A Soft Devil (COMPLETED)

Chapter 27

I was breathing heavy as I was trying to turn the key. I looked behind me frantically knowing they were close by, and they were taking me away this time. Damn, I should've just listened to Mikey and said fuck the money, but my favorite color is green and it feels so good in my hands. The best is when Tom throws it on me laughing in bliss that he has his best girl in bed and his money in his hands. The way it rubs against my skin is paradise. It rubs against me like Tom's hands rub against my sides.

I should've said fuck the money, but damn my favorite number is the double zero at the end. I should've said fuck the money, but it talks to me like a poets words do to their lovers. And damn, all my friends are on the front bill. How could I forget my friends? Washington, Lincoln, Jackson, Grant and my best friend, flier than ever, Franklin. I could never forget them, they've been with me through everything. In my wallet, pocket, phone, inside my bra, and even underneath my underwear.

I should've said fuck the money, but I love my money like I like my sex: hard and cold. I love this money like I love my mama. They both raised me. My mom would clothe me, feed me, be there for me, and love me, but you couldn't have done it without the money. I love my money, but it would be nice to take a break every once in a while.
It would be nice to stop losing so much weight to get to see my best friend. It would be nice if they met me halfway instead going all the way to the bank to see them. It would be nice if I didn't have to sneak in and out to see them.

I love my money, but why is it always telling them that I'm stealing them if they love me back? Why do I have to see them late at night to hold them? Why do I have to give someone else to them if they said they would never leave? Why do I always see them crumbled like they've been used? Why would they send themselves off to someone who would just spend them like they're just paper that grows on trees when I'm out here hustling and running, but they don't even meet me halfway?

I love you money, but you never flip the other side where it has trust. I should've said fuck the money, but when I saw and held you for the first time I knew you were setting your ink on me. But I love you because my favorite color is green. I can't remember when or why I fell in love with green, but I do love the color. I used to like the color blue because it reminded me of the ocean until you said the ocean tears you apart. You asked me if I liked to tear you apart all because I said my favorite color was blue. I rushed out no, but it was already too late. It was already too late to save myself because I'm too deep in love with the color green. I'm too deeply in love with you.

"That was fucking beautiful, Cindy," Gabriella told me after taking a puff from her joint.

"That's all I wrote so far," I told her before putting my notepad in my bag.

"Why don't you just submit that into her?"

"I like short stroies better."

"Is that how it's starting?"

"Either gonna be the beginning or middle."

"Nah you can't make it the middle."

"Why not?"

"Because how you gonna start from the middle or end, but not the beginning. That's like rolling the blunt and smoking it without putting the weed in it."

"Get to your point Gabby?"

"It won't work out."