Lost and found

chapter 4- Carl: Who the hell is that?

 Taking the lead I approach the man and hop inside the limo. I've never been in a limo before, inside there is candy in cup holders and alcohol in the portable mini-fridges. Sneaking a few bottles of vodka in my bag for later.

"Carl, don't make it so obvious!" Debbie grunts sharply while entering the car. Seconds late we're off. It's like a movie honestly, this lifestyle.

"So our new stepmom's loaded. Great,".

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The limo finally comes to a stop. The diver opens the door for the Debs and me. We're in the driveway of a tall white modern building, the windows are one-sided I'm guessing because you can't see. Thinking we're downtown because I smell weed and hear loud music. The architecture is brick-like and basic. It's kinda what I would build in Minecraft with quartz blocks. Once outside the fancy car, it speeds away fast. Debbie and I approach the building and we notice there's a bodyguard standing outside for us.

"Here for the party?" He asks us. He's big, with lots of muscle. Make the wrong mood and he could kill you.

"Yes sir!" Debbie beamed. She sounds excited, I don't think she's ever been to a party downtown. Or a party at all.

"Don't get your expectations up. There's probably just gonna be middle-aged people here," Leaning over to whisper in her ear. 

Debbie only responds with another gunt. Pregnancy has gotten the best of her, she can't laugh at my jokes anymore. The bodybuilder bodyguard opened the large steel door upstairs.

"Upstairs to your left!" He calls after us. God, there are a lot of stairs. They look even more intimidating because of the grey cement color, so if you fall you could like die.  If this family is so rich why can't they afford an elevator?

Upstairs there are 2 doors, one to the left, one to the right. The door to the right is playing rap music, while the door to the left is playing NO MUSIC.

"Wanna dip and go to that party instead?" I suggest pointing to the door to the right.

"Carl!! You're the one who wanted to come in the first place, YOUR COMING!" My sister exclaims. Rolling my eyes, I follow her as she opens the door to the left.

Stepping inside I see there are a lot of unknown people. Balloons fill the ceiling and colorful lights roam the room. A DJ and a dance floor lay in the middle. I spot Frank, he's by the bar of course, with some of his drinking buddies. Debbie and I walk slowly over cautious of all the unknown people. Imagine how much money I would make if I sold guns to all these people, I might be able to buy a house. But that's the old me, the one I left with Nick. Now Nick's locked in prison.

"Oh here are my babies, Debbie and Carl!" Frank says, pulling us into his conversation.

"We know your kids Frank, all 6 or 7 of them," Kermit, one of Frank's drinking buddies, responds.

"Not to you! I'm practicing introducing them to Shannon," my father states.

"Aren't you still married to Sheila?" Debbie ponders. 

Sheila moved away a couple of years ago after Frank blew up their house. He wanted a proper house(which he later blew up), and Sheila wanted to adopt kids. I had almost 5 more siblings, phew luckily they got turned down.

"Shhhh, Shannon doesn't know that!" Frank whispers.

"Where even is Shannon," I exclaim, looking around the room almost half of the people here are middle-aged moms.