A love story
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WARNING: contains strong language, violence, sexuality, emotional trauma, drug use, and other content suited for mature audiences. Don't read if you're a pansy.
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I dashed towards the pay phone, sliding hastily inside the glass booth and closing the door behind me. My fingers dialed the numbers as fast as they could manage before I held it against my ear and listened to five, long, scary rings before he finally answered.
"Hello?" Randy's voice sounded through the speaker. I sighed. At least I could get to him this way.
"Look, man, I know what you're gonna say, but I just—"
"Jude?"
"Yeah, I just..." I pressed my forehead against the glass, the outside clouds starting to cry as raindrops threw themselves against the transparent booth. I closed my eyes, my breaths getting tangled in my throat. "Look, I'm real sorry about messing with your guys, it was a stupid mistake and I just...I just really need some stuff, man, I'm dying." I whimpered out, my voice shaky and damaged. My hand trembled uncontrollably as I held the phone tightly against the side of my face, waiting for his response.
"You don't make me a very happy guy, Jude." He informed me with his dark, choking voice.
"I know I don't, I know..." I dug my fingers into my hair, scratching at my scalp. "I just really need this, I got money. It doesn't even have to heroin it can be crystal or whatever you have I just...I'm losing my mind."
I heard his deep sigh. He was quiet. It worried me. I felt terrified, like I was being chased by some terrible, carnivorous creature, and if it caught me it would tear me apart and utterly destroy me. I thought heroin would save me, but it turned out to be the monster all along.
"Please, Randy. I'll do anything, I'll do anything you want, just please get me some. I can't get it from anywhere else, the streets are dry." I bit my lip, pacing back and forth in the glass booth. "I won't ask you ever again, I just need it this once, then I'll leave you alone for the rest of my life, swear to Jesus motherfucking Christ."
"Alright, alright, kid, just calm down." He groaned, my heart rate increasing with the possibility of for once having this guys kindness shine like a fucking sun down on me. "Alright, how about this. I'll give you enough to hold you over for a little while, okay?"
"Oh my God, man, thank you, thank you so much! This is really—"
"Yeah, yeah, but you pay me double." He demanded and my throat went dry.
"What? Double?"
"Are you really gonna argue with me now?" He questioned, and I lowered my head, not responding. "Meet me at Sunoco in twenty, you remember the one?"
