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"You're makin' a deal with the devil."
Venus DiLaurentis (aka Star) lives a life hidden by her overly religious father. Whereas her long time relationship with the drug dealer Michael has always been strong, it causes some un...
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Michael~
𝔗he sky was dark and cloudy. And obviously it was gonna start raining so I start walking faster through the dark streets. I could hear thunder but I felt no rain yet. But this don't gotta stop me. I'm desperate.
Not sure why I'm even awake at 4am but these days sleep ain't even a word
I turn the corner around the alley and look around for that certain someone. And no, not Diana.
I pull up my hood just so I won't be too recognized around here. I turn my head to see just the person I was lookin' for. I slowly walk up to him, hands dug deep into my pockets and my feet splash in the puddles around the area.
"Jerry gimme half your shit and I'll trade you $20." I say, looking around continuously because this place is infested by police around this time. He slowly blinks at me, raising a brow
"If you want half, you gotta give me at least 50 bucks son." He replies and I jerk my head back, lightly kicking over the cardboard box that he uses as a bed.
"Really Jer? You gon rip me off like that? After all the months of me sellin' all that shit to you? Come on Jer."
He proceeds to hold out his dirty hand motioning for me to hand him the money and I roll my tired eyes, "Look kid, you have it good on your end. I actually need the money." He says but that's obviously an excuse cuz he uses money to just buy drugs but whatever
"Ight fine. I'll give you all I have, but you better give me all your coke. I sold it to you so I know what's up and what you have. Give it here, and I'll give you the money." I shrug and he squint his eyes at me skeptically.
He slowly lifts up a heap of dirty clothes and feels around for the drugs as I hungrily wait for em. I'm not sayin' im gonna use these drugs right away. I'm actually trying to stop. This is just when I go down to the breaking point
Because I'm planning to tell Star about the necklace.
Memories about her mama talkin about how proud she was gonna be of me and Star, keep replaying and replaying like a damn broken record so imma make things right as of now. This guilt is gonna stop
Because of this guilt, the drugs keep callin my name.
He pulls out the coke and slowly lifts it up to me and I look down at it as I lick my lips, slowly approaching it.
I take it from his hand, then I pretend to dig into my pocket to bring out money, but then my feet start moving and I run away as fast as I could as I heard him yelling profanity at me to come back, while he made no effort to catch me
Baddest thing I've done all year..on my own accord
I ran down to the gas station to catch my breath and I look back just to see nobody following me. So I can keep my guard down again.
