I hate this, I hate this, I hate this, why am I doing this, why am I doing this, I hate myself and want to die.
Somehow or another, Sands had talked Tara into wearing one of his ridiculous disguises. She now had to speak only with her southern accent, and wear a blonde beehive wig. The Culiacan heat made the synthetic hair itch on her scalp. Sands had her by the arm, parading her down a produce ally. The whole ordeal was about to make her sick, she'd already taken everything she'd ever thought about him being "not so bad" back, and right now, she as about to take him down. His phone rang.
"Yeah Hello…OH, agent Ramirez, no longer retired, Good man welcome to the fold"
Tara keyed in to the conversation upon hearing the word agent, she would've killed for some blackmail against Sands right about now.
"…Day of the dead, that's tomorrow…" Sands had dropped his tone, to try and keep a low profile.
"Billy chambers, Yeah, you sure?"
"Well, whatever they're up to, I can guarantee you that it's going to happen tomorrow, so, my suggestion to you is… if you see an opening take it."
"Not enough get inside." Sands closed his phone, and started to drag Tara in the opposite direction.
"What the hell is going on?" She said trying to pull out of his grasp.
"I'll tell you in the car."
She yanked her arm out of his hand.
"Sands tell me now." She growled firmly.
"Get in the car…and I'll tell you" He grabbed her arm roughly, and lead her back to the ar.
"I swear to god, woman, you are the most difficult human being I know!" He yelled at her.
"Oh believe me, the feeling is mutual!" She shrieked back.
He hit her, hard across the face. The fore of it made her turn her head to face the window, and crack her neck. He heard her snap her jaw, then turn to look at him. She sneered at him, and he saw blood ooze from the inside of her mouth out through her teeth.
Then she started to giggle, and then she began to laugh.
"Ha..ha, HA! Dude, you should have seen the look on your face!"
"Oh god, I can't believe this." Sand mumbled to himself as he started the car, and shifted gears.
"You need to lighten up, get a little loose once in a while."
Sands gave her a hard glare.
She stuck her tongue out at him.
"Are you high?" He asked her in all seriousness.
She giggled a little again.
"Tara, I'm not kidding, are you high"
"I don't know."
He sighed, and began to pull out onto the street.
"So, where are we going?" She asked, trying to be as polite as possible.
"I'm taking you back to your restaurant." He told her frankly.
Tara's eyes popped.
"Well, because, you're crazy, you're bi-polar, you have no sense of timing, because if you did, you would've killed me when you had the chance- oh and you're too nosey for your own good." He smiled at her when he was done.
Tara thought about it for a second.
"Okay then." She said, sounding disappointed.
Waves of Harvey Dent-themed memories crashed around in her head.
"I don't think I like you that much either." She told him.
They drove in silence until Sands pulled up to the doors of the restaurant.
"Good-bye Tara." He told her
"Good-bye, douche bag." Tara told him, getting out of the car. She walked back into the building and was greeted by the manager, who told her she was late, and had no right to just walk out like that. She agreed with him.
She didn't even fight with him, when he gave her back dishes she'd already cleaned.
Tara was a little destroyed.
She turned on her radio near the sink, and set back to scrubbing away.
sings from somewhere you cant see
She sits in the top of the greenest tree
She sends out an aroma of undefined love
It drips on down in a mist from aboveShe's just the girl, just the girl
That u want
She's just the girl, just the girl
That u want
I am becoming increasingly disgusted with this story, I really, really want it to be over ASAP, but if you like it, and hopefully you do, please review it, even if it sucks just tell me how to make it better. I can't think like Sands, and he isn't in a lot of the movie, which is why the story is getting so spastic, but trust me things should hopefully start to get good by next chapter.
Why oh why, can me only write gore and crazy people.