Korry Smith ~ The Unlikely Author

Chapter One It was a simple request. I was to steal a car and drive it back to Tommie. He would clear my friend’s debt and give me six hundred dollars in cash. If I did well with this job, he would get me another one, and so forth. There was a good possibility he was lying, but what choice did I have? Around one in the morning, he drove me into town and parked his truck down a street from a large, luxurious apartment complex. It sounded fancy too: Versante . “You see the Chevelle there?” Tommie pointed through the security gate at a red car. “That’s the one.” I nodded with confidence, but the anxiety was starting to kick in. How the hell was I going to do this? Taking the hanger and a screwdriver from him, I opened the truck door and got out. He gave me a smile made from nightmares and sent me on my way. Pulling the hoodie over my head, I aimed for incognito but looked more like a twelve-year-old boy trying to be a thug. I squeezed through the holes in the iron ...

Chapter Two The next time my eyes opened, it was morning, and I was in a strange bed. It was low to the floor, but the mattress was soft, and the pillows smelled of Axe Cologne and Dove Soap . I pulled it to my nose and rolled over to my side. I could live there forever, but the sun was flooding in through the vertical blinds and made it too bright and hot in the room. When I relented to waking up, my vision wouldn’t cooperate. It was still fuzzy and unfocused, and I’d about rubbed my sore eyelids to the point of being raw. Sitting up on my elbows, I glanced around in hopes to remember what happened last night. I was in a boy's room. That was for sure. It wasn’t a mess, and surprisingly clean, but every hue was either gray, dull wood, or black. My heart dropped into my stomach as my memories came rushing back to me: Tommie and the debt. Alex and his car. The weed, and the unsolicited, yet candid, conversation. Throwing the blanket off me, I’m relieved to find the only ...