Just Trying To Get By

Just Trying to Get By

December 19th

It has been a long 3 hours of yelling,screaming, and fighting. It's like I could I can feel my

voice box slowly deteriorating into a big pile of excess waste in my throat. He finished with

his "big finale" and soon later falls asleep. I take my money and run, trying to avoid any

further confrontation.

I was a good girl at one point in my life; Straight A's, good reputation, everyone's friend,

etc.. The only way that's changed is that I actually have to start working to keep that rep by,

you guessed it, fucking for money. Look, don't judge me. Paying for college is not that easy,

once I'm done, my secret life will vanish.

I arrive at a pay phone a few blocks away from that bastards apartment and realize I don't

know who the fuck to call. I put a quarter in the slot, dial the number I desire and hope for

the best. "Pick up... Pick up...", I chant. "We're sorry. The number you have dialed is not in

s-" I put in another quarter to shut that bitch up. Damn, i knew he wouldnt answer. I dial

another, more reliable number. The phone rings this time.

"Hello?", Kells groans. This nigga gettin head, I could hear it.

"Come get me pweaseeeeee." This voice always works.

"I'm busy." As soon as he said that I I hear another bitch moan in the background. Shit,

threesome? I'm proud.

"Nigga, you ain't even hard, with your impotent ass. Come and get me." I gotta sound

determined now, he obviously ain't with that cutsey shit.

I hear a sigh, some mumbling, and the door close. "Ightt, where you at? You owe me."

I tell him the address and hang up. I'm more comfortable around him than anyone, which is

weird, since he's an ex. He don't know about me doing my business and shit, but he

understands what it's like to go through hard times. He offers to help me, but I refuse. I ain't

gonna let no one fucking pity me. If I did it, I'm gonna take the consequences. I don't need

help. I didn't choose to lice this way, its just sorta how it is.

I see him pull up in his busted ass Toyota, he fucking loves this car.

"Fuck you doing out here, its cold as shit." He comes out the car and puts his jacket over

me and walks me to the passenger seat. Its so warm, and snuggly. He gets in his seat and

starts blasting the radio loud, without any questions or comments, just how I like it. The

world is gone for a single moment, where I'm at my calmest.