The Storage Unit
700 Words
Brianna had never been to the storage unit before, but as they grew closer, she felt familiar with the surroundings. Walking into the white and blue cement block buildings, Brianna told Tamia seriously, “Keep your eyes peeled, any sign of a cop we take off. We get separated, meet me at the Walmart in Tribeca.”
Nodding to show she understood, Tamia walked behind Brianna as she opened her parent’s storage unit. And was hit with their scents and memories.
Her daddy’s golf clubs were in there now, and while a little dimmer, they were still fancy and nice. An older pair that couldn’t have been worth as much as the ones she knew her uncle took.
There were boxes ripped open, the ones with her parent’s names on them. And all of them were mostly empty. Clothes, shoes, and jewelry all gone. It sickened Brianna to know her Aunt Georgia was somewhere; stretching her mother’s Channel and Gucci over her fat ass.
But material things weren’t what she came for. Brianna looked at the boxes stacked against the wall. All of them belonging to her grand-mere and grand-poppi, and all of them were large and it was over a dozen.
“These,” She told Tamia pointing to the boxes, “We need to go through all of these as quick as possible.” Tamia said okay and soon they were tearing through the boxes. Closing the door so they wouldn’t be seen, Tamia and Brianna went through only to find minimal. It was getting late when they were on the last three boxes and Brianna decided to just take those and look later.
Grabbing a wagon that had been hers when she was a little kid, they put the three boxes on it. And at almost seven the sun dipped surprisingly fast and Brianna had to hurry with Tamia to get away from the shadows moving.
When they got back to the church, Brianna was sitting the boxes down when she heard a noise from the nave. Going inside with Tamia edging behind her, they heard drunk voices pulling on the chains.
Jumping when a loud man began to kick the door, Brianna went closer to peek.
One was a college football student. His jacket giving that much away as he kicked at the door, “Come on Bret leave it!” A girl standing back with her friend shaking in a short skirt and tinier shirt. Her friend dubbing the same choice of outfit even as they approached fall.
And fall in New York was just as brutal as winter
Another guy, dressed in the letterman jacket and jean combo like his friend, sighed, “Come on Bret, you do realize you’re probably pissing off a couple of junkies, right?” Bret sniffled as he took another swig of beer, “Yeah you’re right. Maybe we should call the city and get them to bulldoze this piece of shit.”
Angry at the audacity of the rich prick, Brianna’s eye came back to peep out. And when the blue eyes snapped over on instinct, they locked on hers. Brianna’s symbol on her hand seemed to burn as she ordered, “Ale. (*Go away)"
The drunk boy stumbled back immediately feeling the power, dropping his beer bottle loudly on the steps. He fell on his friend who caught him before he asked, “Dude what the hell? Are you that drunk?” But the Bret character turned and quickly left, his entire mundane being protesting where he was now. So, his friends followed suit worried he’d saw something they hadn’t.
Listening as the group of idiots left, Brianna had a feeling they wouldn’t be back. When she turned to face Tamia, she watched the younger girl look at her afraid, “How did you do that? What did you do?”
Brianna went to the small table they sat at for meals as she admitted, “I don’t know. But I need to find out.”
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