/Guilty Conscience/

/Chapter 6/

"Hey Kenny," Denise said, as Kenny opened the hallway door to let her and Kim in. She stood on her tip toes to give him a quick kiss on the lips, and then walked further into the apartment, throwing her purse down on the couch as she walked into the room and sat herself down. Kennys eyes followed her, and then he looked back at the open door, to Kim standing in the doorway, smiling at him.

"Hi Kenny!" Kim grinned as he nodded as a greeting and she walked into his apartment, and he closed the door behind her, locking it. Kim walked towards the couch also, but sat opposite Denise in a lumpy armchair, pushing a few strands of hair back behind her ears as she crossed her legs.

"How was DeShauns?" Kenny asked, sitting down next to Denise, and putting his arm around the back of the couch, his hand on her shoulder.

"It was okay," Denise shrugged. Kim nodded in agreement.

"Were they smoking?" Kenny questioned, suspicious as to whether Murry had been handing out free weed. He watched Kim shrug and then looked at Denise as she shook her head.

"Well, Murry and Marshall were smoking," Kim said, quickly. "But no one else there did. They went somewhere to smoke, I dont know."

"Yeah, Murry came by this morning, she told me. I guess Rye was at the park last night, thats where her and Marshall must have been smoking or something, and Markus pulled a knife out. Stupid shits, shes gotta be more careful before she ends up in a dumpster someday." Kenny growled miserably.

Kim cringed and shook her head. She loved Murry, she didnt wanna imagine her in a dumpster somewhere. "She'll be okay," She said, more trying to assure herself than Kenny.

"I dont think so, shes handling the deal Thursday, alone, HER WAY." He shook his head and Kim thought for a minute he was going to laugh. "She doesnt know what the fuck shes doing."

"So help her out," Denise said, shrugging, looking at her boyfriend like he was being an asshole. "Your gonna let her get it, when you know you can help her?" Denise was always fond of Murry, Kim thought.

"She dont want my help!" Kenny said defensively. Denise rolled her eyes, and Kim reached into her pocket, pulling out her pack of ciggarettes.

"Anyone got a match?" She asked, looking at the two on the couch.

"Kitchen counter," Kenny said, absent mindedly. Kim sighed and got up, walking into the kitchen and lighting her ciggarette. Back in the livingroom she could hear Kenny continuing his plead to Denise. "She came over today, got all pissed off kuz I told her she was doing it wrong. Shes being fuckin stupid, so I said listen, if she wants to fuck around, she will learn the hard way, and-"

"LEARN THE HARD WAY?!" Kim cringed walking back into the livingroom. Denise was pissed. She wrenched herself away from Kenny and stood up. "Your so STUPID! Shes our FRIEND, and your just like 'OH LETS LET HER GET HERSELF IN TROUBLE!'," Kim smiled at the deep voice imitation of Kenny Denise had put on. "Shes either gonna get arrested, or killed, and you know what? Ill blame YOU." Denise said, walking over to Kennys bedroom, and slamming the door behind her.

Kenny looked about to get up, to go after her, when he heard her yell, "IF THERE WAS A LOCK I WOULD LOCK THIS DOOR, DONT FUCKING COME IN HERE ASSHOLE!" He settled back down when he heard that, and looked ahead at Kim.

"What up, Kim?" He asked, watching Kim blow smoke into the air boredly.

"Nothing. You goin to Denauns tonight?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No, why?" He asked, why would she even ask? He never hung out with their little, 'crowd'.

"I dont know, Denise might go. Theyre all gonna be drinking." Kim said, matter of factly.

"Yeah? Good for them." He shrugged.

"MAYBE ILL FUCK DESHAUN!" Denise called from the bedroom.

Kenny rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath, "Fuckin physco..."

Kim grinned. She loved Denise, and she loved Kenny, but she loved them both more than usual when they fought. "Yeah, Murry coming over here later? Or is she goin to Denauns?"

"She didnt mention anything, I dont think shes coming here later, shes kind of pissed off at me right now." He sighed. Today just was not his day...

"She will probably be at Denauns later, she always shows up somewhere." Kim said, matter of factly.

"Yeah." Kenny was getting sick of Murry in the conversation. "So how are you and Marshall?"

"We're okay," Kim smiled. There had been so many times that Marshall and her had a fight, and she talked to Kenny about it. He always helped her out, and kept his mouth shut. She couldnt talk to Murry about it, Murry hated hearing about her and Marshalls relationship, and when they fought it bothered her, Kim didnt understand. Denise was okay to talk to sometimes, but she had a big mouth. She could always vent to Kenny.

"Really?" He nodded. "Thats a surprise."

"Why?" Kim raised an eyebrow.

