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We met at hell

   My mind was a blank,you could paint a canvas but in a hour the paint would have melted off,leaving me only left with sticky mess.I guess that's how my memory worked.How everything worked.Yet in a way I could remember certain things.Things that somehow squeezed their way through my thick head.And went straight to the back of my throat.Just waiting to let loose from my dry mouth.

    So while the youth master had been screaming his entire head off,all I could do was smile.My eyes were dulled with the idea that I could ever listen to someone as hypocritical as this guy.Word around the water cooler,He was cheating on his wife with two male strippers.In my opinion,I think it was three. that not only made his anger raise ,but a smile that made her laugh.

  "Whatcha smiling at boy? You think it's good to read about this stuff huh? HUH?!"He spat on my face as he raised one of my playboys that I had hidden in my disease-infested bag.If you looked into the right light,you could see the biggest vein popping out from his bald head.I could see his rage as he flipped through the pages,murmurs began to appear from the rest of the children.I rubbed my shoulder nervously as the whispers grew louder.Until finally a chuckle was heard from the group of children gathered.

  I held my breath.My eyes slightly glancing around the room looking for the squeaky sound of laughter that had made the room grow silent.The bald man took a step backward,His shoes slowly turning on the polished floor.In front of him was a girl chuckling under her breathe.I tilted my head trying to see her,trying to paint the picture of the voice.In a way I felt abit if guilt as the man approached the small girl.

"You think this is funny..?" The man asked, the steadiness in his voice made me sick to my stomach.

"Yes,I find it funny.Do you find it funny pimp?" She sweetly answered,glancing from his badly worn out shoes to the shining light sprung upon his head.

"What did you just call me..?"

" well you should know,shouldn't you? All strippers love their big bald pimps right?"His face fell flat,I watched him grinding his teeth and holding back his fist as the girl kept chirping on.i had to keep myself from smiling as I leaned closer at the edge of my chair.

"Oh and I bet you just love that sweet,nice, warm taste of cum all over your mouth don't ya? I bet you just love it all over your face,and maybe all over your small tiny pathetic size of a dick. Not even your wife's vibrator is that small." She couldn't hold it in,she let it all out on him.The baldman had fallen on his own sword of disappointment.He had no words,other than the ones he muttered to himself.

The baldman grabbed the girl from her chair and gripped her shoulder tightly as he headed towards the door.Tossing her out,as if she wasn't telling the truth.I stood up,with no knowledge of who I am,what I believed or what any of it meant.All I knew in that moment was I wanted to meet that girl.I needed to.I made my way to the door.Ignoring the comments made as I stepped outside to the nostalgic feeling of no return.

I saw her,she leaned against the church's heavy brick walls.Her hand crept to the side of her own bruised leg and slid a small and damp cigarette from the tip of her ripped laced stockings.I looked down at the bended stick of habits rubbing between her fingers.Her dry mouth held the cig in place as she lit the addition,letting the smoke surround them as she took a puff,I let myself indulge in her.The grey clouds between us,holding each of our lungs tightly until the smoke dissipated.

"H-Hi.." I muttered,frozen in my own desires as I watched her more.
She looked up.I quickly turned away,she smiled in response.
 
"Hey so,I uh saw what you did in there-"

"Heh i know, I'm pathetic. But so is everyone on this fucking earth " she cut me off as she put away her small engraved lighter.Her skeleton-like fingers wrapped around it.Feeling each dent on the side.She took a deep breath before shoving it in her stitched up pockets.

"You know you really shouldn't smoke"I spoke softly.Her eyes unknowingly rolled to the other side,avoiding my confrontation.
"Says the one who brings playboys to a church" she mutters underneath her breath
I cautiously slid closer.Which made my approach much more unsettling.

"So,why'd you do it..?"I felt a tug on my throat.
" do what?" Her face shifted away from mine. I slumped down next to her shoeless feet.
" You know..Say all of that stuff..?"
"If I didn't,who would?" I was stiff until finally glancing back at a package of camels tauntingly peaking through her burned and beaten down jacket."well..do you mind if I bum one..?"I gulped,staring straight ahead at the empty parking lot.She turned towards me,Her eyes meeting mine.She smiled, a smile that could bring man to their bare knees.
"You know for a Mormon boy, your alright"
I felt my face light up with red ribbons tied around my cheeks.