She's mine.

Chapter 2

Chapter 2
Kai Satski

"IF YOU DONT PAY YOUR GOD DAMN RENT, I'LL CALL THE FUCKING COPS!" I heard my landlord shout outside the wooden door of my filthy apartment.

Stolen leather wallets lay splayed out on my desk. The room consisted of a single bed with white and gray uncomfortable bedding and no headboard along with a wooden desk with a wobbly stool and dust bunnies haunting the corners of the room. The green wallpaper was sagging and the sollow gray floorboards as creaky as the groans that escaped me when I couldn't pay with stolen goods. Cops. Cops meant her and she was everything to me. I wonder what it'd be like if she came, if she saw what a monster I was. I scrambled through the stolen wallets and searched for the money I needed. Once I had found enough I realized I had nothing left, I had to pay for mom's hospital bills too. My mother had Ishemic heart disease. She would die if I didn't save up enough. A soft sigh errupted out of me. I opened my door with bulletholes struck through it, I like to think of them as eyeholes. This place was all I could afford until the next heist I have with Jasmine and Clyde. The encounter I had with her replays in my mind. Her accent, her soft brown hair and the fiest that roared inside her body, the curve of her soft hips and all her beautiful imperfections. She wasn't exactly the curvy, blue-eyed blondie but she was perfect and She was mine and only mine. I gave the landlord what I had, 50 bucks and a sallow yellow button I found in the pit of a pocket.

"Kai, you can't be serious." My landlord was a man of sapia hair in his early 40s.
"I'll get the rest next week, I swear on Mrs. Crawford's ramen."
I muttered. Mrs. Crawford was my cranky next door neighbor that cooked the most savoured ramen. My landlord scoffed and gave me a frown.
"Last chance, Satski." I let out a sigh of relief and expressed my gratitude.
"Thank you!" I exclaimed with a guilty smile. I eventually stepped back into my crusty apartment. I collapsed onto my bed, the time was 10:30pm. I started to think about her again, her emerald eyes, her slightly plump lips and how they'd feel on mine. It started to pour outside, like the rain's emotions were leaking too.