Bad Boy Good Heart

Chapter 20

Conner's POV
Without warning. She hangs up the phone.

"Fuckkkk!"I scream into the ether, letting it all out. "Fuck!..." Why does Doug have to be so difficult! He's ruining my relationship and subsequently breaking Alice down in the process when now is not the damn time. Angrily, I wipe the tears from my eyes. He sent me 3 messages. The first asking me if I got the job done. The second telling me that I had 1 more day to sell them and get him his money. And the last telling me that he will kill whatever distraction is preventing me from getting him his money. I can't put Alice in that kind of danger....I had to do what I had to do.

All these messages were sent the day before yesterday... So I'm technically a day late. That's no good. But I can't sell them all today either...not unless I get some miracle super drug addict.

I can't believe this shit. But here I am. Unable to protect the woman that i love, having to leave her defenseless and broken after a traumatic experience because of my shitty past that's catching up to me. Great timing. I just know she'll never forgive me for it either, it's hard to explain and it makes it seem like I don't give a damn about her.

Hot tears stream down my face. My head in my hands as I lean against the bed side.

"Stupid! Stupid! STUPID!" I smack my hands against my face. "I had her! She was mine."

I need to calm down.

I need to get rid of these drugs. I need to rid Doug from my life. I need to get a real job. I need to get Alice back. Wiping the tears from my face, I grab the suitcase and lean it against my leg.  Grabbing my phone, I text everyone in my contacts that I know does drugs,  and that's a lot of contacts. Almost immediately, my phone starts to pinging with messages. Back in business, time to handle this shit for once and for all and be done.

After dressing and leaving the house, I can't help but to stop and stare at Alice's house. I know she's in there. Heart broken and in pain. My heart lurches as I yearn for her.

Shaking my head, cleaning my thoughts, I have business to handle. Tossing the suitcase in the trunk, I make my way to the less funded parts of town. The parts of town that the government keeps systematically from winning. Otherwise known as the parts where people want an escape from their reality.

....
"Thanks bro." A random guy that I've never met daps me up, his hand jittering in the process. Clearly doesn't need any more drugs...ever. Now i'm having a morality crisis... am i ruining people's lives by giving them drugs they don't need? However, I'm not the one with the addiction. That thought clears my guilty conscious.

"Yea anytime." I say nodding. "Have a good one, aiight. You be careful."

I've sold a lot, but a lot is only half of the total amount. Time edges on slowly, but the night is approaching. Night is good, it's when selling speeds pick up triple.

Making my way around the neighborhood, I stop near a few people who are gathered near a street corner near a dark alley. Parking and approaching with caution, I try to blend in with the tiny gathering.  A few people walk buy giving me suspicious looks but none say anything. "Are you selling?" A voice says behind me catching my attention. Turning around, he's dressed in an all black thick hoodie.

Why the hell is he dressed like that? Its warm outside. His appearance, even though he has on the hoodie, is thin and gaunt. "Are you an undercover cop?" I ask jokingly. As if an undercover cop would admit to being one. "Nah, just looking for some drugs. I have a party to manage." Hmm, sounds like the perfect place to be.

"A party?" I say more to myself than him.

"Yea. Something like it. There's going to be drugs and drinks...and drugs to go in those drinks if you know what I mean." He says laughing to himself. I have the sudden urge to punch him. What the fuck does that mean? Hopefully not what I think it does.
I don't like this guy, but "Can I go to this party?"

"Sure." He shrugs. "Just don't shoot my house up." He says laughing harder. It's a hackling laugh. He coughs between every single breath.

Following him with my case down the dark alley and over a fence, we arrive to a really crappy house that he leads me to. The porch light flickers and the porch itself squeaks under the weight of a few scantily clad girls who are all staring at me like they'd fuck me here on the porch.

"He has drugs." The guy announces.

The girls swarm to me like moths to a flame. It's actually quite sad. Drugs and partying might be all that they know. It makes me want my Alice back even more.

I'm bombarded with a series of "what do you have", "I have twenty bucks" and "I can pay with sex"

"I have weed and crack." I say loud enough for all the girls to hear.

After I've sold to the girls. The guy laughs and leads me I into the house. It smells like strong liquor and sex. The guy leads me to the living room and turns down the speaker.

"Anybody need!" He calls out.

Once again, damn near everyone in the room basically swarms me. Just my luck I actually sell out by the time I leave the house. Making my WAP ape without saying goodbye, I hop the fence, eager to get to Doug, and get back home. The drive to his house is silent. I text his phone to let him know that I am on my way to get no reply.

Taking me about thirty minutes to get there, I knock on his door and it swings open revealing the pitch black darkness inside. The house seems empty... this house is never empty. I step inside cautiously.

"Doug!" I call out.

As I call his name. The light flickers on and Doug is sitting in a spin the chair facing me with two large body guards standing behind him I either side. One of his legs is crossed and his hands lay on the arm rests. He doesn't look pleased with me...at all. His jaw clenched and unclenches. I have half a thought to drop his money and  run out of the door...I know how violent Doug can be. The only reason why I'm even continuing selling for him is because he killed his last one...for asking to be done with it all and being late with his money. Which is exactly the same scenario I'm in right now. Run. The door slams shuts behind me. I turn to see two more guards who've closed the door and are now blocking my exit.

Oh hell.

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I'm in trouble

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Authors note.
I feel like this chapter was boring. Sorry if you thought it was boring. The. Next won't won't be, I don't think. Anyways, what do you guys think? Comment and such. Oh and if you see any grammar errors, you can let me know, and I'll fix them.