The Four Letter Lie
It was a warm beautiful morning in July. I woke up to the smell of bacon sizzling in a frying pan, and the scrapping sound of a spatula scrambling eggs. As I do every morning, I made my way to the bathroom, grabbed my breakfast, and then got dressed. Life was wonderful back then, I had a beautiful girlfriend, and a semi-decent family that got along, well, as long as I did everything they said. I lived with my step-mom and dad. I had the girl of my dreams too, her name was Kali Lancaster. She had shiny, long brown hair that hung to the middle of her back. She was really skinny, and had a figure that could give old perverted men heart attacks. Honestly, I don’t know how I pulled her, but she was crazy about me, literally crazy about me, and I was crazy about her. I was a very jealous guy though; I think it came from growing up with my mom, and seeing her cheat on every guy she was with.
Kali and I have been dating a good year, and she was the girl I lost my virginity too. We practically spent every day together we were like Romeo and Juliet. I grabbed my phone to call her and see if it was okay to come over. She answered all glittery, “hey baby, come on over, I got us a way to make some money!” I replied astounded, “I’m on the way.” I have never had a girlfriend that tried to help me make money. The past few days I had been complaining to her about not having the money to pay my car insurance, and today being July the 3rd, was the last day of my grace period, which is the fifteen day period my insurance company provides after a due bill.
I pulled up to her house, and she rushed out of the door, and as soon as I stepped out of the car, she tackled me. After the long, unnecessary painful hug, I asked her what her plan was to get the money. She smiled “come inside, I’ll show you.” I followed her inside her house and into her room. She opened up her dresser door, and pulled out a little crinkled up zip lock bag. She opened up the bag and...