Grizzly's Girl

3: The crown on the wall

Mac

Looking both ways before I cross the street I j walk towards my old home. To say it is a bad neighborhood was an understatement. On the way over here I passed at least three twelve year olds doing drug deals. All of them on their bikes with black backpacks strapped to their backs.

I didn't have room to judge, that's how my crime life got kick started. But the worst thing I passed was the girls working the corners. One of them I recognised as Candy. They called her that because she's "sweet".

"Hey Mac, didn't think I'd see you back in these parts after your mama moved." Candy calls out as I pass her.

"You know me Candy, can't stay away." I was lying.

This was the last place I wanted to be right now. But I needed something important that my mother didn't even know about.

"You do you boo." She winks at me as I continue by her.

Candy was probably the only street girl I knew who had a personality. Most of them just banked on their bodies to make them some cash. But she had the body of a super model and the skin of a south african goddess.

Walking up to my one story house that I grew up in I look around. The yard wasn't as kept up as it once had been, but that comes with no one living here. It looks freshly painted, but it still had the same old front door that mom thought gave it character. All I see when I see it is how many times the damn thing has been kicked down.

Shaking my head I check the door knob finding it locked. Not surprising. This thing needed to be locked if they were trying to keep taggers out of it. I doubt they did since the second place I tried, the window, had slid freely open. Sure enough someone else had found the open access.

A large crown painted in blood red and dark black covered the once tan wall of my empty living room. The sight made my stomach drop. Shit. Pulling my phone out I snap a picture of it. To anyone else who saw it they probably wouldn't notice it really. There was other things spray painted around the room. Mostly curse words and logos.

But the crown means something else. Something that I wasn't ready to face yet. Before I could get to far into my head there was a knock on the door. Flipping around I stare at it thinking I might just be loosing my mind. But then the knock came again and I looked around for a weapon.

Coming up short I cross to the window and peak my head out seeing a familure leather jacket with the patches on the back proclaiming this man as a Crimson Wolves member.

I open the door before the person has another chance to knock.

"How'd you find me?" I ask Griz as he puffs on the cigerette between his lips.

"You aren't that hard to follow darlin." He says sounding tired.

I checked my watch again seeing it was nearly twelve. How long had I been starring at that wall?

"You going to let me in or an I going to have to wait out here?" He asks leaning against the door frame and looking down at me.

Moving out of the way I gesture him in.

"Why'd you follow me?"

I had a good idea why he followed me. He was probably ordered to do so, but I wanted to hear him say it. I'm petty that way.

"Your mom got worried about you when you left. Blake sent me to make sure you weren't in trouble."

"Well I'm fine." I say walking back towards my old bedroom.

In here there was evidence of taggers to, but yet again another sign that was more like a warning.

I pull my phone out again and snap the picture of the Reaper above my old bed frame.