My Clients Daughter

The Backstory

"Mom you can't do this I have no where else to go!"

"I will not let my son resort to drug dealing, I can't even call you my son!"

"What else am I supposed to do? No one else wants me working for them I have applications in everywhere and not receiving calls back! This is the only income I'm getting!"

"I will not say this again Ryan, GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!"

I am Ryan Bennett, a 16 year old boy living off the streets of Michigan. I sell drugs for a living, it's not completely bad, it's a source of income. I've made a lot of money off of my clients, & some have actually became good friends of mine. My best and usual client is a 40 year old man, he lives in the next town over, and never fails to call at the most coincidental times.

*Phone Rings*

"Hey, it's Ryan"

"Hey man! What's up?"

"Oh just walking until I find a place to sleep"

"What happened?"

"My mom refuses to let her 'son' drug deal so she kicked me out"

"I have a proposition, you come stay here rent can be some of the those delicate squares, and I'll pay only half for them."

"You serious man? I don't want to be a burden."

"You won't be a burden. Where are you at? I'll come get you."

"By the big park"

*Click*

I see his red car pull up, and I get up with my duffle bag and walk to the passenger side. I open the door throw my stuff in the back and slide into the front.

"Thanks a lot man, you don't have to do this."

"I know but your my dealer and friend. Don't want to lose that."

"Thanks again."

I see his house come into view as we drive through the trailer park. As we pull up, his step son comes up and shakes my hand.

"What's up man?"

"Just coming over for a bit. You?"

"Playing some basketball. Wanna join?"

"Nah, I'll watch"

"Suit yourself"

I sit down on the bench and watch them play as Donald, my client, picks up his phone. I can't hear what he says but he seems excited. As soon as he hangs up he gets everyone together.

"Adreus is coming down to visit, she will be here in about 30 minutes!"

"Who is Adreus?" I question

"My daughter"

I decide to join the boys in basketball, we all here really loud music, not rap, but not scream, and turn to see a girl in a yellow Monte Carlo pulling towards us. We leave the court as she pulls into her spot, when she steps out I am stunned.