The Crisis Hotline

JJ nervously walked over to the pay phone style receiver hanging on the wall beside the captains desk. The girl figured that following the rules and being respectful would get them out of this mess. She turned and looked at the Captain and smiled. Instead of smiling back though, the Captain gritted his teeth, four of which were missing, and spit into a cup. JJ shivered and dial the number to her dads Detroit office.

"Hello JJ! How’s my favorite daughter?" Answered her father Jared Crowns, owner of Criwns Resorts. "Hahah. Hi daddy how are you?" She asked the man she had to ask to bail her out. "Im good sweetie. But this isnt the day you scheduled to call. What’s up sweetpop?" JJ gulped and sighed. She didn’t want her father to think any less of her. But she looked back at her friend who was arguing with the guard yet again and straightened up.

"DADDYFIRSTOFFISMOKENOWIKNOWYOUREGOINGTOBEDISAPPOINTEDBUTTHATSNOTIMPORTANTRIGHTNOWBUT WHAT IS IMPORTANT IS THE FACT THAT ME AND….”

JJ takes another deep breath.

“MYCLOSEFRIENDWERESMOKINGANDWEGOTCAUGHTANDWEGOTINTISOMETROUBLELONGSTORYSHITTWENEEDBAILMONEY." She said all in one breath. She immediately closed her eyes and prepared herself for a long diatribe from her father about obeying the law.

He surprised her with his response of "Ok." She raised an eyebrow and asked if her dad was okay. "Of course. Im fine baby girl. You know what you did was wrong but you owned up to it and accepted the punishment. So I'm proud of you."

She smiled and jumped with joy. "Yay. Im so exci- wait you didnt punish me." Her father chuckled in the other end of the phone. "Actually your platinum card has been canceled. Gotta go. Busy busy busy. Peaches is coming down to get you and your friend out. Adios" And with that her father hung up, so the girl ran back over to her mouthy friend.

Camila just couldn’t hold back any longer. She lunged for the Trailer Trash in front of her but was stopped quickly by JJ. “Camila, chill out.”

“This bitch needs to take the path to salvation.” I lunge forward, but JJ stops me.


In the back of the SUV, JJ and I go spliff for spliff, non stop hot box. Our driver, Fabion, the gay Barbie doll from East London drove like a mad man while listening to the radio on full blast. The once innocent but recently turned wild child JJ performs smoke tricks and French inhales nonstop as I sit back with my feet resting across the third row of seating.

I felt different. Calmer. Almost more mature but we all know I could never be that. Normally I drove or we took a plane. For some reason I bought us a driver and a bad ass ride to drive across the nation with my protégé Jaylen Jewelz. I had been training her for months while getting myself back into alpha female status as well. Apparently I had rubbed off on her and something wicked had rubbed on to me.

“When did you start smoking cigarettes Camila?” JJ asks with a stern look on her face. I glare at her with confusion for a few moments before it all came together and the recollection of a time previous shot into my mind.

“You’re silly Jaylen. You know that’s not my cigarettes.” I hit the blunt and blow a playful kiss in her direction. “So who do they belong to Camila?” Her skepticism rose as we racked up the mileage.

“Why is that important?”

“It’s not, but what’s his name?” JJ asks while accepting the spliff. “Tell me. Is he cute? I want to know. You and I.. you know… we don’t really… when it comes to guys…” She fumbled over her words. That cute innocence was creeping out from beneath that tough exterior. “You know, like… boys… guys…” She hits the spliff and exhales another monsterous cloud. I watch her facial expression turn into an emoji and the higher she got, the better she explained herself. Marijuana…. The anxiety killer. “You know, like… fucking ballers flock to us and we know how to handle the situation, but like we don’t typically just allow guys to give us attention unless it’s worth it, so yeah bitch. WHO… THE FUCK.. IS.. HE?!”

I knew she would never believe me if I told her the truth, so I ash the spliff in the ashtray close by and I look deep into her eyes with straightest of faces and say, “He’s the only man to ever lead me to Salvation.”

JJ’s response is just as expected. She had no clue who or what I was referencing and I think my cackle made her even more uneasy. “The way he touched me….” The thought of him sent my hormones into an uncontrollable frenzy. Like a fourteen year old girl dealing with her parents divorce and breaking up with the guy she lost her virginity too, my emotions were at their peak.

I bottled them up into a single void and released them in my personality traits. I felt more powerful after feeling his touch. I needed to be connected to him. I thought about when I would see him next and that was when I saw him.

“Stop the car!” I shout while looking out the window. The tires squeal and JJ flies over the seat and into the dashboard with her legs in the air exposing her underwear. I couldn’t control my laughter.

“OH…HAHAHAHAHAAHAH. HAHH.. HAHA… MY GOD…. YOU… HAHAHA… YOU….” I cringe in my seat. “You look so fucking goofy.”

JJ looks at the driver, “Hey Fabion… honestly, is the burberry thong clashing with this Loius Vuitton skirt?” Her facial expression was as serious as a heart attack and my stomach was hurting so bad from the laughing fits.

JJ returns to her seat and Fabion goes back to driving. “So who is he?” JJ asks again. I roll my eyes and smirk before responding. “I told you Jaylen, he’s the only man to ever take me down the path of Salvation.”

“What does that even mean?” JJ asks, mildly annoyed.