Love and Paper

Chapter 22

Behold it was a couple's therapy, my father was signing up for it, he left it halfway and I guessed he was contemplating if he should sign up or not.

Putting the computer on sleep mode. I took the A4 papers I found and went to my room.

What if couple's therapy didn't work out? Most times it never does...

Rubbing my eyes I flopped down on the bed before heaving a loud sigh.

I definitely needed the one thing that could help take my mind off all this. Fishing out my keys I opened the drawer located at my study desk and took out all my books, I opened the inner compartment of the drawer and it was empty.

Empty?

"Fuck!" I screamed my body tensing and shaking

I threw all my books to the floor searching high and low for it.

"No, no," I cried to myself

Looking for my phone through the mess I gave Jack a call.

"Hello Jack, It's me Riona, I need the stuff now,"

"I'm can't come to Tribeca right now, you have to come to Harlem to get it and it's gonna cost you hundred bucks,"

"What?" I breathed "It used to be fifty!"

"High demand, Do you want it or not?"

"Okay, I'm coming,"

"Meet me at Lexington Avenue," He said before hanging up

I checked around my scattered room for my purse and held it up triumphantly. I pulled out a hundred dollar bill and some money for a taxi.

I hurried downstairs locking the front door before placing the key under the flower pot.

There was a lot of traffic by the time I got to Harlem it was six pm at the darkness had blanketed over New York.

I got out of the taxi and walked briskly, I pulled my hoodie over my head and made my way to the street. There was someone lurking in the dark and I inched closer to the road to avoid being pulled into an alley.

Everything about Harlem screamed dangerous and I was beyond terrified. I pulled out my phone discreetly and called Jack.

"Where are you?"

"On my way, stay put," He replied ending the call

A couple of minutes later his black hair came into view and I waved him over.

Jack was Spaniard and had been my dealer for a while, although he was Spaniard I didn't understand why he went by Jack, that was probably not his real name, he was using it for security reasons, my guess.

"Do you have my money?" He asked with a thick Spanish accent and I nodded

His phone rang and he answered it.

"Que?"

"Estoy hacienda negocios ahora mismo, te devolvere la llamada,"

"The money," He told me stretching his hand out and I gave him the money just as he handed me the weed.

"Thanks," I beamed at him and he nodded before walking away.

I shoved the weed into my hoodie pocket walking back down the street when someone grabbed my arm and I turned around startled.

"Let go of me!" I yelled at the man

"Give me money and I'll leave you," he growled, his arms were frail but they were firm against me and he had a dirty old blanket over him.  

My heart was racing I had to do something fast. I gulped and dipped my hand into my hoodie and he started to loosen his grip on me. I swiftly elbowed him with the arm he was holding and kicked him in the shin before taking off.

I ran hoping he wouldn't catch up to me and bumped into someone hard. I fell onto the floor my supply of weed followed suit scattered in different directions and my hoodie came off exposing my face. I took in sharp hard breaths. 

"Ri?" He called out and my eyes widened

I looked up slowly and came face to face with Lee

"What are you doing?" He crouched down in front of me

"I-I" I gulped my face feeling very hot

He picked up one of the packets and stared at it before looking at me again

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