two heads.

Then I see the worst thing I could imagine the missing little girl from Jane street. She had a horn stuck in her head like a unicorn with her fingers sewn together, then out of nowhere that little raggedy looking lady jumps in front of the cage with a little black book with gold keys connected with pen in hand yelling.” Hey there Chase, I see you like to steal and push poor little old ladies you like root beer huh? I think I will turn you into a big ole root beer float yes...snip the top of your head off and sew your arms to your side so you can be a walking float for my big ole baby Muga.” she laughs like a witch closes her book puts it in her pocket and speeds off.

How she moves so fast I do not know. Aye man how they get that horn in her head? I got to get the hell out of here. Then I hear a noise that sounds like an earthquake. She comes around the corner with this 7-foot marsh mellow man looking overgrown man child in a diaper. He runs up grabs the unicorn flying her through the air scrapping her off the walls and everything.

I hear her say,” Hey Muga momma got you a new toy see.” O hell I am going to play dead. I lay on the ground as life less as possible. I hear the door open then she comes all the way in I jump up knock her to the ground with all my might. The little black book with the keys attached fall to the ground I grab it close and lock the door and run for my life through the other door. No worry about Muga he was not worried about me he was busy shaking the cage playing with his unicorn.

I lock two doors behind me grab a coat off the rack. The chill in the air was the best thing I ever felt before in my life. I do not know where I was, somewhere in the woods. I made it to the main road and ran all the way home nonstop.

When I got there my mom had already gone to work. My little sisters questioned where I was and warned me about mom's rage. I will. deal with that later I had enough for today all I need is a bath and my bed.

I take off the jacket and the little black book with the keys fall to the floor. When I opened it all the pages crumbled and there was a door like a little box behind the pages with a small keyhole. I tried every key attached to the book and the last one opened it. I could not believe my eyes it was a several rolls of money and a satin bag full of diamonds.

I placed the empty black box under my bed. I put the money and diamonds in an old gift box and placed it on my mom's bed with a card from anonymous.

I took a long hot shower climbed in the bed. I laid there starring at the ceiling thinking about everything that happened throughout the day and how lucky I am to be home safe. I cannot wait to see the look on my mommas face when she opens that old gift box. I am going to keep this whole little incident to myself. I learned my lesson stealing.