Necessary Evil. Part 1.

Every journey has an end. Some of them aren't storybook, butit’s an end nonetheless.  At the age of23 I was in over my head with some really bad people. Some of the worst peopleimaginable, actually. But, when you've spent the majority of your life belowthe poverty line you're prone to encounter these types. Almost like they seekyou out. They found me early. I was 16, watching my mother teeter on the vergeof overdose every night and doing what I could to keep my sister fed. Dayswithout food, weeks without clean clothes and so on. Their offer was just toogood to pass up. So I started in. Pushing the drugs I hated so much, moving themoney that derived from it. I was two months in to being seventeen the firsttime I ever killed a man. Watching the blood run from that hole in his head wasthe first time I ever felt doubt in what I was doing. It was quickly put to bedby my mentor in this terrible society. Murph. "It’s a necessary evil kid. Sometimes, people have to diefor the cause of a better future." I bought every word. "Necessary,right."


Jump ahead five years. I've done well for myself, worked my wayup from a street to an office thug. I afforded to send my sister away from allof this after my mother finally OD'd. She was free from the struggle, inBoston, and working towards a law degree. She'd never know what I really did.As far as she knew I was a pencil pusher for some high class accounting firmthat didn’t actually exist and it was going to stay that way.


These days my job was bill collecting. The dreaded billcollector, except if you didn't answer my phone calls someone pays a visit toyour house with a 3-day notice and a shotgun. If after the three days, thebills aren't collected, someone shows up with only the latter of the firsttrip.

It’s a nasty business, but it keeps me fed, my sister inschool and gas in the tank, so I never complained.

I'd always wanted out of the business, since the first day Iwas in it. It was just never a viable option, I didn't know anything else.Drugs, money, murder and more, it was my life.

That is until I pushed myself out abruptly without eventhinking about what I was doing.


Enter Murph. Still my mentor in this horrible lifestyle. Mycell phone goes off and I pick it up, 2nd ring, just like I always have."Yeah?" "Pruitt, its Murph. What say me and you run this littlejob I got going? Been too long, eh?" "Yeah Murphy, what yougot?" "Meet me at my place in 30. I'll fill you in on the way to thespot. And damnit Tommy, what I've I said about calling me Murphy? Only my muddacalls me that." He spoke with an Italian accent, but he was about asItalian as spaghettios. "Yeah, yeah sorry Murph, I forget. See you in30."


"We're headed to man named Jason. Fucka owes me a lotof money for a Meth deal that went wrong a few weeks ago." Dropping theclip of my pistol out to check that it was full. "So what? We go in thereshake him down for his cash, if he doesn't have it...” *click click* I squeezedthe trigger on my empty gun twice. "That's the idea my boy!" He gaveme a hard pat on the shoulders and laughed. "Whoever said you didn't havea brain ‘tween them ears, eh?" He let out another laugh. "This is ithere." He slowed the car in front of your normal suburban house. Whitewith red window shutters and roof. Dust coating most the windows, the yardlooked as if it hadn't been cut in years. "Oh lord, my Ma' would have afit about this place." Murph talked about his mom a lot. "Let’s do itTom-cat." He'd never ever called me that before. "Tom-cat, Murphy,really?" "Ah, just get out would ya, I'm trying to be home forsuppa." We exited the vehicle, this wouldn't take long.

Murph approached the door as I brought up the rear, scopingthe yard, neighboring houses and the likes. Three knocks followed by silence."Jase! I know you're in there! Why don't you open the door pal, huh? Let’sjust have a talk." Much to my surprise the door opened. "AlrightMurph, come in." He snapped his fingers to catch my attention and wewalked inside. Being the last one to enter I closed and locked the front doorthen walked to where Murph and Jason were already sitting. He was already in tosome story as to why the deal went wrong, I was half listening, half takingglances around the house. It was kind of a mess, dishes, clothes, trasheverywhere. No TV in the living area, couch with only one cushion and a foldout chair surrounding an obviously old coffee table. Jason sounded just aboutdone with his story when one of the bedroom doors open and out walked a blackhaired female, counting a big stack of what looked to be Murphs Meth money."Shit!" She screamed immediately and ran back in and closed the door.Things happened very quickly after that. Murph hit Jason in his throat andwhipped his pistol out. "Tommy, go get the bitch. Bring her here."Drawing my own pistol I ran to the door, trying the knob, but it was locked.She screamed again as I kicked the door in.

 She was cradled up inthe back corner of the room. Yanking her up by her hair and turning her aroundI went to call her some name, maybe hit her with butt of my gun. But, I yankedher head up, looked her in the face, a pair of bloodshot green eyes staringback at me and was instantly back to my 12th birthday.


"Come on sweetheart, you have to come with usnow." Those same green eyes, filled with tears begging me to do somethingas social services carried her away. It was the worst day of my life. We'd beeninseparable since the age of four. Only each other to talk to about howhorrible our mothers were. Hers was worse off than mine. If we went dayswithout food, she'd go a week. We'd steal together, try to hide her mom’sdrugs, when we weren't successful I'd always make sure she was not there totake the beating she had coming for 'taking mommies medicine.' And when Icouldn't be there to protect her I always did my best to comfort her.

