American Pie (chapter five)
As I said that I ran out of the room and slammed the door shut. I didn't care if anyone was following I just ran. I'm so embarrassed, they are millionaires and I'm nothing but a low life scum.
Running out the back door to the stadium I just ran through the ran as it continued to poor down upon me. I have no idea where I was going I just kept running.
Stopping, I sighed, realizing I had no idea where I was.
"This is bullshit." I went to grab my backpack but realized it wasn't there. "FUCK!" I screamed in frustration.
I started kicking the crap out of a street sign that was on the corner of which I was standing. I continued to to kick the poll until a car pulled up and the window wind down. I recognized the person almost immediately. It was my most regular client Petter Burke. How he found me I don't know, but I could care less.
"Hey birdie, free tonight." He said with his sickening smirk across his smug face. He pays good so I always put on an act.
"Any night I'm free for you babe." I winked putting my hand on my hip. He laughed.
"Ok sweet cheeks hop in the car." I did as I was told and we headed to his house.
~*~
I walked out of his house feeling dirty and lifeless, like usual it's not really a new feeling. The bastard is married, go figure, and is cheating on his wife. I feel so guilty and like a horrible person. But that's what I am isn't it, a horrible fucking person who doesn't deserve to live. Ill never find love, ill never have friends and most of all ill never have a family. No one cares about me, no one ever will. I still can't believe I found my sister. I never want to see her again that's for sure. She's nothing but a prissy, stuck up, airhead, millionaires girlfriend. I really shouldn't be taking this out on her but I don't know what else to do.
There's a bridge not to far from here and maybe if I jump life will be better for ever everyone, even me?
