I\'ll Do Anything

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I’ll Do Anything

Of all the mornings of all his life, this one had to be the worst. He’d crawled out of bed feeling like crap and similarly crawled through the day feeling the same. Dee and Barry had both told him to get his sorry ass back home and sleep it off. It was Tommys’ reaction that had really gotten to him.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” An arm slid onto Arnons’ shoulder along with the low voice. “I mean, it could be that you’re just hungry.” They all knew that his family had hit a rough spot. “We could get you something.”
Arnon grinned at him humorlessly. “Nah, I’ll be okay. Probably just a bug.”
A sigh escaped the boy as he thought about it. Damn it, he liked Tommy. And not in that ‘he’s my friend, of course I like him’ sort of way. It was more the ‘wake up in the middle of the night oh-my-god-yes’ sort of ‘like’.
But that was wrong.. right?
He sighed again, this time to clear his head before confronting Buck again. This was his first day on the job. He couldn’t mess up.
He knocked gently on the door and only had to wait a second or two before it opened. Buck stared back at him with that same sickening leer. “Well, hey there Arnon. You don’t look so good.”
“Rough night.” He replied running his hand nervously through his hair.
Barry smirked and tossed something at him.
Arnon raised an eyebrow at the same off-brand candy bar from yesterday. “What’s this for?”
“Don’t worry about it kid, just eat it and it’ll fix you right up.” Buck said opening the door to let him in. The boy didn’t fully understand and started to pocket the chocolate when Buck caught his arm. “I said eat it.”
Arnon took a few moments to get his heart starting again then opened the chocolate bar and took a bite. He didn’t know if he was supposed to be relieved by the approving look Buck gave him or terrified of it. Either way he did feel better.
“Alright, for now you’re just a drop-off boy, you go here and here with these.” A paper and two packages were shoved into the kids’ hand. “You take this one first.” Buck indicated the larger package and the address it was to be taken too. “Then this one.” He did the same for the second. “At the first place you’ll be told where to go for your third pick-up, you take that package and get your ass back here.”
“O-okay.” Arnon said holding the two packages awkwardly.
“When you get back we’ll talk about that second job you asked about.” Buck sat back on his couch looking rather lecherous as he did. “I think you’d do pretty good at it.”
Arnon swallowed hard and stuttered back a few steps as he went to the door.
“And Arnon..”
The boy stopped and glanced back at him slowly.
“Be quick about it, I really want to talk to you about that second job.” There was a sick little emphasis put on the sentence.
Arnon nodded shortly and let the door shut behind him.

* * *

For some reason Arnon had never fully realized how hard a wall could be until he was slammed up against one. The gunmetal pressed under his chin didn’t help matters either. He didn’t even know what happened, he’d been at the door, knocked, said who had sent him and wham, he was against the wall about to get his brains blown out.
“You say Buck sent you? I don’t owe that punk any money!” The big man asked. He smelled like sweat and garlic and had sunburn on his face.
At first the boy couldn’t talk. “I-I’m j-just dropping it off man!” He stuttered in almost a scream. “That’s it I swear!”
Dark beady eyes scrutinized him a moment. “Shit, you’re that new kid.” The man dropped Arnon without much thought into how he landed. The hammer of the gun was clicked softly into place. “Get up.”
Arnon slowly pulled himself to his feet still shaking. The packages were collected from the floor where he’d dropped them and the second one was shoved back into his hand.
“Get your ass to the second location and make your pick up then go to ‘Salzars’ Pizza’. Got it?” The big man asked gun still in hand.
“Y-yes sir.”
“Then get the hell out!”
The words were for nothing though. Arnon was already halfway out the door, heart racing and mind blurred. What the flying fuck had he gotten himself into?

* * *

“Gee kid, ya’ sure ya’ don’t wanna stick around?” The longhaired woman asked, her mascara caked heavy around her eyes. She looked completely wasted.
“On the clock you know.” Arnon replied edging nervously back for the door.
She shrugged. “Hey, ya’ know ya’ can come back here when you’re done.” A long painted fingernail that was already starting to chip tried to catch on his shirt. He pulled back far to quickly for her liking. “Oh I get it, you’re one of them kinda’ boys.” She grinned and giggled before advancing further. “I betcha Anthony’d be glad to play with ya’ a bit.”
A boy about his age with short black hair and deep green eyes barely lifted his head at the sound of his name. He grinned a little crookedly at Arnon and nodded slightly, apparently agreeing with her.
“T-that’s okay.” Arnon tried to gently direct her away, but he also needed the package in her hands.
“Here baby, I’ll help ya’ out.”
He grit his teeth as those long nails reached suddenly up between his legs and pinned him in place. A strangled sound escaped him and his eyes widened as Anthony started to get up. “H-hey, I really gotta go, Buck’ll have my head if I’m not gone real soon.” He couldn’t keep the quiver out of his voice.
She looked disappointed but let him go. A slight turn of her head sent Anthony back to his chair and his half-smoked joint. “Alright fine, but I want a rain check.” She half smiled at him. “One I plan to collect of course.”
“Yeah, sure, whatever you say.” Arnon said back-stepping to the door, the third package finally in his hands. The unfortunate new ache in his groin didn’t want to leave however and he hated the way she eyed it. “Later.” He didn’t even bother to make sure the door was shut on his way out.
Out in the stairwell he stopped and leaned against the wall. God that had been terrifying, would they have raped him? ‘Probably’ his mind responded.
He shuddered hard, wishing to god that Tommy or even Dee was around. Then stumbled a few steps down the stairwell. He had fifteen minuets to make it to that skank of a pizzeria and the last thing he wanted to meet when he got there was another angry man with a gun.