I N D E C E N T

C H. 1

"You sure you want to put in another hand, Alex?"

I took a deep, shallow breath and nodded confidently.

The dealer shook his head and gave me a few chips.

"I hope you realize that if you lose this game, you're up to six thousand dollars-"

"I won't lose this one, then."

I said sharply, as I leaned over the table. I couldn't lose this, I don't have that kind of money lying around.

My opponent, Liam, sat on the other side of the table. his icy, deep blue eyes bore into me, as he smirked. He slapped down a queen and an ace.

I bit my lip. there was no way I could win this.

"I suggest you put down your cards, now. We all know you've lost."

He whispered to me. I shuddered. His voice was emotionless and brutal.

I placed down my remaining cards and he chuckled.

"I'll need my 6k by the end of this month."

He smiled at me, and got up to leave.

The metal door slammed shut behind him, and I dropped my head into my hands.

I lost money I don't even have.

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I left the humid, underground room, and slammed the metal door behind me.

I slipped my pocketknife into my bra.

As I walked up the cracked stone stairway, I looked down at my phone.

12:52 a.m.

My parents were going to murder me.

I sighed, and pushed my hair back as I reached the end of the stairway.

The stairs led to a small alleyway between two drugstores. I walked slowly but cautiously towards the road, looking around me. Something didn't quite seem right. I suddenly stopped at a halt, as I heard two deep voices around the corner.

"It's gotta be around here somewhere, G."

The voice said. I heard at least two peoples footsteps.

I quickly ran to hide behind old, rusty metal scraps, light on my feet.

"You probably fucking messed some shit up. You always do."

another voice sharply whispered.

"Fuck you. I'm not the one who wanted to do this. I'm just helping you."

They walked into the alleyway and I stopped breathing, scared they would hear me.

"Ah, there are stairs here. I fuckin' told yo-"

My foot slipped and two of the scraps hit eachother, making a ringing sort of sound.

"Fuck. who's there?"

One said. I squeezed my eyes shut, digging my nails into my palm. The type of people that come here at this time of night aren't good.

A man came and glanced over the scraps, and stared at me.

"Here."

He said, grabbing my black leather jacket and yanking me up over the metal.

I looked up and saw the two of them, one holding me, and the other examining me.