The familiar rush of the drug
spread up her arm, filling her entire body with an unnatural feeling of warmth.
She hated doing it, but her pouch was nearly empty save for a few dollar bills
and a copy of the Qur’an, She knew she had too or she’d starve out in the
street like any regular orphan.
“I have to do this. I can’t allow myself to starve. To rot in this god forsaken town,” with some sense of reassurance she quietly slipped into the liqueur store. The drug circulated through her veins, she felt almost relaxed, effortlessly blending with the Hispanics in the store.
“I have to do this. I can’t allow myself to starve. To rot in this god forsaken town,” with some sense of reassurance she quietly slipped into the liqueur store. The drug circulated through her veins, she felt almost relaxed, effortlessly blending with the Hispanics in the store.
Her brown complexion radiated
against her white “I <3 NY t-shirt,” casually strolling through the midsized
store she gave the impression of a teen looking for her parents, but this was
only a convenient
Disguise she’d learn to
perfect. Indeed, she soon found what she was looking for, the lone security
camera that stood alone in the middle of an aisle.
Carefully she fished out a laser pointer from her pocket, the guy who sold it to her said it could disable security cameras, but all she could do was hope he hadn’t cheated her.
“Aren’t you a little too young to be in a liqueur store?”
She had to use all her energy to control herself as she turned around and slipped the laser pointer back into her pocket, to find a fat white man standing in front of her,
“I-I’m looking for my p-parent’s” she managed to converge, “Oh really, At a liqueur store?”
Carefully she fished out a laser pointer from her pocket, the guy who sold it to her said it could disable security cameras, but all she could do was hope he hadn’t cheated her.
“Aren’t you a little too young to be in a liqueur store?”
She had to use all her energy to control herself as she turned around and slipped the laser pointer back into her pocket, to find a fat white man standing in front of her,
“I-I’m looking for my p-parent’s” she managed to converge, “Oh really, At a liqueur store?”
Damn. She hadn’t thought of how
stupid that sounded, “You got five seconds to find them or get out little
lady,” It was no good to argue. She walked out the store with a growling
stomach. No robbery. No money. But worst of all: no food.
The midnight rain was picking up; the alleyway
next to the liqueur store did little to help shelter her from the warm droplets
falling from the heavens. She didn’t want to get sick; cough medicine was 12
dollars a bottle, let alone a hospital being 12 grand a day, but she had little
choice but to wait under a small roof in the alley until the storm eased up.
Minutes passed with no relief,
and worse, the speed she had token was finally starting to wear off. As her
mind became her own she could only blame herself over and over again. “If I
hadn’t fucked up, I’d have a hot meal and a warm bed tonight, but no, princess
was looking for her—“
A loud bang rang out through the alleyway, a shadowy figure stood behind a toppled trash can, he walked tensely towards the girl, it was the same man whom kicked her out the liqueur store only minutes before.
A loud bang rang out through the alleyway, a shadowy figure stood behind a toppled trash can, he walked tensely towards the girl, it was the same man whom kicked her out the liqueur store only minutes before.
She seemed to take notice, and
took that he was only taking out the trash, but when he kept walking towards
her she knew something was up, would he call the police? Send her to a prison/
orphanage? “I left the store already, what do you want?”
He was only a few feet away by this time, he said nothing only kept walking, figuring he was going to take her in the store she thought of a quick lie, “My parents just called, they’re on their way,” He seemed to flinch at this for a moment, but kept walking towards her, “Hey! Didn’t you hea—“
For a moment she was engulfed in complete shock, her pouch fell from her hand as two powerful hands latched onto her and threw her against the gravel of the dark alley, the next moment the big man was on top of her, she felt a sudden weakness overcome her. She felt like she was suffocating under his weight, not being able to move. The big man moved over to her T-shirt and in one steady motion ripped it off of her, “you Puerto Rican whore, you want some beer huh? How about some tequila, I’ll give you some tequila alright;”
He sounded like a wild animal, already her stomach was soaked in warm rain, while the man’s furry hands ran up and down her body, thoughts zapped through her head, “what the hell is he doing, is he going to- no, he can’t,” but he was it seemed like, her bra had been thrown to sum slummy corner and her breasts were now in full view. Her small nipples pocked out in the chill of the wind. It was like she was living a nightmare, as the fat man aimed his eyes on her jeans.
