Chapter 7—Money—Veronique

Playground school bell rings, again.

Rain clouds come to play, again.

Has no one told you she's (he's) not breathing?

Hello

I'm your mind

Giving you someone to talk to

Hello

 

If I smile and don't believe

Soon I know I'll wake from this dream

Don't try to fix me

I'm not broken

Hello

I'm the lie

Living for you so you can hide

Don't cry

 

Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping

Hello

I'm still here

All that's left of yesterday

 

I sat outside his house all day that day. I saw him fall into the ground I saw him walk in the house with that twit Max. I waited I knew he would leave eventually. So when he left that night at midnight I followed him. No one screws me out of money. I was riding his ass I knew about his paranoia it would get to him.

"Veronique can we get food I'm hungry?" Why do I find thugs that constantly need food?

"We will soon enough, there is something we need to do first. I told you stop calling me Veronique, it's Vanessa now."

"Yes, I'm sorry. So what's the plan?"

"I'm not sure; I'm making it up as I go." Marc finally turned off an exit, I followed.

"Are we getting food?"

"Not yet we'll get it after we get Marc."

"Fine, do you want him dead or alive?"

"Whichever way you can get him is fine by me"

We were swerving to try and catch up with him. He was a better driver than I gave him credit for, we finally dropped over a street then in about 5 minutes we cut him off and made him turn into an alley.

"Jason go get him."

"Alright" Jason grabbed the knife that was in the back seat and ran up to the car. He punched out the window; I could see that Marc was starting to fight. Jason had taken the knife and stabbed it deep into Marc's thigh. At that point Marc passed out so I got out of the van and walked over. There was a lot of blood.

"Put him in the van, tie him up and put a bag over his head."

"He's losing a lot of blood do you want me to stop it."

"No leave it go, we'll see what happens."

"I really think I should…"

"You think….YOUTHINK…now there is the true problem. Do what I said and that's it. Put him in the van and we will go grab food." As Jason carried Marc to the van I disabled the GPS chip in his car this would give us more get away time.

We stopped at McDonalds, Jason was finally happy. We were on our way into Canada. As we neared the border I told Jason to hide in the far back behind a hidden wall I had built and keep Marc back there with him. We got to the border, I handed the border guard my passport. I pulled out all the stops and had on a short skirt and low shirt.

"Good afternoon Vanessa, and where are we heading today?"

"Home to Sorel"

"Anyone else with you?"

"Nope, just going home to see my parents."

"So do you plan on heading back anytime soon?"

"Not really unless you have a reason for me to?"

"Well I should still be here by the time you come back. Have a nice visit with your parents" It was no more than 10 minutes till we passed the guard that Jason said that Marc had woke up and was squirming around.

"Hold on we should be to the warehouse in about 30 minutes can you keep him still for that long?" I was getting frustrated, could he do nothing right?

"He started bleeding again."

"Just leave him and come back up here."

Jason had come back up to the front, and I could see Marc rolling from side to side in the back. He was wining a little, probably in pain, good for him. We'll see how much pain I can put him through till he gives me all his money.

We finally pulled into the parking lot of the warehouse. Jason grabbed Marc from the back and dropped him on to the floor of the room, he wasn't breathing so well, we'll see how he is in the morning. I locked the door shutting Marc into the cold, dark and damp room.