They Called Me A Sinner

I Wish It To Be A Metaphor

^(•.•)^ hope you enjoy! Also sorry about the cussing I curse this much in real life so it comes naturally. \("•.•)/ oops.
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4:00 PM, 30 MINUETS UNTIL HE IS TO BE SEEN:

"C'mon Graveyard Flower get on your bloody knees and do it already! We are getting a good pay for this shit." My colleagues shouted into my ears and made wild gestures towards the middle aged smirk wearing, beer gutted, money holding, dirty white man sitting on a metal chair in front of me.

"Fuck no get Foxy Roxy to do it she's made for that shit." I retort flashing a million dollar smile at the man. "Anyways I gotta go my shift is over."

"The hell you just got here! It's not over!"

"I've got an agreement with Johnson that every Wednesday I come and work for as long as I can until 4:00 pm. I came in a little late 'cause my LSD trip was longer than usual. Sorry but that's how my shit works. If you don't like it then eat my fucking shorts and get on my motherfucking level." I walked backstage and grabbed my jacket and pay for the night.
Stepping out of Candies Live Girls Strip club I inhale the cold crisp air and let my eyes adjust to the bright sky outside. I saw a few prostitutes by the bus stop that looked familiar so I went over to them. On my way over there a man drove up to me and honked.

"Hey whore wanna get paid good tonight?" The man in the front seat asked me leaning over the empty passenger seat. I stopped and turned to him flashing a dark glare.

"Who the fuck do you think you are to ask me to ride your small 3 inches?" I questioned with a low voice stepping towards his window.

"Oh fuck it's you. The Graveyard Flower. I'm really sorry miss. I couldn't recognize you in this bad lighting."

"Don't give me that bullshit. Get out of the car." I walked to his door and yanked it open causing him to spill out of it. He sat on his knees in the road in front of me looking down at the pavement.

"Sit there for 5 minutes with this sign hanging on your back." I reached into his car and found a sharpie along with a piece of paper and gum. I wrote 'child molester' and 'disgrace to our lovely America' on the back with big letters. After writing I stuck a piece of gum in my mouth and chewed it till it was nice and sticky. Then grabbing the paper I stuck the gum onto the back then rubbed it into his hair securing the note. I know it's lame but it's funny as hell watching him sit there with snot running down his face. He looked only to be 17 and from the look of his car and clothes he comes from a wealthy family.

"If I ever see you here again I will call the cops on you." I threatened him lightly walking away. I made it to the bus stop as it arrived, the bus driver honking at me. I giggled and stepped though the automatic doors.

"Graveyard Flower right on time. Life treating you well?" The bus drivers name was Henri and I've known him since I was 17. He's always been the bus driver to pick me up at 4:15 from work.

"As well as possible hot stuff." I laugh and pull out $2.50 giving him extra.

"Alrighty then same place I assume?"

"You know it." I took my spot at back of the bus. When I say my spot I mean it. I have personalized the seat to my liking. My nickname is written on a plaque that is fastened to seat.

SKIP AHEAD TEN MINUETS, OLD WAREHOUSE IN ROSENHAYN, NJ:
I step into the old shoe warehouse that has been my meeting place since I was 13. I climb the stairs to what used to be an office long ago and open the creaky door. I glance at the mysteriously new clock that reads 4:29. I breathe in and out attempting to slow my rapidly beating heart. I'm always nervous to see him. Ever since I was thirteen and he was 16 I've been cotton mouthed and heavy eyed every time. The clock ticked one final time and the minuet hand clicked onto the printed 6.

The door slowly creaked open behind me and I heard heavy footed steps approach me. My heart was pounding faster and louder in my ears. My hand pricked and tingled like ants with tiny needles dragged behind them were walking all over my hand.

"Hello miss Lilac." He spoke my name with a smokey voice into my ear. His soft lips brushing against it lightly. My breath caught in my throat and my eyes fluttered open, wide like cherry pies.

"Good evening." I spoke lightly, knowing that he was still bent over my small frame from the tickle of his dyed red hair on my heated cheek. He grabbed my shoulders and quickly spun me around to face him. One hand lifted from my shoulder and grabbed my multi-ringed hand. He bent slightly and kissed my knuckles lightly. I let out a shaky breath as I made eye contact with his icy blue eyes.

"You tease with me far too much, Silas." I say as I quickly draw my hand away from his grasp, somehow finding my voice. I attempt to take a few steps back to widen the space but I am quickly grabbed at my waist and yanked into a hasty hug.

"I've missed you Lili. I really have. You go around doing drugs and being a thug on these streets but that's not going to last forever." He whispered roughly using the nickname that he gave me when we first met. I felt so small against his hunched 6'4" height, my height being only 5'4". He softly stroked my hair with one hand and gripped my waist closer to his body. I nuzzled my nose into his old leather jacket and smelled his calming scent. He smelled like cigarettes and the ocean with a hint of baked goods. His mother must have forced him to help out in the bakery again today. I thought to myself.

"The drugs you accuse me of taking are ones you so graciously give over to me. You have no reason to miss me. I am no more than your slutty client to you now I'm sure. You don't care about me the way you know I care about you. Instead you tease with me and pull on my heartstrings." I say to him staring him down evenly. I hand him $150 looking expectantly, waiting for the load. He hands over my pocket of poison with a grimace.

"Thanks." I say too quickly. Before I leave I stop to look at the death note he just handed me, my body coiled and ready to spring. I know that I ached for this release, I needed it but I couldn't just stand here and ignore. Silas and I have been running this game for years now, ignoring our past and stifling our pain. I hated it. I hated seeing his broken face every Wednesday as he handed out my death wish, watching him decay and drown further and further into sorrow each week I knew I had to do something.

"You look good for a druggie. Take care of yourself out there." He spoke, snapping me out of my deep thought.  He turned to leave, this was my chance.

"Wait. Wait, Silas." I run to him grabbing his arm. "I'm sorry. I don't want us to leave like this." I feel the thick muscle tighten beneath the leather.

His eyes harden as he sighs and looks away, his back hunching further. I know he hates talking about this. "You made a deal with the devil Lilac. Now your cursed. I don't mess with the cursed bitches and you know it."

I cracked. He knew my weakness and exploited it. Asshole. "You know that it was an accident! You know that I never wanted that to happen! I had to do something Silas. I had to do something."

"You sacrificed our child!" He turned on me with fiery eyes. His smooth pale face was bright red and splotchy with anger. He had tears in his eyes. He quickly turned away from me and walked out the door with hard footsteps. Tears started to slide down my cheeks unannounced. I quickly look the small baggy filled with colourful pills and ripped it open taking a pill out and placing it lightly on my tongue.

"It's time to have that good night I talked about earlier."

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