He was only a few feet away by this time, he said nothing only kept walking, figuring he was going to take her in the store she thought of a quick lie, “My parents just called, they’re on their way,” He seemed to flinch at this for a moment, but kept walking towards her, “Hey! Didn’t you hea—“
For a moment she was engulfed in complete shock, her pouch fell from her hand as two powerful hands latched onto her and threw her against the gravel of the dark alley, the next moment the big man was on top of her, she felt a sudden weakness overcome her. She felt like she was suffocating under his weight, not being able to move. The big man moved over to her T-shirt and in one steady motion ripped it off of her, “you Puerto Rican whore, you want some beer huh? How about some tequila, I’ll give you some tequila alright;”
He sounded like a wild animal, already her stomach was soaked in warm rain, while the man’s furry hands ran up and down her body, thoughts zapped through her head, “what the hell is he doing, is he going to- no, he can’t,” but he was it seemed like, her bra had been thrown to sum slummy corner and her breasts were now in full view. Her small nipples pocked out in the chill of the wind. It was like she was living a nightmare, as the fat man aimed his eyes on her jeans.
I have to do something, I’m not
losing my virginity to this creep; the man’s fat fingers were already working
on her zipper. “I have to get to the road” she thought as her only hope for
safety. Seemingly her body went into auto pilot; throwing one grand kick to the
fat man’s jaw was enough to give her the chance to make a break for it.
Amazingly she managed to get onto her feet, her jeans now at her ankles
exposing her luscious brown thighs covered in damp blue panties (from the rain
of course). Her first instinct was to run, but she was smart enough to realize
she couldn’t run anywhere with her jeans so low. The man had recovered and was
on his feet, “come here you little whore, look how wet you are,” the eagerness
in his voice was enough to make her run. She managed barely 2 steps before
falling back onto the ground, now her hands were covered in blood, and she had
no more cards to play, she could already imagine the intense pain, and the fat
mans smell.
Then she caught the glimmer of
metal in the gloom, it was her pocket knife. She didn’t even have to think as
her hands propelled her body slowly towards the metallic object; it was already
unfolded as she had left it when she was going to rob the store. What happened
in the next 3 seconds, was a blur: Her panties were ripped off to reveal the
small bush of virgin hair, the man’s voice was next to alien, as he revealed
his white penis, it looked large from the ground, jumping onto her, as she held
the blade up to her chest and closed her eyes…
The rain started to let up, she
felt warm liquid flowing freely onto her chest, she opened her eyes to a
monstrous sight. The man lay on her eyes open, a blade piercing completely
through his throat; the emerging moonlight reflected a vividly dark puddle of
blood covering her breasts. The dying man made one last desperate wheeze and
then silence fell, tears rolled down her cheeks until sirens broke the
stillness of the night.
~~~
It was one of the most horrifying sights Officer Raúl had set eyes on, when he pulled up the heavy man’s corpse he expected a dead body underneath, but instead he looked down on a scene that seemed to come out of a movie, her medium sized breasts were dark read, her face resembled that of a ghost, her eyes were indescribably empty. She was completely naked, but his superior didn’t seem to care; in fact he insisted he drive her to the station as to give forensics a chance to investigate the blood bath.
It was one of the most horrifying sights Officer Raúl had set eyes on, when he pulled up the heavy man’s corpse he expected a dead body underneath, but instead he looked down on a scene that seemed to come out of a movie, her medium sized breasts were dark read, her face resembled that of a ghost, her eyes were indescribably empty. She was completely naked, but his superior didn’t seem to care; in fact he insisted he drive her to the station as to give forensics a chance to investigate the blood bath.
Raúl found himself asking what
was there to investigate. Ripped clothes, a young, nude girl, obviously the
girl had manage to rid the world another sick bastard.
The patrol car’s engine roared
through the mostly empty road. It’s tiring to deal with all the traffic Miami
loves to throw at a driver, so Raúl hits the country roads at every
opportunity, but it was different this time, he was trying his hardest to focus
on the moonlit sky, swarmed by dark rain clouds, instead of the ghost of a
formal girl seating in the back seat; but he couldn’t help himself from
glancing at the review mirror every so often. She only had a small towel covering
her body, but what caught his attention were her eyes. The gloom of the
moonlight hit them in an unnatural sort of way reflecting a bright empty green.
“Hey?”
She didn’t even look up, caught in her delusion, or wherever her mind had put her in, Raúl kept driving.
“Hey?”
She didn’t even look up, caught in her delusion, or wherever her mind had put her in, Raúl kept driving.
A few miles down the road, they
were only 3 miles from the station. He looked over to the seat and remembered
the chocolate bar he’d boughten before work. A smirk appeared on his lips,
always in need in some chocolate he opened it. The sweet aura of chocolate
quickly filled the car, almost like a switch Her eyes shot up, focused on the
candy bar he was about to take a bite of, “what great luck,” Raúl thought,
“you want some?”
“you want some?”
