Pieces ♥Pricefeild♥

Chapter: 1 {} Part: 1

          {Chloe's P.O.V}

       I sat in my room waiting for my step-douche to leave. I hate him so fucking much, you may be asking, "Chloe why do you hate him? He's your step dad", well here's why. He came into MY house expecting me to do EVERYTHING he says and they never even ASKED me what I wanted.... Right away my mom fell for his "Hero" act, so fucking what he served in the war. He hates me and all of the friends I ever had! He want's my life to be miserable... I wish my dad was still here... 

       Sighing I roll over scrolling on my phone. Without noticing I had somehow found myself on one of Max's social media pages.... God I miss her so much.... 

      I turned my phone off. Rolling over I take my pack out of my pocket, I grab one of my cigarettes. After lighting it I take a long slow drag, I sigh again as a gray cloud appeared in front of me. The mint flavor leaving my tongue. David barged into my room, "CHLOE PRICE! YOU PUT THAT OUT RIGHT NOW!!"

      Ignoring him, I flick my cigarette. He doesn't have the same soothing voice as Max or my early father... Flicking the ashes again I take another long slow drag, looking him in the eye showing I won't put it out. He storms over and grabs my hand tightly. I blow my smoke in his face, as it dissipated I saw the shadow of a hand hurling towards my face.

   The contact was harsh, making me drop the cigarette in the hand he still had a bad grip on. "WHAT THE HELL!" I scream. "God dammit! YOU NEED TO STOP THIS BAD BEHAVIOR!!" he yelled back

    After a long lecture about how 'I need better behavior', I stormed out of the room. Just as I hopped in my car to go to my secret hideout, I got a call from Frank. Groaning I pick up. "Yo, I need you to do a job for me." He said. Without letting me talk he continued, " I need you to pick up money the Prescott's boy. He owes me for a shit ton of stock." he finishes. Rolling my eyes  I start to respond, "What makes you think I'll do that?" I ask. "Weeeeeellllll..... you still owe me too, but I'll reduce the price for you if you do this job." He says. "By how much!?!" I ask. "Depends on how late you get it to me..." He states. "fine, assuming he's still at Blackwell?" I decided to take the job, " I think, parent's won't allow otherwise..." He says. "Meet at the same spot." I hang up, starting the car.