POV Angelina
Its pitch black outside.Nothing and no one in the streets.The lines of Harleys parked outside are the only occupants of the parking lot.
The club is dead.No music playing deathening sounds that is bound to ear rape you if you listen to it long enough.Everyone is probably passed out in or under some skank.Dad is probably in his room fucking Gemma.God how I hate that chick.She thinks just because dad made her his old lady after mom died she thinks that she is the boss of me.What with her skinny jeans and knee high boots,lace blouses that wont keep the everyday whore honest.She isn't much to look at.
I hike my back pack up onto my shoulder and climb out onto the balcony.I slowly lower my ladder and quietly climb down.I text Sam to meet me at our usual place.Combat boots digging into the gravel as I walk down to the old abandoned storage house,memories of how happy I use to be flood my head.
Entering the abandoned storage house there waiting for me is a bald forty year old man.He hands me the baggy with the heroin in .Gripping the baggy in my hand he speaks
"Angel when you gonna quit this shit if your daddy finds out im dead"
"Sam relax he is knee deep in pussy as we speak now shut up take your payment and leave"
I hand him the cash and he leaves.Slowly I run around the corner finding my usual spot behind the dumpster .I take out my bent spoon a clean syringe and my lighter.Carefully emptieng the heroin into the spoon and start up the lighter.
The crystal pieces slowly start melting as I suck the liquid up in the syringe I lay the injection down next to me and take out the rubber pipe.
I tie it around my arm and and flick my arm till my favourite vain is visible.I inject the contents into my arm and in an instant I feel the rush intoxicate my brain.I lay back against the cold wall and slowly I start to drift off.
Im awoken by my entire body shaking.My throat is tense. White bubbles are exiting my mouth.I struggle around in my back pack for my phone,I speed dial my brother ,Jax.The phone rings and rings till he answers.
I stutter the words
"Behind ice cream shop"
Everything goes black.And I feel as my head comes into contact with the concrete.
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Anarchy Angel
JugendliteraturA bikers tale .About a daughter of a well known biker president.Who he gives away to a mafia boss .She is hardeaded and broken He is broken and demented. Sometimes you can fix another broken thing with your broken pieces.
