Where The Wild Things Are

The Birds Pt. 2

Adrienne's POV

About two weeks after I'd seen the stranger, I was released from the hospital and told to take it easy. Of course I didn't listen. I spent a lot of time drinking and thinking. I thought I was going to die that fateful day. I wanted to. But if I went out to kill myself, the fuzz wouldn't have my parents to trace that shit back to, only my brother. And even if I was dead and didn't know it. I wouldn't want him to deny me.

'Don't know what this is, but it all leads to this'

I'd been sitting at bucks when my life changed. Taking down shots like water, to forget. I'd gone broke from paying my hospital bill with the little money I had. But gaining some because I started selling my body. I had to eat. I had to do something.

'She gave me all her pills, now my back hurts, oh she lost control'

I got free rounds of shots sometimes for my looks. And guys came down buying me drinks for sex. At least I hadn't remembered the morning after. I'd stay sore often. It's not like I liked what I was doing. I was just doing it to get by, nobody else would have helped me. I don't have family. The same stranger that had been with me through my hospital journey came downstairs while I was at Bucks. He looked over at me, and then walked out. With a look in his eyes I couldn't read. I'd heard an engine jump to life not too long after. Me and the owner Buck had started talking. I've been in and out of that bar for a few weeks I'd just never seen that stranger. Buck said I could have room there as long as I payed him 200 dollars a month, or worked for him. For every guy I had sex with I'd gain 20-60 dollars. I'd chosen to pay my rent. The upstairs of Bucks' resembles a hotel. My room was across from another room and in between two others. I'd gotten to my room. I'd get use to it, the pulsing music always going on downstairs. And over a period of time, if you didn't lock your door, a couple would open the door looking for a place to get off. But it was more of a home then mine had been. Minus the abusive alcoholic.

Dallas' POV

That chick had been here a while and believe me, I'd noticed her here a few times. Today I think was just the day she'd noticed me. I covered emotion from my eyes even though every time I saw her, I felt this sadness. It was a deep sadness.

'She said it won't be long, before she falls out of love'

Her eyes showed how broken she was, I could tell she tried to keep a tough facade all the time when she was actually just breaking, trying to piece together her life- stop Dallas. You cant be thinking of her like that, okay, you can't love her-er, like her. No matter how much you can relate. You can't just fall for her for her looks Dallas, you love too hard for that. Stop just- I started the engine and pulled off in the direction to the Curtis house. I don't need that chick.
'I don't need Adrienne.'
I felt a shiver when I said that. But it's gotta be true. Hell, I didn't need Sylvia or any of those other broads.
"Adrienne." I repeated and started speeding down the highway.

'You're gonna leave her. You have deceived her. Oh just a girl'