She walked into the abandoned, crooked, cracked, ratted old building with no expression on her face.
A tall, brown, muscular man stepped in front of her and said with a serious look on his face, "I'll need some ID please."
"Alex Shelton, age 26," she said shoving her ID in his face.
"MOVE ALONG BUDDY!" He exclaimed in sheer anger.
She pushed her way through the cluttered, hoarded apartment and sat down while lighting a cigarette. She held a bottle of whiskey in her right hand as Antony Anderson nudged his ass into the "baby chair."
"Still living in the high chair eh?" She said while giving him the "baby look."
"Shut up you American lobster!" He said in confusion.
"Canadian, idiot.."
She squeezed the liquor down her thin tight throat while continuing to give Antony a baby-like look.
Chelsea walked in and almost shat her pants laughing at Antony in the baby chair!
"OMG!! You look hilarious dude!!"
"Shut up you British crab!!"
"I'm an Australian, you dumb ass loser!" She said trying to hold back her laugh.
The Black Widows were kinda like illuminati, trying to take over the world. But they wanted to create everyone into mind controlled robots!
Alex took another gulp of her whiskey and said, "once I'm drunk, whoever takes me home will be dead tomorrow!" "I hate being cared for."
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Teen FictionA drug and alcohol addict in a gang called Black Widows is destroying her life one piece at a time, when a young bartender hooks up with her at a bar named Tears and tips, and together they try to fix her problem. Read more to learn about: DRUG ADDI...
