ʏᴀɴɴɪ | ᴏ.ꜱʜᴏᴛᴀʀᴏ

-You Must Want Somethin', Right?-

~Later On That Night...~

Your reflection in your mirror stared back at you with a hollowness behind your eyes. The bruising under your left eye had darkened over the course of a few hours, standing out pretty sorely no matter how much concealer you used to hide it.

You were so out of it to the point that you didn't initially hear the multiple knocks coming to your bedroom window.

"Yanni?" The knocks continued. "Hey, I'm here."

You recognized the voice of your plug and stood from your seat on the floor to open your window, greeting the black-haired Asian girl smiling up at you.

"Hey, Mamas. How are you feeling tonight?"

"Like I wanna go back to bed." Sighing, you rest your head on your arm.

"Night shift again?"

You hummed, to which the girl pouted. "I'm sorry, love. Hopefully, this'll ease some of those nerves..."

She reached into her purse to pull out an orange pill bottle and placed it in your palm. "My stepbrother calls it 'Woosah.' Just take two of these and you'll be good."

You tossed the bottle on your pillow before turning to the girl again.

"Something on your mind?" She tilted her head slightly to the side.

"Mm-mm..." You shook your head no.

"Are you sure? You can talk to me..."

"I'm fine, I'm just tired, that's all..." You attempted to soothe the girl. "Don't worry so much."

"If you say so," The girl reached up to grab your hand. "Just promise you'll take care of yourself, yeah?"

You nodded, and she smiled again. "Alright. 'Night, Yanni."

"'Night..." You watched her leave, then shut your window with a sigh. The time on your phone read eight-twenty, so you grabbed the pill bottle once more, unscrewing the cap and popping two of the powder-blue capsules into your mouth.

After dry-swallowing, you grabbed your backpack, dropping the bottle into one of the pockets before leaving the apartment, hands in your jacket.

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You wandered down a sidewalk, circling a specific block until you decided to change course to a slightly busier street – that way you'd hopefully find another client.

Your track wasn't too long – it was enough to cover two to three blocks. You'd pass by the same girls on the same corners waiting for their next clients, which there didn't seem to be any.

A rule that was given to you was that if the track was dry, you moved – it's a simple rule, but none of the girls seemed to pick up on that except you.

So, en route to your next block, you pulled out your phone to let Mark know you diverted from the track. Soon, you saw a pair of flashing blue and red lights from the corner of your eye.

You looked up at the police cars closing off the other side of the street, along with strips of caution tape.

The tape was blocking your path, but that didn't stop you from trying to bypass the scene.