Rhenna

Fourty-Five

                           I know a guy who sells narcotic drugs. My mum used to buy from him in the old days. She brought me along for most of the deals so I was familiar with his "spots". Unless he finally got busted then I knew exactly where he'd be selling right now.

It was a far walk from Jae's apartment to the rotting hell that I grew up in, but I didn't mind much. Besides, after that two hour drive with Jae I wanted-no needed to be as far away from him as possible.

Although, My feet were still a bit sketchy to walk on without support.

The pain beat using those damn crutches.

I think I left them at Mitch's house anyways.

Right along with half my sanity.

It sort of sucked that Denvis found me outside this morning. I could've just stayed there...and frozen.

After last night I was in need of some form of bliss. This was the easiest and fastest way to get it.

And hopefully I could get my mind off of Jae, and Conn, and the group, and my own damn life for a few hours.

I didn't have to worry about Jae freaking out either. I wasn't going back. Not today. Or tomorrow.

Eventually though.

I couldn't just dip. Not this time.

No matter how much I wanted too.

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The neighborhood was falling too shreds. Just as I remembered. Half the small shops mum and I used to visit were shut down. I could only count a handful still in business.

It felt like a ghost town.

Except there were people milling about their day.

I avoided any confrontation in fear that I'd recognize someone; or worse, someone would recognize me.

I kept my eyes down and walked quickly until I found the spot I came all the way out here for.

It was a small brick garage with a yellow buggie parked in the front lot. The doors were wide open, as usual, and a blast of spanish rap was emitting from inside.

I crept close to the doorway and peeked inside.

It was musty and dim making it impossible to see anything beyond the mid Noon's sunlight.

But I could hear the clatter of tools.

Someone had to be in.

I took my chance and called out, "Anyone home?!"

My voice was met by the sound of crashing metal, and a long string of spanish words. Probably curses.

A middle aged man with a shaven head and a snake tattoo on the side of his face stepped out of the shadows. He mumbled incoherently before he finally noticed my existence.

"What the hell you want?" His accent made his English sound broken.

"I'm looking-"

"Eh", he took several steps closer, "Speak louder. Music to loud".

"I'm looking for Peros!"

"He not here".

"What about his brother? Tenabin".