She gave a quick nod, Raul
didn’t hesitate to break off a large chunk which she snatched from his hand and
ate as quickly as he had given it to her.
While she chewed, Raúl took the opportunity to ease up the tension, “What’s your name kid?”
“My name?”
Her voice cracked in a gentle way, it made Raúl’s back tense, “Yeah?”
“My name is Abir,”
A gush of humid warm air rushed into the car, Raúl swerved the car, He only caught a glimpse of Abir’s body barely missing the pavement while he stomped on the break.
While she chewed, Raúl took the opportunity to ease up the tension, “What’s your name kid?”
“My name?”
Her voice cracked in a gentle way, it made Raúl’s back tense, “Yeah?”
“My name is Abir,”
A gush of humid warm air rushed into the car, Raúl swerved the car, He only caught a glimpse of Abir’s body barely missing the pavement while he stomped on the break.
She struggled to get onto her
feat, unable to move her right arm, but the desire for freedom fueled her,
unstoppable like lead gushing out of a gun’s barrel, she bolted onto her feat
and used all of her strength to run and run through the dark and humidity. Her
feat sunk into the mud at every step, running into branches of the woods, she
kept going in no particular direction until it was hard for her to breathe. She
looked back; the woods had swallowed her up. In front of her all that was
visible were a few apartments and a man with pepper black hair smoking a
cigarette. She stared at him for a long while, she realized she was still
naked, and she hadn’t an idea of what to do. But she had to find somewhere or
someone she could trust. There was no one; it was only a game of survival at
this point.
Abir started walking foreword, staring at this
man’s gray eyes nearing her at every footstep.
~~~~~
Edgar leaned coyly against the brick wall of his apartment, enjoying the view of the moon against the dark clouds of the night. He took a long drag from his cigarette, trying to calm his nerves. Whenever they come to his house to make a delivery, but they always convince him. Any minute now the roar of a pickup truck’s engine would pass by and he’d walk right on over, hand the money, and receive the dope. Still he was fucking nervous, each puff from his cigarette just seemed to intensify the situation.
Edgar leaned coyly against the brick wall of his apartment, enjoying the view of the moon against the dark clouds of the night. He took a long drag from his cigarette, trying to calm his nerves. Whenever they come to his house to make a delivery, but they always convince him. Any minute now the roar of a pickup truck’s engine would pass by and he’d walk right on over, hand the money, and receive the dope. Still he was fucking nervous, each puff from his cigarette just seemed to intensify the situation.
As if
someone new how nervous he was he hears a stick crack, it nearly scared the
shit out of his mind. He turns over in
the direction of the noise and see’s the weirdest thing he’s ever seen in his
whole life. A girl, covered in nothing but red paint, walking out of the woods
the whole time staring at him with bright green eyes.
It took a minute for his mouth to work, she was only yards away by the time he manage to spit out,
“Oh my god, are you okay?”
It took a minute for his mouth to work, she was only yards away by the time he manage to spit out,
“Oh my god, are you okay?”
But the girl said not a word;
she only reached up to put her hand on his shoulder. A long minute passed,
Edgar had dropped his cigarette at the mere sight of her, he was stumbling to
pull out his phone, when a weak voice stopped him, “I need you to trust me.”
Her eyes were empty and cold at these words, but Edgar always had this crazy
fantasy of helping someone, of actually making a difference…. He felt he wanted
to trust her, to help her.
He felt himself nod. A loud truck horn interrupted the moment, “Oh shit,” It was the package, “umm, my apartment is just up there, room 53, you can’t miss it, the key is in the crack at the bottom of the wall beside the door, I’ll be up there in a minute.” He ran out towards the truck, they were about to pull off, but stopped midway when they saw Edgar. He threw them a wallet full of bills through the car’s window, and they handed him a black bag with at least 3 grams of tar. No sirens, no screams, the truck was already gone. Everything had gone smooth. He sighed with relief before jogging his way back to his apartment, the door was wide open and the girl lay motionless on the couch. The room smelled of animal. The girl was asleep or dead… Either way Edgar’s nerves were on fire.
He felt himself nod. A loud truck horn interrupted the moment, “Oh shit,” It was the package, “umm, my apartment is just up there, room 53, you can’t miss it, the key is in the crack at the bottom of the wall beside the door, I’ll be up there in a minute.” He ran out towards the truck, they were about to pull off, but stopped midway when they saw Edgar. He threw them a wallet full of bills through the car’s window, and they handed him a black bag with at least 3 grams of tar. No sirens, no screams, the truck was already gone. Everything had gone smooth. He sighed with relief before jogging his way back to his apartment, the door was wide open and the girl lay motionless on the couch. The room smelled of animal. The girl was asleep or dead… Either way Edgar’s nerves were on fire.
