Ozzy day 38 Driver

It will be close. If I stick to rice and instant noodles then I can eat for another week. I should have enough money to pay rent after my paycheck. I already owe so much. They have been nice enough not to harass me about it yet. But how much longer can I go before I'm on the streets? I could ask my brother for money. I think I would rather be homeless than have to rely on my family to survive. It's been tough to lock down a job. I've gone through three in the last 4 months. The time between jobs has really been hunting my savings. Haha savings, it's funny to even call the sum in my accounts savings. When will this end? When can I stop worrying about whether I have enough money to get by? If I have a place to live, it's all been so terrible. Running on a treadmill, always stuck in place. I'll never be able to move at the end of the year at this rate. 

Ring Ring

My pant leg was buzzing. I pulled out my phone. 

“Singsay.”

I whisper under my breath.

He's been trying to get me on some kind of get rich quick scheme but it seems dodgy.

“Yo come through to my place!” His voice buzzed in.

“Why?” I said suspiciously.

“Bro, listen, you want money? I have a way.”

“Alright I'll be there in just a second.”

 I sat in silence for a while. Looking down at the necklace my ex got me years ago. Its the only valuable thing I haven't sold off. Maybe holding onto the memory is unhealthy, but its one of the only nice ones I have left. I put on my shoes that were torn and ragged from overuse.

I pulled up to Singsay’s house, he ran out quickly with a duffle bag in hand. He was dressed like he was going to rob a bank. My stomach lurched at the idea. He came in and slammed the door. 

“Okay this is the address we are going to.”

It was in a sketchy part of town.

“Where is this?”

“Don't worry about what or where, just drive and wait out front.”

There is nothing legal happening at this location. I was breaking out in a cold sweat. Crime? I've considered it of course, but not as far as to help it.

We pulled up outside the house. 

“I'll be back in like 20 mins fam.” Singsay said as he slammed the door on his exit.

Then it was just me, sitting there twiddling my thumbs. What was he doing? Selling drugs? Buying them? Muder? No Singsay is dodgy but not a killer. I don't think so at least.

Bam Bang!

Gunshots echoed out of the house he just entered. My heart started beating faster. My foot relaxed and tensed over the brake pedal. Singsay came running out of the house with a duffle bag now full. He opened the door and hopped in.

“DRIVE!”

“Where?”

“GO!” He screeched. His face was twisted in pain.

Blood was leaking out of an injury on his ribs.

I slammed the gas taking us off. The sudden movement causing him pain.

“You got shot?”

“No shit.” He grunted. 

He was sweating and looking pale. 

“I got to get you to the hospital.”

“I can't, not right now.”

“Take me to my mate Mike's place.”

“Where?”

“Castle hill go.”

He was grunting in pain. The words became harder for him rapidly. I started driving towards castle hill. His eyes were closing and opening. About to pass out it looks like. That's probably not good for him. Soon his eyes closed and didn't reopen. I parked the car on a quiet street. Opened the duffle bag he had with him. It was filled with hundred dollar bills. I looked over at Singsay who was no unconscious. 

“We never discussed what my cut would be.”

I opened the door and pushed his body out of the car. I don't know if they will be able to track me down or not. Let's just say I was also a victim. A smile crossed my face. Looks like i won't have to eat plain rice tonight though.