Your Never Trapped Forever
The clock on the wall made its way past ten as I snuck in the door, wet from the rain. Following the bend of the hallway with my hand, I felt the ridges of the plaster wall. At the end of the hall was the only part of me that made sense. Him. We were in love. He proved it all in the end. He gave me the look that comes every night after work. I emptied my pockets- the cash spilling wildly to the floor. A nod of approval meant that I could go to bed. It was a half and hour before his shadow came into the bedroom doorway, as I had been expecting it to. "So, it wasn't a very good night for you?" he said. "It was alright." I replied in a shaky voice. He had obviously noticed the six hundred dollars that Mr. X drove away with as I got out of his car. Before I could finish my thought, Jack asked me. My mind raced to form an answer. I knew that if Jack found out that I had failed to get the money for the drugs from Mr. X, there would be trouble. "I must have dropped it", I said. It was all I could think of. Jack was displeased. "I already told you once, if a customer refuses to pay up, you call me right away to have it taken care of." I hated violence; besides, if Jack had found the fled customer, Mr. X would have probably told him about . . .
I did so with such force that the chain rubbed on the already raw skin. This time it was not my own bodily fluid. Jack stared from the top of the rickety wooden stairs. "And if you can't do the job right, you will be out. I strained to lift my head and peer at my surroundings. It was then that I realized that I would not move from the center of the room. I knew it even before I could focus my eyes. " I feared being "out" because he knew everything about me; everything was in his name, or a false name. the money I had borrowed from him to support my own drug habit.
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