SCUM 4 ish
Hey there. I have an exam this week so episode 4 is still in the works. Here’s a teaser to pacify and appease. Thanks for your understanding.
Till next week!
Two years ago
“Are you alright?” Faith passed a bottle of water to a coughing Paul. They were standing in the compound of her parents’ house, taking a break from the parents-boyfriend firing squad. Paul emptied the bottle in one swig.
“Your mother is a brick wall,” he whispered.
“No, you can’t say that when you were fairly warned.” Faith held a hand up. “Wait. Did you say my mum?”
“Yes. Your dad was predictable. But Mrs. Ahenful clearly did not like what she saw, and she wanted me to know it.”
“What are you talking about? My mum loves you.”
Paul rolled his eyes. “Yes, you keep ‘lying’ that.”
Faith chuckled. “I know I lied before about the other thing, but I promise, this is not a lie.”
“How would I know the difference, babe? I’ve listened to your many work stories. You’re literally a professional liar.”
“He’s right about that.”
They both turned. David Jones was standing in front of the gate, a smirk scrawled on his lean face.
“I should know.” He shrugged. “She gets it from me.”
Paul exchanged glances with Faith, his eyes questioning. She averted her gaze.
“What are you doing here, Jones?”
“I heard you were in town. I thought I’d say hello.”
“We had an agreement.”
“What?” He walked closer. “I can’t speak to you because you gave me some pocket change?”
He turned his attention to Paul. “You must be the boy toy.”
Paul smiled, his tongue pushing against his cheek.
“You know who I am, bruh?”
“I think you should leave,” Faith stared daggers.
“Or what? You’re going to arrest me again?”
“Try me.”
Jones charged towards her. Paul stepped forward, cutting him off.
“You don’t want to do that,” he warned.
Jones was in his face. “I asked you a question, bruh. You know who you’re talking to?”
Paul nodded. “Look, I get it, man. If I were you, and I lost her to someone like me, I’d probably do the same thing you’re doing right now. But if you don’t leave, there’s a chance you’ll get yourself arrested, again. I mean, we both know she doesn’t bluff, right?”
Jones drew back, took a searing look at Faith, then backed away, one step at a time.
“You know what Karma is? A bad bitch. She’s gonna come get you, bruh. And you best believe that when that happens, I’ll be there to dance on your graves. You feel me?”
Paul waited till Jones was out of sight, then turned to Faith.
“Okay,” he sighed, “start from the beginning.”
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