Day 129 – Crossing – Short Story

He makes his way into the club, and stops in the doorway and looks over, across to the girls as they dance around, lost in a haze of drugs, alcohol, and sound, one of the bouncers nods to him on his way past, and yells something towards him, but the music soaks up all the noise, and he doesn’t care what Patton has to say, as he spots what he was looking for, sitting on the other side of the room, talking with some guy he’s never seen before, he feels something burn inside his stomach, and then a tingling sensation runs from the tip of his back done to his skull. He buries his tightly clenched fists into his pockets and forces his way through the crowd of people, and heads towards her. He’s only a few steps away before he’s grabbed by the arm and pulled away and tossed out into a back area, he looks around and quickly locks eyes with Patton.

“I’ve got things on the go right now, I’ll come back to you once I’ve dealt with this, okay?”

“That’s not going to be a possibility,” Patton says, he motions to one of the bouncers, who drives a solid left hook into his stomach, sending him crashing to the ground.

“W-W-What the fuck? What the fuck do you think you’re doing? We’ve got an agreement, and I’ve upheld me side, consistently, so what the fuck?”

“Agreements change Mister Kenny,” another voice says, he looks quickly to his left and the man who was talking to his woman from the bar is standing before him.

“Who the fuck are you?”

He crouches down and smiles, running a hand through his hair, “You’re boss, the one who bankrolls all your little endeavours, the guy you’ve been ripping off for the last thirteen months, did you think I wouldn’t find out? Did you think you really could get away with it?”

“I-I-I-I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, I’ve done nothing wrong, everything’s been above board, I’m not that stupid.”

“That’s a terrible shame, Mister Patton did say you would deny it, he even stood up for you, but, when faced with his own mortality, he decided it was better for you to face your punishment, instead of both of you facing it together.”

“I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE FUCKING TALKING ABOUT, I HAVEN’T TAKEN ANYTHING!” he yells, saliva and blood spraying out of his mouth.

“Kenny, why lie? It will only make the punishment all the more painful,” he says as he stands up and takes a step back as one of the bouncers drives a kick into Kenny’s side, sending him crashing to the floor on his side, writhing in pain.

“I-I-I-I swear, I did nothing, I took-k-k nothing, I swearrr,” he mutters.

“Then explain how you were able to afford all the gifts you showered your woman with? Tell us how you, a low level bottom feeder managed to buy her things well above your pay grade?”

“W-W-What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about the six hundred k you shelled out on a necklace, or the three hundred k you spent on a two night get away. So tell me, how did you afford all that if you haven’t been skimming from the top of my pie child?”

“I never brought those things, I could never afford that, I swear, I don’t know what you’re talking about, why don’t you ask her? She’ll tell you where they came from, she’s out there for god sake, ask her!”

“Don’t you think I already have? Why would I spend time talking to trash like that if I didn’t need to, she told me all I needed to know, and now, if you would be so kind, I want you to admit what you have done, before I break every bone in your body.”

“That fucking bitch is lying, I fucking swear I’ve never taken anything, tell him Patton, tell him I’d never do it!” He yells, Patton turns away and quickly heads back into the night club. Kenny looks up at him, trying to focus his vision on the strangers face, but the tears that flow down his face make it harder for him to see, “Please, p-p-please, I swear, I-I-I-I didn’t take anything, please don’t kill me!”

“I’m afraid, we have come to an impasse, that will not be easy to move past, you have, as it seems, tied my hands, and left me no other option,” He says as he pulls a revolver from his jacket pocket and places it against Kenny’s forehead.

 

END

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