Music's Escape

Music's Escape Chapter 4

Ch.4

Like i said, i never liked the ratchet style. But its like in my dna. So i was walking to Raul's market and my phone rang. I picked it up reading a blocked number and answered.

"Ally." I said, still keeping my eyes forward. Here, I had to be aware. I knew it was risky answering but I wasn't "in the territory" yet.

"Hey" said the voice. I stopped when i recognized the voice.

"How did you get my number?!" i asked harshly. I didn't like being tested, or stolen from.

"Hey, master theif. I find it as an insult that you wouldnt expect this from me!" I could feel Tanner have a smirk on his face. I was approaching the gate.

"Listen, I can't talk now. Don't call me again." I whispered and I shut it off. I put my head up as I walked to the gatesman.

He stared at me as if I were new. I stated the password and my name with confidence. I knew if I showed any signs of weakness I would be dead on the spot. He opened the gate and I walked in slowly. I saw people creepy in the corners and a huge dark tent. It illuminated as if it were a circus tent, but this was no circus. I opened the flap and peaked my head in.

"Ah! Ally! Come in!" Raul said joyfully in his Arab accent. I was never good at accents, but I have known Raul for so long I dont even notice it. A chubby man steps up to me and says, "ID. A_me_ia__y" he says. I can't understand him and then i see whats in his mouth. Nothing. Nothing at all. His tounge was cut off. They do that to rats around here so i quickly brought out my drivers licence. It was fake, but it still had my picture and name. He gave it back and i approached Raul.

Raul grinned with his ugly ass teeth. Between were some green shit, and the rest were molded with yellow. I fished into my bag, and it felt like the size of the Grand Canyon. I finally got out the money. Raul was my supplier. I was, and am, a part time drug dealer. I dont like it, but when you are in the ghetto you'll do anything for food. I hand him the money and he counts it. When he is done, he grins. "Nice job, another well paid week." He states. He snaps his fingers. Two escorts grab my arms and walk me out. Their cold dry big hands feel weird, as if suffocating my arms with plastic. They walk me out of the tent and let me go. I fall, and get my skinny jeans wet from the dirty puddles. I was about to go "Sharkeisha" on them as I would to others, but i held my tongue because of where I was. They could kill me on impact, so I should watch myself. I put my hands in my sweatshirt and walk out. I pass the gate and walk a few more feet. I hear rustling behind me. I see a familiar Yankees cap. I walk to the trash cans to see Tanner, watching me.