Is He Here Yet?

"Is he here yet?" Marinette looks startled, as I had interrupted her thoughts. "No, for the last time. Why are you so excited anyways? We have done this a million times." She speaks with the aggression of an angsty teen as she lights yet another cigarette. I looked around as the gummy bear I dropped on the pavement melted. I locked eyes with the sun as it beat down on us with no mercy. " Did you get the stuff?" , She spoke with a tinge of unease, "The bags, rope, hammers..." " Check, check, check," I spoke as she ran through the list for what I hoped would be the last time. The hood of the car burned my legs like one of those awful metal slides. I felt the excitement building up inside me, even with being surrounded by virtually nothing. Arizona, I love this place. I don't know why but its what I call home. Meanwhile, Cars and beat up trucks passed the both of us not knowing what was to happen about a mile from here. This particular activity made me feel, what I can only describe as ecstasy. This was the only thing that made me....better. Waiting this long for my only kind of fun was exhausting! I glanced at Marinette and she smirked. Not with real happiness as she used to. When we went to school together things were easier. We only worried about boys and what clothes to wear. I remember The first time we decided to do what we do every week now. We were hesitant and afraid of the consequences. Afterward, all those fears faded out, for me at least. Marinette used to be the funny one of the friend group. The one that hosted the parties while her parents were out, The one who bought the drinks for after dances. All the cliche teen stuff that I thought was fun is now the biggest bore in the world compared to this. I pulled out my phone and attempted to turn it on but of course, it was dead. I walked around the side of the car and hopped in. I felt Marinette's eyes following me the whole way. I rolled down the window hearing the piercing screech while doing so. " Mari,can we run down to the corner store I'm starving" I spoke with exaggeration in my voice. "Fine, but don't wanna miss him so you better hurry your butt up." One thing that I love about Mari is that she drives fast. I rolled down the window and stuck my arm out into the warm air. "This is so great Aren't you having fun?" I howled out the window. "I mean....yeah It's just when are we gonna stop?" I saw her sulk in the corner of my eye. "Why would we ever stop? You know I want this to be my lifestyle now. We ever get caught anyways, our reputation is too good." She just nodded. I felt sorry for her but I couldn't help still being in a good mood. I let my mind wander off while thinking about the gas station Taquitos. I felt every bump in the road, every hill on the way. It was comforting. We pulled into a parking spot and I nearly ran out of the car. I shoved the door open and the smell of nachos and chip bags hit me hard. "mmmm" I said a little too loudly. I got a soda, two bags of chips, taquitos, and pizza. That'll be $7.96!" The cashier spoke like a cheerleader. "Crap I only have $7.00" I pouted as I told her to take the pizza off. I walked to the car where Marinette waited impatiently tapping her foot against the ground. We got in the car and zoomed to the direction we came from. When we got there I stuffed my face with food while sticking my face in the AC. "Your such a fatty Liz haha!" Mari laughed. "Whoa. Did you just smile?" I teased. She simply rolled her eyes and continued gazing out the window. I turned on the radio and sang along while clapping to the beat. Mari laughed hard. I was the karaoke queen. I won plenty of contests with Mari when we went with my dad as kids. I miss my dad, he went missing years ago. I'll probably never know where he went either. Thinking of this brought tears to my eyes. I wanted to let out this sadness. "Is he almost here Mari?" I said through clenched teeth. "He texted me he'll only be a minute. Tim is giving him trouble by not getting into the car." I felt the anger building inside my body. My face was hot, I balled my hands into hard fists. I felt numb. I couldn't feel myself breathe. I needed to do something, this infuriation was getting to me. It was the type of anger that makes your heart feel heavy. The type that made hot Arizona feel cold. "LIZ! I called you five times. He's here" She snapped. I swung open the door feeling my anger start to melt away knowing it wouldn't be long until it was released. "Hi, I'm Logan...are you the people doing the job for me?" "Yes, we are!" Mari spoke with fake enthusiasm. " Okay, so I'm not sure how this works. He's in the back...d-do you wanna see him?" Logan stuttered. I stood with my hip popped out to the side and my arms crossed and let Marinette handle everything. "Not yet. First, you pay. It'll be $500" He nervously pulled out his wallet and handed me 5 crumbled up hundred dollar bills. "Let's see him" I spoke loudly. He walked around the back of his car and popped the trunk. "wow. He's certainly a fighter isn't he Liz? Hahaha," Mari taunted. I laughed along. "wanna cigarette before we do this?" Logan swiftly took the cigarette from Mari. His legs quivered. "why are you scared?" I said to logan. "What do you mean why am I scared? This is illegal! Oh my god. Just get it done fast" He sounded irritated and stressed. " Oh, you bet we will. Don't you worry." I said in a sinister manner. I ran over to the truck and pulled out the struggling tied up man inside. No cars were around Since it was nighttime now. I threw him on the ground and slipped off his gag. "PLEASE! PLEASE! DONT DO THIS AHHHHH!" He screamed in complete terror as I dangled my new hammer in his face. "Gosh, I've waited for you all day!" Without a second thought, I pounded my hammer into his head repeatedly. While the blood stained my clothes I laughed. It felt good.