Chapter 3

“i want to sell my house by the end of two days “ Karen said speaking on the phone

“mam you do want to sell the house or not? A week back you said you wanted to sell the house you called it off”

Karen winced, her face a mix of emotions “i know i know but i want to sell it by end of two days, it’s kind of time sensitive”

“In such short notice we can sell it for 70k max”

“Yeah that is fine, yeah that works out for me,” said Karen after a pause, that’s still 40k less than the blackmailer asked for.

“We have a prospective buyer now we can sell the house by today’s evening”

“Fine i will be there, to give a small tour of the building”

By today karen thought slumping in the seat of her car where will she and her daughter live, how will she explain to her daughter, A hotel maybe that should be do for a while.She wanted this nightmare to end as soon as possible, she won’t be able to sleep knowing that, that video can get out anytime.

Students were collecting their mutts and locking their books and stuff in the lockers.Greg was doing the same when he felt a hand and he froze, he slowly turned back to see chris and his gang, chris was 6 feet 3 or 4 inches he was a big beefy dude maybe it was because his father was a cop and he trained his son very well or it might be just genetics either way greg was fucked.Before realizing a punch landed on his gutt.The girls giggled

“Backside of the school Now!” chirs growled

Greg was 5feet 10 inches not big on muscles either.He hung his head down remembering the last time he got pummelled to pulp.The sky was dark with clouds and a small drizzle started to rain, the back side of the school is empty as always with some food covers that students have thrown from the higher floors of the school.There chris, tim, alice and cindy with her mutt were present there.standing ominously.

“Where is my 500$ dollars greg?” chris

“Am working part time at the flower store, the store owner said he will pay me next Monday”

“I don’t care whether you beg borrow or steal i need my dollars greg”

“i promise i will give it by next week”

“Thats what you said last week greg, the others paid up you are only one who hasn’t paid”

“Financially i am the only one who has to support myself. it’s-”

Chris cut off greg “Dont give me that my parents died sob story ... i want my money i don’t care where you get it from”

Alice laughed “Trying to escape by emotional manipulating Chris this one is a slippery one ain’t it”

Greg glared at her, he figured if she hangs out with chris, he figured she was garbage too but to spout such insensitive shit one must be in the top one percentage of garbage.

“Thanks to my father i know all the people your father owes money to, all i have to do is point them at the right directions _”

“Next week i am gonna pay up... “ chris punched greg in the face it felt like a jack hammer hit him, he lost his balance and fell on to the ground and tim joined in and kicked him in the ribs taking Greg’s breath for a second.

“Your pop’s took loans from a lot of shady people greg all i have to do is point them in the right direction and they will get their money back even if it meant selling your organs”

The last word sent chills through his aching body, he knew what it would mean if those guys get involved.

“i will pay it up ... I will pay it up “ greg repeadted those words ... as if repeating those words will make greg and his guys go away.Greg felt helpless and weak and as if the world conspired to fuck his life in everyway possible.

“You know the rules greg 30 beatings from the cane ... this time it’s going to be a harder beating though”