An hour passed, He’d made dark coffee and sprayed cheap air freshener. The girl hadn’t awoken yet, so he decided to calm his nerves, on a plain wooden table sat a syringe and a clean needle and the black bag.
He pulled back on the plunger and let the blood mix in with the black tar inside the reservoir. He took a breath and pushed down. The warm feeling of euphoria filled him completely and intensely, the chemical made itself around his entire body, no pain, nor worry, only warmth and safety.
He hadn’t realized the girl had awoken at the sound of him noisily feeling the syringe with the drug. She stared at him now with a blank look. Still naked and covered in blood, she grabbed the blanket Edgar had given her when he came in an hour ago, and walked over to him while he was experiencing his high, “feels good?” Edgar looked over at her enjoying the last minute of his high with an odd look of relaxation, “uh huh,”
“Can I try some?”
Edgar motioned his head over to the black bag filled with tar, she seemingly grabbed the syringe from the floor, wiping it with an alcohol wipe, and prepared it with the tar.
Edgar was just coming off the high when he realized what she was doing; it was too late to make any movement. She’d already pushed down on the plunger.
Abir felt herself in another world, completely black at first then, warm, with a rushing light. She felt like she’d seen the face of god and had held his hand, The feeling of warmth was still their when she finally felt herself return to the apartment’s kitchen. “My name is Abir” she said in a relaxed voice. Edgar looked at her in terror, what had he done?
Her body quivered for a moment, and veins popped, you could see the black substance moving down her vein. He’d already grabbed the blankets off his bed and thrown them over at her; they draped over her thin body. That seemed to calm her, her eyes rolled back and she closed them, asleep not dead. Hopefully. Edgar had seen overdoses before, they were much more violent, and this wasn’t one of them. The drug was almost out of him… he laid down beside the naked girl whose name is apparently Abir, and shut his eyes. The last image he remembered was that of the spilled coffee.
~~~~~~
The smell of oil and meat
filled the room, Edgar looked up to a girl with a frying pan in one hand a
knife in the other, Strange she was wearing the most queerest outfit, a big
brown t-shirt and 3 sizes too big jeans… wait they were his jeans. She turned
around, she was so skinny, a voice not too used to talking arose,
“All I could find to cook was sliced turkey, I hope you don’t mind me wearing your clothes”
“uhh, not at all, what is this?”
“I think its called breakfast.”
She smiled to that, but Edgar knew a fake smile when he saw one,
“I don’t even know who you are, and you’re in here cooking my turkey, what the hell do you think this is?”
She put down the pan, and slipped the knife into one of the jean pockets and walked towards him. The hairs on Edgar’s neck quivered at the sudden turn in the room,
“I have something to ask you,”
Their faces were separated only by a few inches, Edgar felt her eyes locked on his,
“Can I stay here for a little while”
“All I could find to cook was sliced turkey, I hope you don’t mind me wearing your clothes”
“uhh, not at all, what is this?”
“I think its called breakfast.”
She smiled to that, but Edgar knew a fake smile when he saw one,
“I don’t even know who you are, and you’re in here cooking my turkey, what the hell do you think this is?”
She put down the pan, and slipped the knife into one of the jean pockets and walked towards him. The hairs on Edgar’s neck quivered at the sudden turn in the room,
“I have something to ask you,”
Their faces were separated only by a few inches, Edgar felt her eyes locked on his,
“Can I stay here for a little while”
Their faces were only inches
apart, eye to eye Edgar looked down. He thought about it for a moment, the
answer was clear.
“No.”
The only sound in the room was that of sizzling turkey, they stayed like that for at least a minute until the sweet smell of fresh meat was replaced with that of overcooked, blackened, and burned turkey. Her green eyes closed, for a second it look like she was about to cry, but she opened them right up, and her face was as neutral and emotionless as ever. Not a word was spoken she turned around and he saw her leave in saggy jeans and large t shirt.
“No.”
The only sound in the room was that of sizzling turkey, they stayed like that for at least a minute until the sweet smell of fresh meat was replaced with that of overcooked, blackened, and burned turkey. Her green eyes closed, for a second it look like she was about to cry, but she opened them right up, and her face was as neutral and emotionless as ever. Not a word was spoken she turned around and he saw her leave in saggy jeans and large t shirt.
End part 1
Ch. 1 Alone
The white shoes she had borrowed
from the drug addict were stained red from the wet soil she had walked in. The
woods were completely empty and quite save for the occasional dripping of water
from the branches and leaves high up above. It had been almost 2 hours of
walking, and she could tell she was nearing a river from the loud gushing of
water enfused by the recent rain.