Heroine [Sillie]

+The Dealer's Assistant+

+Sadie+

Ah, midnight. The perfect time to run some errands. Nobody is really awake at this hour, except for drunk people who went clubbing on this Friday night slash Saturday morning. After buying myself a pack of Marlboro cigarettes and some wacky box of candy, I stuff the heroin in the box and wait for my last costumer for the night outside of the gas station. A couple minutes later, a big black truck approaches me and rolls the tinted window down. The guy behind the wheel motions for me to go around the car to get in the front seat. I obey.

Once in the car, I lit a cigarette and he starts asking questions. "How is it?" I shrug as I let out a sigh. "I don't test the product, I'm just the sales bitch." I answer him. It was quite in the car before I hear him looking through his pocket and the sweet sound of paper against paper. He holds out a couple hundred bucks in front of my face and I take it before handing him the box of candy. "What the fuck is this?" He questions, raising his tone. "Open it." I say before he gets his testies in a twist. I hear him tearing open the box and digging through it before letting out a sigh. "Crafty." He had said. I nodded before we take off so he can drive me to my next location.

It was quite in the car for a while until he started asking me questions. "How's school?" What is he, my dad? Who the fuck asks that? "I don't know. I haven't been in like three days." I answer as I ash my cigarette on the floor. I'm sure he won't mind again. "You don't have any friends or a boyfriend?" I had to laugh. "A boyfriend? Dude, I'm gay." I put my cigarette out and stare out the window, watching the city fly past in a dim blur. "Gay? I wasn't expecting that, you're just too pretty to be a lesbian." He spoke. What the fuck does that mean? I know I'm not some fashion model, but I'm not so ugly. "Excuse me?" I ask.

The man was scatter brained as he tried to explain himself. "Well like I don't mean it like that, I'm just saying you're so pretty that you should have tons of boys after you." "I'm sure I do, but they're all wasting their precious time trying to get with me." I check my nails with a deep exhale through the nose. He didn't dare speak again, only drove me to my destination. When we got there, he let me out in front of this thrift store that was closed due to it being so late. "Tell Joe to respond to my poker invite." The man tells me as I jump out of the truck. I give him a fake smile before shutting the door and zooms away.

I was alone in this dark and quiet shopping strip and I had to walk behind it to the warehouses. My boss Joe owns a warehouse where we do all of our business. He got it after his parents died in a plane crash and it was used for shoes until Joe took it and claimed he used it for storage and a living space. As I was walking to the warehouse behind the shopping center, I saw Joe in the distance just standing outside smoking. It looked like he was on the phone too. I could almost hear his conversation as I got closer to him. "Yeah, well I had enough...okay, but-...no no no, I had it all on Wednesday until my assistant started doing alley deals." Oh great, it's about me.

"Yeah like just standing outside of clubs and asking people if they were interested...yeah, so I had all of it, but we were running low so we dipped-...yeah!" He started raising his voice and I now stood in front of him with my hands in my pockets. Joe held out his hand and I give him the money we earned from tonight before plucking the cigarette from his fingers and taking a little puff. I learned that it was marijuana and started hacking and spitting. I hate the taste. "Hold on, I have her here," he rests the phone on his shoulder and turns to me. "Did you take a key from Charlie's stash?" He had asked.

I actually did because of my mom's stupid boyfriend. He demanded it. "Dacre." That's all I had to say and Joe rolled his eyes and stomped his foot. "I'm sorry, it's all my assistants fault and I promise I'll get you another key by Monday, okay?" So now he's blaming me. I mean yeah it's sort of my fault since I'm the one who took it. I just don't like to be blamed in these types of situations, you feel me? "Great, thank you, bye." My boss quickly hung up the phone before taking the joint from me. "So Dacre needed a key?"

I nodded and we went inside. The warehouse wasn't as big as you'd think it be since it was sandwiched between other warehouses with legal businesses. It was just a big windowless box with a smaller box in the middle near the back wall that was the bathroom. On one side of the bathroom was a little kitchen that Dacre had put in since he moved in and on the other side of the bathroom was his bedroom, which was basically just a bed and his dresser and a tv. The rest of the warehouse was what he called his office, where he made heroin, cocaine, ecstasy, and sometimes held weed from Chicago.

