Book 1 - Slit My Wrist, Hope to Die

Chapter 25 - Loyal

"Are you phyiscally active?"

"I guess so, "Alex shurgs. "Does sex count?" she desired to say, but just decided to keep her mouth shut.

"Alright... Did you or have you ever..."

       "Jesus christ, these are pointless. Can we just get this over with already? I don't need this. Well, do I? No. No, no. I don't need this. Ugh, I just want to get out of here. Fucking hell, POINTLESS! All pointless questions. Just send me home. Now, please. Answer... Ugh, Blah, blah, blah!
       "I don't want to be here anymore. Answer... I say ugh a lot, wow. I wonder how Tate is doing. I hope he's great. There better be no girl on the side. Fucking hell, better not be. I'll kill him. Answer... Sigh. I think a lot. Why? Why don't I just be quiet for once? Not just out loud but in my head as well. I never stop. Answer..."

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            Her ass was being sniffed spotless by Nick when Tate walked in on them. Tate clenched his jaw as he walked by them two and another group. He gripped his bag and made his way upstairs through the six story apartment building. Deciding to take the stairs instead of the elevator, he had to make his way through the bottles, groups, yelling, fights and so on up to the fifth floor. Cliche.
             Vomit was snailing down the stairs along with a couple drinks he couldn't make out. He avoided and skiped steps to get there faster. He didn't like staying there at all and hurried up. As he made his way through floors three and two, he went over passed out "residents" and loud music playing at top volume. The wallpaper were peeled and cracked. The floor squeaked and cracked as he took each step.
                Floors four and five, his destination at last, were and are loud moaning and "foggy". There were blood stains on the wall and floor, trailing down the stairs and that even got traced back to some apartments. "Wonderful," Tate muttered to himself. There were shells on the floor and the lights in the hallway were blinking. "Why isn't this piece of shit building even here? Middle of the alley, hidden. Well hidden. Jesus." Tate went to Liam's apartment. 5-40. Knock, knock, knock.

"Come in." Liam said from the other side.

"Okay," Tate opened the door and walked in. "Hey, sir." He placed the bag on the kitchen counter that was hidden in trash. The second you walked in, you were greeted with the smell of weed and a midly trashy living room on the right. The kitchen was on the right and the hallway was left untouched as it lead to three different rooms and a bathroom.  "Here's your money."

"Oh, good, good!" Liam said in his Australian accent. "You've done so much in a little time since I met you. I'm proud." Liam took a cigarette out of his pocket and a lighter. "Want?"

"No, thanks." Tate stood in the middle of the living room awkwardly as Liam sat on the couch, with a prostitue under one arm while the other ate her out. Tate couldn't help but get erected as they did their thing.

"Here," Liam took a stack full of cash and gave half to Tate. "Your cut."

"Thanks. Anything else you need?"

"Yes, actually." Liam whispered a couple words to the women and they hid in a room. "Sit." Liam got up and pointed to the seat. "Go on."

Tate slowly walked over, sat down and put the money in his pocket. "Okay, sir. What is it?"

"I just want to know how loyal you are willing to be."

"To death, sir." He was playing it smart.

"Really? That's the first I've ever hear a new guy say."

Tate gave a smirk. "That's odd. You'd think they'd be smarter."

Liam chuckled. "I like you." He took out his phone and started typing a text. "That's why I'm just making sure, you know, you don't fuck me over." Liam stood in the middle of the living room as he started at his phone. Blunk-pop. He read the message. "Alright, so you're going to prove you're loyal. That you're willing to listen to me no matter what and you can do some grim shit. I remember when Nick bailed on that job I gave him and sent you instead. I took one look and just knew that you were better than Nick. I can't think of a correct phrase."