#notsocleanhands

        emery clenched his jaw as he looked down at the next text. he knew he should have called. maybe he should have done what was being demanded of him but the more he looked down at the text message the more he felt stupid. he didn’t know who this person was. for all he knew it was someone in town wanting to fuck with him and he had to weigh the possibilities let alone his options.

he took in a deep breath, not bothering to response as he shoved his phone into his pocket. fuck it. he wasn’t going to go down as a snitch and he wasn’t going to let some random ass person dictate what he was going to do.

       and there is was. another bing to let him know that he had a response. when emery read through the text message, he found himself almost scoffing. snitches get stitches were something that people said to each other often but that was a reality for emery especially in the neighbor he lived in.

emery: starting to think you want to get me killed.

god, why was he entertaining any of this? no one typically cared what the next person did and maybe that was why emery was taking the leap of believing this person would actually do something. granted, there was always the chance that they were just blowing smoke but what if they weren’t? no amount of hard work or busting his ass was ever going to convince someone from cps that he was capable of taking care of his siblings.

emery: fine.

       there was a moment, a brief moment, where emery thought that maybe this was a joke. it was vague enough to maybe be someone just fucking with him and he couldn’t help but glance around in an attempt to see if he could spot someone he knew or someone he was vaguely familiar with near him but he came up empty. he glanced back down at his phone wondering if he should have bothered. it was probably just someone fucking with him, right? right?

emery: i take it not the kindness of your heart.emery: what do you want?