That's Miles to you Ms.Davis

Chapter Seventeen

Aubrey and I walked up to the house hand and hand. Once we reached the front door she stopped and turned to me, taking both of my hands in hers and running the pad of her thumb across the back of my hands. She didn't say anything, she just stared at me with a pained expression and watery eyes, her bottom lip between her teeth.

"Remember when I told you that I love you?" She asked quietly. I nodded. "I meant it and I need you to know that before we go in here, because you won't like what you see. You will probably be bothered by what you see, you'll probably try and talk me out of it, but you have to understand that this sort of thing isn't a choice anymore. If I could stop coming to places like this, then I would." I am so confused and really nervous. What is she talking about and why does she hang out in the middle of Detroit? I nodded, even though I would have rather interogated her, but knowing that wouldn't get me anywhere, I just kept my mouth shut. She nodded and turned to open the door, while I feared it would fall on her when she touched it. I followed her into the house, if you could even call it that, and I was instantly hit with the smell of smoke, alcohol, mold, mildew, and Lord knows what else. Aubrey stepped to the side and turned to face me.

"Weed." She mumbled, nodding towards her right, before walking away. I glance to the direction she nodded, to see a bunch of kids talking, playing videos games, smoking weed and sitting on a couch. The walls were stained yellow from smoking, the couch they were sitting on was a black an white plai, that looked like it was from last centry, it sagged so low the kids may as well have been sitting on the floor, there where two wooden side tables with burns and stains decoracting them and coated in ash trays and drinks. The kids didn't seemed to notice we were even there that or they were to stoned to recognise the sound of the front door. I followed Aubrey to the dimly lit hall and she nodded to her left.

"Coke." I looked to the left, into, what appeared to be, a dinning room/kitchen, with severall kids in their late teens, early twenties, standing around a table snorting coke up their nose. The room was about as run down and pathetic as it gets. The counter in the far right cornner, looked like someone took a sledge hammer to it, half of the cupboards were missing doors, and the drawers are either missing, or hangning open with crap piled so high you couldn't close it if you wanted to. The table was unstead, had a broken leg, and no chairs. We walked down the hall a little further and without even looking in the room, she turned around and mumbled, "Heroine." I looked in the room and cringed as one of the male tennants slipped a shinny silver needle into his forearm. She looked away like it hurt to watch, then looked at the room kiddy-corner to it.

"Aderal." We walked to the end of the hall and up the stairs. Each room had been in worse condition than the one before it, but I must admit, none of them made me nervous or questio their stability quite like the stairs had. With each step I felt as the whole house would colapse on us, but nonetheless, I followed her up the stairs and some how got to the top before she did. I came face to face with an open bedroom door, directly across from the stairs. I stood, completely frozen in shock as a lady, no older than twenty six, laid completely naked on a bed I swore would colapse at any second, with her back arched and loud, shameless moans poured out of her mouth, on after another, as a man around the same age, also completely naked, pumped his hips against hers. Aubrey stepped up next to me grinning.

"You get used to it. Those are the homeowners," Her smile fadded. "They don't do mu else."

"They deffinitely don't do house keeping." Her smile returned.

"It wouldn't matter if they did. Smoke stains don't come out and drunk druggies don't do damage control." She pointed to the end of the hallway, through another open door. "That window has been replaced seventeen times, they gave up after Kelsey prushed Donna Miller through it last summer." She said, giggling slightly at the last part of her sentence. my eyebrows raised in shock.