Girl on Point by Cheryl Guerriero

Author:Cheryl Guerriero
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Red Adept Publishing
Published: 2017-04-13T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 26

We get off the Turnpike and take Route 34 until we reach Edgewood Gardens. It’s a nice middle-class suburb that looks exactly like Middletown. Its highway is littered with the same fast-food restaurants: Chili’s, Applebee’s, and Friday’s. There’s even a movie theater and a Barnes and Noble.

“Slow down. Pull in here.” Lori points to a bank on the right. It’s next to a flower shop, and the parking lot is dark, except for the bank’s well-lit ATM.

“Lori, what are you doing?” Natice leans up from the backseat.

“I’m making a withdrawal, Natice. What does it look like?”

“If you’re doing what I think you’re doing, don’t!”

“Natice, how ‘bout you don’t fucking tell me what I’m doing?” Lori snaps. She looks over at me again. “Park away from the ATM. There.” She points to a spot parallel to the bank but in the shadows.

“Lori, you said we were doing a delivery!” Natice hollers.

“Shut the fuck up, Natice!” Lori yells.

I park and turn off the engine. “Now what?”

“Now it’s time for a withdrawal.” Lori pulls out a gun from under her shirt and holds it out for me.

Viewing guns on a computer screen doesn’t compare to this. I feel as if I’m inches away from death. I hold Lori’s stare, this time unable to hide my fear. “Last time I checked, I only needed a debit card for a withdrawal.”

“Exactly,” Natice says.

“Not when it’s other people’s money,” Lori says.

“Yeah, people need motivation,” Cracker says with a laugh.

Now I know why Cracker looked so happy when she first saw me. She obviously knew Lori was going to do this.

Ronnie buries her face in her hands and tries to keep from laughing.

Lori waits for me to take the gun. “What do you say, Cheerleader? All you gotta do is hop in the backseat and say hello with your little friend.” She smiles and shakes the gun as if she is holding a Coca-Cola bottle.

“Fifty bucks Cheerleader shoots herself,” Cracker says.

“Ally, you don’t have to do this,” Natice says.

“Shut the fuck up, Natice! I swear to God!” Lori threatens.

“You said we were doing a delivery! I need the fuckin’ money!” Natice yells.

“You’ll get your fucking money! She wants to be a driver. Earn it! I don’t fucking know her!” Lori screams.

“Damn straight,” Cracker says.

“Let me outta the car!” Natice reaches for the door handle.

“Natice, where you gonna go?” Lori grabs her arm.

“Fucking girl scout,” Cracker says.

“Fuck you, Cracker!” Natice yells back.

“Shit, I’ll go,” Ronnie pipes in.

“No! I’ll do it!”

Everyone turns and looks at me. And before I can remind myself I am not Charles Bronson or Angelina Jolie and this is not a movie—this is a real gun—I take the pistol from Lori’s hand. It is cold and heavy. I feel sick to my stomach.

“A’right, Cheerleader!” Lori claps.

“She still has to do it,” Cracker adds.

“Let’s hope she doesn’t,” Natice says.

“Jesus, Natice! Next time we’ll leave your ass at home. A’right?” Lori says.

“Yes, do me the favor!”

Lori tells me to wait until a car pulls in front of the ATM.

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