Chapter One - The Call
One hour later
You went back to your apartment (you like to call it yours as it gives you a sense of home but you share it with Ricky and five of his friends) you go up to your room looking at the card wondering whether to make the call. You go down to the living room to one of the guys sitting on a small torn- apart brown leather sofa in a ripped white t-shirt and purple shorts on an iPhone 4 as itâs the only phone in the house. â hey brotha I need the phone for a secondâ you say whilst walking in the shit pile the 7 of you call home. âGo aheadâ he gives you the phone and walks towards the kitchen. You start to panic as you press the numbers in the phone, wondering if theyâll pick up. You put the phone to your ear and walk up the raggedy brown carpet stairs to your room. âOh fuck. I should have done this, shouldnnâtt have done thisâ you say in a sing-song voice. âFUC-.â You were about to square up at the wall since you hit your shoulder on it; when the phone stops ringing and your heart moves to your throat. âH-hello?â You say as you try to deepen your voice to reassure yourself. A sly sharp voice came to the phone. âEvening Mr. Adonis Smith, your friend Riccardo âRickyâ Rogers told me youâd call and Iâm so glad heâs rightâ his voice softened at the end of his sentence. âEnough blabbering. I need you to complete and assignment for me, Iâm sure youâre fully aware of what you need to do and when you need to do it by, correct?