Just another rainy day

“What?” He stared at Pablo, who simply responded with a nod and a sarcastic smile.

“Are you kidding me right now?”

“How am I supposed to get all that in a day? I ain’t no superman!” Yelled David

“Ésé! i don’t care who you ain’t, the boss needs the money else he’ll be bustin caps n you know him well!”said Pablo.
“Yeah! yeah! I’m not new to him and his crap! I’ve done this before and I can do it again bro. You gotta trust me more with this! Give me a few days time man, it’s not much, you know? I can give you the money in a few days right?” He asked, trying to reason with the guy who he knew was well known for his temper.

Pablo simply nodded with a no, is face expressionless as always

“Hey you can do better than this, be a man and cut me some slack amigo!” David tried to warm up to him.

In a split second there was a gun pressing down on David’s temple, Pablos beloved Glock 17 and he could feel the cold metal digging in his sweat laden skin. Pablo held him by his collar “You gonna be teaching me how to man up, huh bitch?” He asked with a calm face.

“Oh no, no no no no! you taking me wrong brother, I meant show me some kindness bro!” Retorted David, shaken and confused.

“You’ve been monkeying around and the boss has been kind enough on your sorry ass!
Had it been me I would have fucking sold your organs and left you in a trash can!” Glared Pablo, this time David knew he had pissed him off.

David knew how ruthless Pablo could be, he had seen him in action before. But what he didn’t know is, how was he gonna come up with the money. He felt miserable that it came down to this just for a thousand euros. “Damn it life was worth more” he thought.

“Now quit gaping at me asshole and scram!” Yelled the spaniard waving his gun as David stumbled out of the garage.

It was raining outside, flashes of lightning lit the dim evening sky as if someone up there was having a photo session with Long face David. Walking away, He looked up,
“Fuck! I hate my life” thought David to himself as the cold droplets hit his face. He pulled up the hood on his jacket and paced down the sidewalk. Where could he go now? His friends didn’t know he owed money to the biggest mobster in town, neither could he make a call to his folks, those doors had closed on him long ago.
Lost in his own thoughts, he crossed the road and a taxi almost missed him by an inch and screeched to a halt!

“Oi Oi! Yelled the bearded guy in a turban “You want to dying, don’t dying under my car benchod!” He yelled in what sounded like a weird south asian accent.
“ Yeah namaste” yelled back David. “hope that means sorry” he thought, as he turned and sat on the railing at the bus stop. He shook off some water off of his hands and took out the phone from his pocket.
“Hey, you up” asked David
“Yeah, babe wussup” came a reply.
“Babe I need some cash, I’m sorry but ill explain when I get home, can u arrange for some?”
“Again? When will you stop all of this?” I told you not to ! But you never listen!! Are you ok? She asked
“ Yeah, yeah I’m good I just need to take care of this”
“Come over lets check with tom”
“right, …ciao” he hung up

It was raining heavier when he got off the bus and walked towards his apartment.
“Its frickin cold today” he thought to himself. As he opens the door there was that dreaded envelope again.

“Fuck rent!” He yelled.

“Another hundred euros in the flush” thought David. He lived in a tiny dim-lit room with just a small bed under a big window that overlooked the street, a table and a chair adjacent to a kitchen counter. At the end of which was a wardrobe. Flinging the keys on the table. He bent down to take off his shoes thinking to himself how could he sort it all out and save his sorry ass and he froze!

Something had moved from under his bed.

Before he could react, he saw it, an arm crawled out from under his bed. With long black hair with what looked like a fist clutching something in it.

David stumbled down and pushed himself away from the bed until he was against the table. The hand came a few feet further with an eerily calm fluid motion. As the flashes of lightning momentarily lighting up the room he could see the hairy fist slowly opening.

Four bony fingers with claws on the end. And a huge talon like thumb. As the hand started going back under the bed he looked around and reached out for the baseball bat he had a few feet away. As he grabbed it he could hear his heart thumping louder than the rumbling clouds outside and was about to take a swing at the arm but there was nothing there. Except for where the fist had uncurled.

Was a big wad of cash.

The Waterman