Nomads

02

I awaken the next morning to early sunlight peeking in through a partly closed blind.  The lower half of my torso and legs are covered by midnight black blanket as my neck and lower back aches with pain.  I turn over slowly to notice the man from the night before sleeping peacefully as I calmly lift the sheets, surprised to see my panties on.  I slowly try my best to wiggle from the sheets to make my way out, something I am used to doing the moment I awake.

 I quickly glance at the digital clock across the room, notching it was  half past six, my usual cue to leave every morning.  As I walk across the room, I pull on my six inch Louboutin's and red trench coat.  I next grab his black Levi's from the ground, fishing through the pockets as I grab a hundred dollar bill from his wallet.  Even if we didn't fuck I wanna get paid for a night wasted.

I then pull my white iPhone 5 from my coat pocket as I tapped in my passcode, not missing a step as I walk down the staircase from last night.  Not forgetting a moment of nearly breaking my neck falling down them.  I then walk into to what I believe was the living room, taking a seat upon the leather couch as I stare at the glass table fixed with an arrangement of pill bottles, crushed weed, ecstasy, white lines of cocaine, and codeine--a druggies paradise.

 "Leaving so soon?" I hear a calm voice call out, as I draw my attention over to see him starring back at me from the top of the stairs.  I wasn't usually one to bother with goodbyes the morning after, or even stick around later than seven.  Most people my age would be cuddling with their loved one in bed, or waking up to breakfast.  But I instead was the type of girl you wouldn't let meet the parents, or even see during the day.

"Yeah.  That's usually my cue."  I mumble, staring down at the contact for Toronto's local 24 hour cab company, being that I usually called them almost every morning to bring me to the crack house.  I never really get caught into these awkward moments, me and the man from the night before.  I almost always make it out the house before they even get the chance to say a word.  Hence the reason why I pay myself by taking their money, not waiting for them to do so.  The last thing I need is someone not paying me for not having a good night.

"I'm guessing you're not the morning after type of girl . . ." He questions nonchalantly, with a smirk.  I wasn't sure if he was referring to a round two or breakfast, neither in with I ever did, nor was I interested in.  I'm guessing he is talking about morning sex, by the smirk he seems to still be wearing proudly on his face.

 "No." I reply bluntly, looking back down at my cellphone resting peacefully in my hands, as my leg shakes uncomfortably due to the tension in the room.  I was hopping by now he would get the clue to make his way back up the steps, but instead he comes right down the stairs, to take a seat beside me on the couch.

 "What was all of that about last night?" He asks, as I stare deeply into his eyes, feeling as if I could almost recognize his face.  "You seemed lost, and scared once I touched you."

 "I was just . . . I don't know.  I wasn't feeling anything.  I felt numb, as if I wasn't doing the right thing." I admitted, looking down at the variety of drugs, feeling as if it would give me an answer.

 "This your first time?"  I shook my head in reply, this was definitely way past my first time having sex, but I certainly wished it was my last.   Anyone who thought I enjoyed this life must be crazy, being a nomad wasn't easy.  Once you hit the streets, you never come out.  The drugs become your best friend, and the men are the only way you can have them.  I never choose to do this, it choose me.  

 

Every morning I wake, praying god could help me, give me some sort of answer.  But my conscious tells me god doesn't love a sinner, and I was way past a saint.  I never know when I might just never wake up due to an overdose, find out I have some sort of STD, or actually make it off these streets of Toronto and into a real home.

 "Look, I'm sorry for what I did last night.  I'm not sure if that's why you're looking at me as if I'm a monster or not, but I really am sorry." He apologized, taking a deep breath.  "I get a bit caught up in my emotions and begin acting a bit crazy due to the drugs.  One of the affects of half the shit on the table." He added, referring to the glass table holding the various drugs.

 "It's fine." I responded, sounding tired and weary.  I didn't get much sleep last night so that may have been the answer. 

"I can call you a cab if you want." He offered, raising of the couch as he pulled his charcoal iPhone 5 from his sweatpants pocket.  I hadn't notice until before that he wasn't wearing a shirt, causing my body to tingle just as thoughts of how last night could have played off.

 "Yes, please." I thanked him, taking a deep breath, as I closed my eyes, listening to his melodic voice as he spoke on the phone.  "Do you sing?" I questioned once he came off the phone, referring to his angel like voice that seemed to never change.

"Yeah, how you know?" He grinned taking a seat beside me once again, showing of his perfect smile, complementing his various masculine features.

"You have a beautiful voice." I admitted.  "Can you sing something for me?" I begged with a small smile, he chuckled in response before nodding.

You don't know what's in store

But you know what you're here for

Close your eyes, lay yourself beside me

Hold tight for this ride

We don't need no protection

Come alone, we don't need attention

Open your hand, take a glass

Don't be scared, I'm right here

Even though, you don't roll

Trust me girl, you wanna be high for this

I stared at him the entire time, feeling as if I was being lifted just listening to his lyrics.  His voice was velvet soft, and brought chills to my body just listening.  Every word touched me in a certain way, without him even placing a finger on me.  I had a strong desire for more, almost as if his voice was my new personal drug.  I laid my head onto his shoulder as he pulled me onto his lap, continuing to serenade me with his words.

Take it off, you want it off

Cause I know what you're feeling

It's okay, girl, I feel it too

Let it be, baby breathe

I swear I'm right here

We'll be good, I promise, we'll be so good

He next began to unbutton my jacket, as I closed my eyes.  Allowing him to touch.   I was blessed with his delicious pink lips,  placing small delicate kissed from my collarbone to my chin, not stopping until our lips finally met.  My body grew warm as his elegant touch drove me insane, begging for more.

A horn honked outside, assuring that out show was over.  I gave him small pout as he pecked my lips with a smirk.  "Tonight again?" I questioned with a smile, starring into his mysterious deep brown eyes.

 "Anytime you ready baby." He grinned, softly grabbing my phone from my hand as he typed in his phone number.  I raised of the couch, before strutting to the door, turning around to blow one kiss. Once inside the yellow cab outside, I unlocked my cellphone as I stared at the new contact in my phone, Abel.   Chills ran up my spine just thinking of a mysterious name like that, which seems to fit him greatly.