house. This house held too many bad memories and worse, too many good memories.
He would probably break and enter into some of the other homes in this neighborhood. But this house would be off limits. Everyone in this part of town was well off. They all thought they were safe and sound in a decent upstanding community. What a joke Adam thought. He would just steal a few things here and there, a few things to feed his habit.
Jane reached into her purse and took sixty dollars from her wallet. It was the only cash she had. She tossed the bills on the counter.
“Go, don’t come back.”
Adam’s eyes lit up at the sight of money. Money was the answer to his prayers. “Thanks mother. I love you.” Adam quickly snatched the money. He was afraid she would try to take it back and then he would be forced to fight her for it.
Adam shoved the three bills into his pocket. He jogged to the back door. He was gone in seconds leaving the door slightly open.
Jane rushed to lock the door. She wondered how he got inside her house in the first place. She was going to have someone come out and install a security system tomorrow. It was short notice but she would pay them extra to bump her to the top of the list. She looked down at her hands and saw how she was shaking.
She was terrified of Adam. His addiction made him irate and sometimes violent. She would never forget the time he kicked the back window out of her Mercedes Benz when she tried to force him into rehab.
He had hit her once before in a struggle to get to her purse. He ripped the purse from her hands and pushed her down. She had to cancel all of her credit cards. Adam had her checkbook and he had gone to town writing checks until she froze her account. He had cost her four thousand dollars. Since she wouldn’t press charges the bank made her pay the money back.
Sometimes she cursed her late husband for leaving her all alone to raise two young men all by herself. Other times she cried herself to sleep at night because she missed her husband so much. He was the only man she had ever been with, the only man she ever loved and losing him ripped a gaping hole in her heart that she still felt three years later.
Adam was so glad to be out of his mother’s house. He told Tony to park a ways down the street. He wished the van were sitting in the driveway. He walked a few blocks toward where Tony’s minivan was inconspicuously parked.
Tony was asleep behind the wheel of the van. Sometimes Tony would fall asleep with the needle still stuck in his arm. Adam hated that about him.
Adam beat on the glass of the driver’s side window three times to wake Tony up. He also was successful in scaring the shit out of him. He was in a playful mood now that he had money.
“Motherfucker!” Tony yelled when he saw it was Adam.
“Open the fucking door.”
Tony popped the locks and rubbed his eyes. Adam hopped into the passenger seat.
“I thought you were the fucking cops.” Tony punched Adam in the chest. “Motherfucker please tell me you got something. I thought you fell asleep in there.”
“I got forty dollars.” Adam wasn’t sure why he lied to Tony about the dollar amount. He just did.
“Good job son.” Tony started the engine and pulled away from the curb. He removed a half smoked cigarette from the ashtray and lit it.
Tony offered Adam a cigarette from an open pack that was in the middle console. Adam took the pack from Tony. Tony talked with his lit cigarette hanging from his lips.
“Aye did you get any other loot, some credit cards? Tony asked.
Adam pulled a cigarette from the pack. “No, I looked all around for her purse. This money was in the bureau.” Another lie for no reason but for the sake of lying.
Tony gave Adam a light. “I knew I should have gone in with you. Did you get something we could sell?”
“No I didn’t have time. I think I heard her waking up. I had to bail.”
“You could have picked something up on your way out. I need gas. I’m
He would probably break and enter into some of the other homes in this neighborhood. But this house would be off limits. Everyone in this part of town was well off. They all thought they were safe and sound in a decent upstanding community. What a joke Adam thought. He would just steal a few things here and there, a few things to feed his habit.
Jane reached into her purse and took sixty dollars from her wallet. It was the only cash she had. She tossed the bills on the counter.
“Go, don’t come back.”
Adam’s eyes lit up at the sight of money. Money was the answer to his prayers. “Thanks mother. I love you.” Adam quickly snatched the money. He was afraid she would try to take it back and then he would be forced to fight her for it.
Adam shoved the three bills into his pocket. He jogged to the back door. He was gone in seconds leaving the door slightly open.
Jane rushed to lock the door. She wondered how he got inside her house in the first place. She was going to have someone come out and install a security system tomorrow. It was short notice but she would pay them extra to bump her to the top of the list. She looked down at her hands and saw how she was shaking.
She was terrified of Adam. His addiction made him irate and sometimes violent. She would never forget the time he kicked the back window out of her Mercedes Benz when she tried to force him into rehab.
He had hit her once before in a struggle to get to her purse. He ripped the purse from her hands and pushed her down. She had to cancel all of her credit cards. Adam had her checkbook and he had gone to town writing checks until she froze her account. He had cost her four thousand dollars. Since she wouldn’t press charges the bank made her pay the money back.
Sometimes she cursed her late husband for leaving her all alone to raise two young men all by herself. Other times she cried herself to sleep at night because she missed her husband so much. He was the only man she had ever been with, the only man she ever loved and losing him ripped a gaping hole in her heart that she still felt three years later.
Adam was so glad to be out of his mother’s house. He told Tony to park a ways down the street. He wished the van were sitting in the driveway. He walked a few blocks toward where Tony’s minivan was inconspicuously parked.
Tony was asleep behind the wheel of the van. Sometimes Tony would fall asleep with the needle still stuck in his arm. Adam hated that about him.
Adam beat on the glass of the driver’s side window three times to wake Tony up. He also was successful in scaring the shit out of him. He was in a playful mood now that he had money.
“Motherfucker!” Tony yelled when he saw it was Adam.
“Open the fucking door.”
Tony popped the locks and rubbed his eyes. Adam hopped into the passenger seat.
“I thought you were the fucking cops.” Tony punched Adam in the chest. “Motherfucker please tell me you got something. I thought you fell asleep in there.”
“I got forty dollars.” Adam wasn’t sure why he lied to Tony about the dollar amount. He just did.
“Good job son.” Tony started the engine and pulled away from the curb. He removed a half smoked cigarette from the ashtray and lit it.
Tony offered Adam a cigarette from an open pack that was in the middle console. Adam took the pack from Tony. Tony talked with his lit cigarette hanging from his lips.
“Aye did you get any other loot, some credit cards? Tony asked.
Adam pulled a cigarette from the pack. “No, I looked all around for her purse. This money was in the bureau.” Another lie for no reason but for the sake of lying.
Tony gave Adam a light. “I knew I should have gone in with you. Did you get something we could sell?”
“No I didn’t have time. I think I heard her waking up. I had to bail.”
“You could have picked something up on your way out. I need gas. I’m
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