July 7th

June 30

I walked over to Mika's house, and knocked on her bedroom window. Luckily enough, she noticed and walked over, opening the window. "Hey, what's up?" She said in a hyper, cheerful voice. "What's Damion's address?" I asked, not bothering to make small talk. I wanted to get a sample of Alina's writing, no matter what. "I-I don't know." she replied. "Well, give me something!" I insisted. "You told him about me having to live in a fucking alley, so you obviously have contact with him!"

She looked down. "He threatened me with a gun. W-What was I supposed to do?" She muttered. "All I have is his friend's phone number, but he probably knows." 

"Well then tell me what it is!" I growled, almost in a yell. She walked away for a second, and returned with a slip of paper, with numbers written on it. "Yeah, thanks, see ya." I said, turning around, about to walk away. I then remembered that I smashed my phone. I turned back around, and Mika was still there. "Could I use you phone?" I asked, trying to be as nice as possible. "Sure." She said, tossing her phone into my hands. I dialed the number written on the paper. After the phone rang a few times, a shy voice, almost like Mika's, answered. "Hello? Mika?" The voice asked. "Hell no. This is the guy living in the alley. I want to know where Damion lives. Tell me." I said through the phone. "I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't. I can't." The voice responded. "I cut Damion, and I'll cut you too, worse, if you don't tell me." I growled. The voice didn't respond for a few moments. He caved, and I received Damion's address. I memorized it, and hung up, handing the phone back to Mika, then walking away without saying anything, heading straight towards Damion's house. When I got there, I knocked on the door, waiting for an answer. "Hang on!" A voice yelled from in the house. I heard footsteps approaching the door. The door opened, and I saw Damion standing there, shock and rage written all over his face. "Hey, any chance Ali's ever wrote you a letter or something?" I asked. "Why the hell do you want to know?" He retorted. "Just for an experiment." I said. "C'mon, please? I'm really sorry about your hand." I insisted, faking sympathy as best I could. He hesitated, but then invited me in. He walked back to his room, grabbing an angry letter to him, from Alina. "There you go. Now get out." He said. I nodded and walked out, closing the door behind me. I had what I needed. Everything I needed. Now I could follow through with my plan.