Image after image, thumb swipe left; Pookie was showing some ladies a good time knowing it was all Veronicas supply. The drugs, the demand;--it just did things to people, made them into something they normally wouldn't be, even if it meant fvcking over their friends. Veronica thought she could trust Edward, he was Tylers cousin and she had known Goblin since they were little brats in the streets of Brooklyn New York. Pookie knew better, at least Veronica thought he did but from the looks of it, seems he was on a whole different level and she would now be forced to show him the consequences of his bad decisions.
Veronicas apartment [ compton ]
Time: 0945 hrsRolling over in bed, anger struck her core and she immediately called Tyler. Her dogs waited patiently at the foot of her bed as she made the call. She didn't care of the time, knew he'd be passed out but he would answer. Sure enough, after several rings, he finally picked up. “V, whats up?” he asked, his voice deep and grimy. “Ty Ty, where is Pook?” she asked calmly, a simple question. Kept a certain level to her voice as to not set him on a curious band of questioning. “Huh? I don't know he ain't here, why?” he replied, his eyes still closed; she could tell. “Give me his new number.” she requested and he huffed and she could hear tussling around, he didn't know it off the top of his dome. “There mane, I text you the number.” he said, trailing off as he fell back asleep and hung up on her.
Next, the phone call. Veronica instantly called Edward up, she let it ring and ring but he never answered. “Alright, I got you Pook.” she said out loud to herself, feeling her head pound, she was pissed and hungover. Not going to be a good day and if Vincent found out she was so careless and too fvcked up to keep ahold of his drugs, he would have a field day bitching her out. Not today, not today.
Finally crawling out of bed, she threw her phone on the comforter and gave her dogs some much-needed attention. Petting all of them as a smile grew to her petals. They always could bring her out of a bad mood. “Come on guys, breakfast time.” she chimed and walked out of her bedroom into her tiny kitchen to make them some steak and rice--they love it.
Popping a few Percocets, she chugged a bottle of water and went to get dressed for her short trip she was planning in her head. Veronica was going to go find Edward herself and have a little chat with him. Most importantly, send a message.
After barely getting into a pair of black skinny jeans and a band t-shirt, boots slipped on and a fag stuck to her pout, lit; inhaled. She was off on foot, walking from her apartment the girl ignored everyone that yelled out to her. She didn't have anything on her to sell and it was all Edwards fault. It made her teeth clench and grind as she thought about what she was going to do to him. He wasn't going to get off easily and it wasn't like he could just give the used-up drugs back, he wouldn't even be able to pay her back, and then she would be in deep with Vince.
Miles away, Veronica reached her destination; Pookies apartment, and sure enough, his car was outside of his place and she side smirked, an idea coming to mind. Looking around to see if it was clear, the fugitive broke into his car, popped the trunk, and retrieved a baseball bat. She then jumped up on the hood of his car and began to yell. “
POOKIE!!! GET YOUR FVCKING ASS OUT HERE NOW!” slam—the bat swung and smashed his front windshield. “
OH EDWARD!” she called out again, smoke dangling from her lips as she slammed the bat down once again on the glass. Shattering it and webbing it all the way across.
Soon neighbors came out to see what was going on and saw Veronica going to town on his car. Everyone knew better than to mess with her so they just watched and she could hear the oooh's and ahhh's and laughter from those watching. Eventually, Edward peeked from the blinds of the front window and his eyes widened and soon he came rushing out. His arms thrown up in the air as he had a look of anger written all over his thieving face. “
POOKIE!” she hollered and jumped down, patting the bats end against the sides of her boots. “Let's talk shall we?” she asked, walking right past him and into his apartment. His hands covered his face for a moment as he processed his car being totally trashed. Shaking his head in disbelief, he hung his head and went inside to greet his fate.
“Look, V... I'm really sor.” he spit out and Veronica interrupted him instantly. “Save it. You know what you did, I know what you did, and you know what? Vince is going to know what you did too, so I hope your punkass had a good time on our dime last night. I lost a lot and now you are gonna lose something.” she exclaimed, an evil look in her eye. He shut up and immediately grabbed his crotch and she laughed, smashing her cigarette out in an ashtray on the coffee table.
“Pick one Pook, right or left?” she asked and his expression turned to confusion. “Why? What you mean V? C'mon mane, give me a break I was fvcked up last night and so were you.” he said with a hint of fright in his voice. She sat down on his couch, cool, calm, and collected. “I said pick one, right or left?” she asked again and he shook his head. “Veronica what the fvck? Why? Mane...” he was getting nervous and began to pace back and forth in front of her. It was too late, he messed up royally and deserved what was coming to him and Veronica did not play around with anyone when it came to her business.
“Left...” he muttered barely audible and she side smirked. Within a blink of an eye had her knife out and his hand held down atop of the coffee table, fingers spread out, she wasted no time. Her hand raised and came down with fury, cutting his left pinky finger right off. Edward screamed like a little bitch and as Veronica let go of his wrist, he grabbed it with his other hand and fell to the ground, rolling onto his side, cussing, crying, and screaming in agony. “V...” he yelled as tears streamed down his cheeks; unable to be helped. Veronica felt nothing for his pain, he had to be taught a lesson and he was lucky she had known him so long, or, he may have been killed.
Stepping over him, she glanced back at him as she opened the front door. “Now you know better Pookie... no hard feelings. I'll talk to Vince, see if I can spare you the right one.” she said with a hint of amusement to her tone. - though she wasn't kidding. Closing the door behind her, she lit up a smoke and began her walk back home. The message was sent, even to one of her closest friends.
