The Bad Side
"For everytime you told me no."
— Anonymous
"You never came back," Isaac said looking down at his scuffed shoes. "I need you, Manny."
My heart nearly burst from its cage. My lips shut tight, clogging my throat with unwanted saliva. He was here. He was here! Isaac looked at me helplessly, large black bags underneath his sepia eyes. His black hair hung over his forehead, clinging to it for dear life as water from the storm outside slid down his cheeks.
He looked exactly as he did before crank.
He looked like my old Isaac.
"Why are you here?" I choked out.
Isaac took a step towards me, but I flinched, causing him to wince in pain. It hurt him.
Well he hurt me. Damn him.
"Manny, when you left, I couldn't do anything. You are my everything. I want you to come back to me."
I let out a heavy breath. "Y-you don't deserve me. You used me!" I shouted out.
My lower lip trembled and my hands buzzed and shook. "I don't want to come back. I don't want to see you do crack, or have sex with random girls. I can't do it. I'm over that life."
His face crumbled.
We were locked in a stare contest. I refused to back down and look away. Isaac was scum to me. It was destroying. I wanted to make myself better. After I got settled I was going to quit prostituition, save up for a college and then become something. He was trying to ruin my dreams. Turn me into Detroit ghetto trash.
He didn't want me to get sucessful.
"Manuel, I'm —"
I quited him.
"I'm Elliot now. Now get put of my house!"
Isaac now had it. He came towards me at lightning speed and grabbed my cheeks with his hands. Surprisingly, he was gentle.
His lips met mine, rhythmically rubbing and biting me. I kept my mouth shut as he tried to excite out a passion that had long died.
Isaac pulled away, dissapointment etched onto his features.
"Is that what you wanted?" I asked harshly. "There. Leave."
"I never meant to hurt you, Manny. I'm getting help. I don't do crank anymore. Business fell after you left. I'm broke. I don't have anywhere to go. I can't afford anything. You're my only hope!" He pleaded.
I wrinkled my nose. "No drugs?"
He nodded tearfully.
"Are you lying to me?"
Isaac swallowed something in his throat. "I'd never lie to you, Manny. I'm so sorry for forcing myself on you. I never meant it."
I narrowed my eyes. He was pitiful now. No longer the man I once knew, I signed.
Crack had ruined his looks, his life, and his reputation. He was just a harmless fly.
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