Mindf u c k

Veronica's apartment.
Time: 1300

The sound of Rambo and Layla howling woke Veronica from a deep slumber. She had just been out all night into the early morning. Dealing with a job from Vince that she had no choice but to finish before she could sleep. She was completely worn out and rolled onto her side, groaning, yelling at her dogs. “Hush!” she managed to get out, her lids slowly opening to a blurry white wall. It was light outside now and Veronica had lost track of time. “what the f*** is it?” she asked aloud, rubbing her eyes with her fists as she rolled onto her back once more. Sitting up, she slowly crawled out of bed. Itching her backside as she shuffled out into the living room. The dogs were on something fierce, barking loudly and jumping about. “Calm it down, what is it?” she asked and both of them led her to the front door.

With a furrowed brow Veronica thought this behavior was odd for them so she carefully walked up to the front door to her apartment. Squinting one eye so she could look out of the peephole. She couldn't make out what was in her front yard. Curious as a kitten, she tried to quiet down her loyal companions as she peeked out of the blinds of the window. There, three cars were parked, dark tinted windows – no activity. “what was this all about?” she thought to herself and backed away from the window.

Who knew who that could be. Veronica had a reputation and it could even be the police. She had no idea but whomever it was her dogs did not want them there. She felt the vibe and guided them back to her bedroom where she closed the door and began to hide some open paraphernalia. While getting into her black skinny jeans there was a knock at the door and a holler. “Aye, V.”

Her orbs were huge as she realized who it was. Pookie, and the last time they saw each other Veronica chopped off one of his fingers. But it was only business, nothing personal. He was still her boy, at least she thought. But, he sure didn't sound happy. - “Oh sh*t!” she whispered and hurried up getting dressed in a black hoodie and boots. She grabbed her backpack that sat at the foot of her bed and threw it onto her back. And without even thinking she was gone out of the back door. Hopping a six-foot privacy fence and running off down an alley. Edward would be stupid to enter her place with her dogs there but she couldn't risk it. Veronica didn't need to worry about their safety, they could certainly take care of themselves.

Several blocks away, Veronica started to walk so she could catch her breath. The phone in her pocket began to buzz and ring. She reached for it and it was him, calling her. He knew she was there and was now on foot somewhere. For some reason, she decided to answer. “Yeah?!” she answered with delay. “Ah, V... what's up, it's your boy Pook. I need to see you. No bullsh*t, no hard feelings about before, I promise mane.” he said and Veronica sensed nervousness in his voice. He was lying and she could tell. “What do you need?” she asked as she stood there in the middle of an empty alley. Just then he hung up on her and she heard a noise from behind. Turning around, she was suddenly hit in the face with a pipe and it knocked her to her back instantly. Veronica coughed and turned onto her side, her hands covering her nose as blood began to river from her nostrils. Crimson tongue, she swallowed tasting it, and spit out onto the street in which she laid.

Within a moment's time she was being kicked and punched from all directions, it must have been at least ten of them all knocking the wind from her and beating her in her head. Immediate headache and her vision turned to a blur, she felt nauseous, pain, and ribs were surely broken. Coming close to unconsciousness, Veronica curled up in a fetal position, her own blood pooling and getting into her hair. It seemed like forever but it only lasted a few minutes before they scattered like roaches and were gone. She laid there still and silent, a cough of blood here and there. Her nose was surely broken and most likely a few ribs, a concussion, and some loose teeth. Her phone started to ring once again as it laid upon the gravel next to her face. Her eyes crept open and she reached to tap the answer on the screen. “Now we are even.” said Edward - he was serious. Veronica just smiled with a mouth full of bloody teeth and hung up on him. Already plotting revenge in her head, if he thought it was over he is sadly mistaken.