"I dont know, you guys just fight so much, I didnt know if like, it was going any better than the last time." He shrugged. "Him and Murry are pretty tight huh?"

"Yeah..." Kim said slowly. What was he getting at? "Why?"

"I dont know. Nevermind." He shrugged. "I guess its nothing."

"Uh... Okay. What?" Kim asked. Now she was curious.

"Well, it just seems like Murry likes him. Yanno? Like, hes her favorite in the group, Shes told me. Him and Joey are her favorite, but mostly him because he doesnt give her shit." He said, watching Kims reaction. "And they spend alot of time together, I just, I dont know. Always thought Murry liked him. And you know how she is," He smirked.

Kims eyes narrowed. Come to think of it, Murry never wanted to hear about her and Marshall, it made her uncomfortable or something, maybe she did like Marshall. After all, they had gone out a long time ago. And, Marshall was always quick to ask about Murry, especially this morning. And they were gone for a while last night, sure they were smoking, they addmited to that, but, what if they did more than smoke? Who knows for sure? Part of her wanted to trust them, the other part wanted to beat them.

Kim stood up, her thoughts suddenly making her really mad. She couldnt be sitting down when she was this pissed off. "I, uh, I have to, uh, go." She stuttered, shaking her head and walking quickly towards Kennys front door.

"Wha-" Kenny stood up and turned to watch her slam the door shut, and frowned, walking over to the bedroom door and knocking lightly. "Hunny, you gonna come out?"

"ROT IN HELL KENNY!" Denise screamed through the door.

"FINE! BITCH!" He yelled, exasperatedly, and went to sit back down on the couch.

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Murry shut the front door to her house quietly, and tossed her keys and DeShauns hat down on the table, next to a stack of papers, and a couple of dirty dishes. It felt good to be home. She wanted to take a nap, sleep for a couple hours before she headed out to call the boys, see what was up tonight. They partied like every night, if they didnt smoke, they drank, or rapped, or just chilled. It didnt matter. DeShaun was working until like 8, so she would go down to Gilberts about 7:45 and wait for him to get off work, and just hang out with him after that. But it was only 1:30 right now, she had a few hours.

She couldnt believe Kenny, she thought, passing the livingroom, where her dad glanced from the tv, as she ascended the rickety wooden stairs in front of her, and slowly walking down the hallway. She glanced into her parents room, briefly wondering where her mother was. Probably shopping for food, Murry thought, biting her bottom lip as she pushed open the bathroom door, and stepped inside.

Her house wasnt the cleanest house on the planet, or the nicest, but she couldnt really complain. A few towels hung on a towel rack against the wall beside the sink, a bathtub in the corner, a toilet next to that. She pulled her shirt over her head so she was just in a bra as she reached for the shower, and set the water temperature. She walked over to the sink and the mirror, and stood there, staring at herself for a few minutes, just thinking.

Kenny really shouldnt have been fucking around with her like that. The deal thursday will fix it all! She didnt know what his problem was, but it was his loss anyways. She paid him his money, she owes him nothing, and thats how its going to stay. She didnt NEED him to make deals, she had her own ways to do this, and they were damn good. She could find people to buy, and she would make alot more money without having to split it with him. He wasnt the only one who knew what he was doing.

Glancing up at the now foggy mirror in front of her, she turned around and stripped the rest of her clothes off her body, stepping into the shower and closing the curtain. The water was hot, almost too hot, and she looked at the ceiling and closed her eyes, getting used to the water. It felt good.

She washed her hair and her face first, before grabbing the bar of soap and laving it up in her palms. Spreading it over her body she sighed, rubbing her flesh clean. She felt so dirty, spending all that time at the park and then smoking, like 5 times in the past 2 days. She must reek of weed. Granted it had been only about 24 hours since her last shower, she still felt gross. And she was mad about Kenny to boot. Pushing him out of her mind, she finished her shower and turned the water off, stepping onto the cold linoliuem floor, as she dripped a tiny puddle under her feet.

She reached for a towel, and wrapped it around herself, after roughly drying off her hair and her face first. She walked over to the mirror, and spread her hand across it, but slipped and grabbed at the sink and the mirror at the same time. The medicine cabinet behind the mirror opened and she grabbed the door, saving herself from falling on her ass. Smiling she stood up and shook her head. She was so clumsy.

What the fuck was- Murry reached over and grabbed the tiny orange bottle that was filled with pills. "What the-" She stopped as she stared at the label, and a grin spread across her face.

Vicadin, 500 MG Vicadin. She had to keep from squealing happily and she raced out of the bathroom, one hand clutching the pill bottle, the other her towel, and down the hall to her room, slamming the door behind her, leaving her clothes in a pile on the bathroom floor.