"Yep. King's orders." I sigh out before heading back to his "bedroom" so we can chill and watch anime on his VHS. Joe groans before flopping onto his bed. I jump up to sit on his dresser. "Fuck that guy. He's messed up my business so many times." The adult brunette male spoke with his voice muffled as his face was in his pillow. "I'm sorry." "Don't be. I know you have to do it or else there are certain consequences. If anyone should feel sorry," he turned his head so I could hear him much clearer. "It should be me."

Joe understands my living conditions, family life, the past. We've known each other for five years, I met him when I was twelve at a park during a parade. I had ran away from Dacre through a crowd of people and bumped into some guy who had asked me what was wrong and if I was okay. Nobody had ever asked me that before with so much genuine concern, so I had told him and he took me to the playground where he bought me some ice cream and then we talked about our parents. At first I thought he was so predator or a kidnapper and when I told him that, he laughed and told me that he was just someone who had once been in my position and wanted to protect me. That was the first time I felt like someone could actually relate to me.

"Did we get a new shipment yet?" I jump off of the dresser to go to his kitchen. "No, not until Thursday. In fact I was smoking the last bit of weed he sent." Joe tells me as I flick the switch for the kitchen light, but the lights remained off. I try again before giving up with a sigh and going to the fridge to look for something to eat. "Your light won't come on, did you know that?" I shout as I grab a beer and crack it open. "Yeah, the bulb exploded. I bought the wrong one." I hum in response as I chug the can, not really interested in his excuse.

I go back to his bedroom and lean against his dresser before he sat up to wipe his finger beneath his nose. "Have you found any girls?" Joe questions. I've encountered a few girls within the past week, but not for Joe. Not for me either, since no girl here wants to date me. "Nope." I pop the 'p'. The man sighs. "It's been so long, I feel like I'm going bananas. I need pussy, Sadie." "I think the pet store up the hill has one for sale." I kid. The brunette male glares at me before grabbing a pillow and tossing it my way. I dodge it before giggling and sipping my beer. "That wasn't very funny." He tells me with a lazy chuckle. It was funny though.

"You don't need sex to live, you need some actual food in your fridge." I tell him and he rolls his eyes. "You don't understand, Sadie. I get so lonely being in this building all the time and I just want some human interaction." Joe tries to explain. I get down on the floor and sit in front of him. "When's the last time you had sex?" He asked me. Ugh, this question. What even is sex? I don't like that word very much, it's so disgusting and weird. I shrug my shoulders as I stare into my half empty beer can. "Have you ever had like...consensual sex?" That question has to be even worse than the first one.

Bad memories start to flood my mind and my eyes flood with tears as I shake my head, not looking up at him just yet. I hate crying, it makes me look and feel weak. I can't be weak, I've been hurt by doing that my whole life. I blink my tears away. "Sadie." Joe's voice became calmer and he sounds so sincere. I shake my head a little and take a deep breath. "It's fine, it's fine. I don't see the big deal in any of that stuff anyway." I tell him. I could hear the older man let out an exhale through his nose before he stood up from his bed.

The sounded of paper crumpling together filled the quiet room before some footsteps. "Here." He spoke so quietly I almost couldn't understand him. I look up from the can and at him before glancing down at his hand which was extended to me. He held out some money to me and I accept it. "Do you wanna stay here for tonight? Maybe watch a few movies? I could go get us some snacks." The brunette man offered. I shook my head. I would love to, but I think I'd like to be alone for the rest of the night. "No, you can just drive me home." I respond as I chug the rest of my drink and stood up. Joe pat my shoulder, flashed me a smile, and then led me outside to his car.

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I don't think I updated last week and if I didn't it was because I was out of town and had a lot going on so I couldn't look at my phone much.

Also happy pride month to all my LGBT+ readers💙💜💖 I like all men and women

What do you think of Joe? Is he a great guy or what?💊