The day they took her away, they took a part of me I thoughtI'd never get back with her. I couldn't do anything but stand there,muttering......


"Cassie?" I was back to reality. She was gixed outof her mind and it was apparent. I couldn't think of anything to say, or to do.In the time of my trip down memory lane Murph must've finished off Jason. Heentered the room. "Ah, good you got her. Hey she’s a looka, here give herto me first, then you can have a go, huh?" The laugh that followed was thelast thing Murph ever did before he fell to the ground, hole in head and brainssplattered on the wall. Necessary evil, Murph. "Cass, come on sweetheart, we have to go." She had checkedout. Everything going on was a little too much for her and she had fainted. Ichecked her pulse, got a faster than normal beat, but nothing dangerous and gother up and out of the house, in to Murphy's car and away.


“Hauling ass” would be about the only term that couldexplain the speed I was driving at, en route to my apartment. Cassie began tostir awake with a small moan. “Wha..What’s going on?” She whispered. She turnedto me, and the most recent events of today swam back in to her memory. “WHEREARE YOU TAKING ME YOU FUCK!?” Followed by a firm punch to my jaw. “OW, SHIT!”She kept throwing punches at me, screaming to let her out of the car. I slammedon the brakes, inviting some honks and less then pleasant words from my fellowcommuters, and pulled to the side of the road. “LET ME THE FUCK OUT OR JUSTFUCKING KILL ME, I’M BEGGING YOU, I DIDN’T KNOW JASE HAD…” “CASSIE!” I screamedat the very top of my lungs. As if I’d just hit her off switch, she was silent.“I need you to chill out for me, okay? Take a deep breath, I’m not going tohurt you.” She was still breathing heavily, looking me over, trying to digesteverything that had happened and was happening. We sat there in silence, as she‘sized me up’. “Oh my God.” She broke the silence. “Oh my..” Her voice broke into a cry, and her arms were immediately around my neck. “Tommy.” The last halfof my name trailed off in to sobs. “I thought….i thought I’d never see youagain.” She sat with her head buried in my chest for what felt like a day, andjust cried. I was uncomfortable as one could be. Eventually I completed my endof the hug. “We have to get off the side of the road now Cass, first law thatsees us will stop, and we just left a house with two murdered people in it, badnews bears my dear.” She sat back up, wiping tears away from those soul eating,green eyes. “Ok.” She muttered weakly.


As I turned the corner into my neighborhood, the scene in mydriveway instantly made my heart drop. Two ‘company’ vehicles sat in thestreet. “Shit.” I whispered. Cassie went straight to defense mode. “What?” Shealready sounded panicked. “What is it?” Her eyes glued to the street in frontof her. “Just stay calm Cass, everything is fine.” I pulled in to my drive andturned to her. “Now listen, it’s very important that you hear what I’m going tosay. What just happened at Jason’s, doesn’t exist, okay? Even if they knowabout it. You deny every single accusation they make. If they ask youquestions, don’t answer them, let me talk. Okay?” She nodded her head, the fearin her streaming down her face in tears. And a heart that had been hardenedsince before I could understand why it was, melted, right there. “Everything isgoing to be fine. I, and they, will die before they hurt you, okay?” She noddedagain, this time with a little more comfort. Checking the ammo in my pistol Iquickly pulled the spare clips out of my center console. “Let’s go.” We bothexited the car cautiously. A quick glance at my front door told me that my‘coworkers’ were already inside. That wasn’t good. “Cassie.” I turned to herand handed her my keys. “I want you to wait in the car, sit in the drivers’seat. After the first gun shot, you start the car, and if I’m not out of thatdoor in forty five seconds, there is fifty thousand dollars and a different setof plates in the trunk. If I’m not out of the door in forty five seconds afterthe first shot, you leave, leave and go far away, you got it?” She lookedterrified. “Tell me you understand, Cass.” “I understand.” “Okay. I’ll be backin a flash.” I turned and moved towards my front door, checking that the safetyon the pistol was off, I stepped inside. “Mr. Pruitt.” A smooth, calm voicesaid from my living room. “Join us, won’t you? We have some things to discuss.”“Unless it’s concerning my retirement, no, no we don’t.” A laugh from the samevoice. “Mr. Pruitt, I’m afraid your severance is already dried up.” Hearingmore than two guns click ready, I turned back out of the door and took the fourtires facing me from the two cars. “CASS, START THE CAR!” The bullets beganraining as I reached the car, throwing open the driver’s side door. “GET IN THEPASSENGER SEAT! MOVE!” Bullets flying past as I throw me self in the driver’sseat, yanking the gear shift in to reverse and stomping on the gas pedal thecar flies in to the street as I catch a bullet in my left arm. “FUCK!” Cassiehad done her best to keep her composure but it was slowly fading. “Oh my God! Areyou okay? Oh, holy fuck.” She was in tears. “Cass calm down honey, I’m fine.”Throwing the car into drive and flooring it down the street, I look at her andsmile. “I know a place we can go.” A bullet breaks the driver’s side rearwindow as I turn off my block and speed on down the street.



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