Listen // c.a

The Hoe at the club..

"Come here baby." The woman purred in Chresanto's ear as he sat on the bar stool, at the local bar. He sat there and stared at her for a while, debating on weather or not he should go with her and let her give him head -he figured that's what she was going to do. She was dressed like a hoe anyways.

"Go with her..."

"Let her satisfy you with her dirty mouth..."

The voices said aloud in his head. Chresanto shook his head, and stood up. He wanted to speak for himself for once. He smiled at the woman, and nodded. "I'm commin' but what you Finna do?" He asked, curiously.

"It doesn't matter! Just go!"

"Your gonna fuck everything up Chresanto! Just like you always do!"

"Go!"

The voices chanted in his head. He decided to just listen, and smiled at her again. "It don't matter ma, let's go." He said, licking his lips. She held out her hand, and he stared at it then looked back up at her. He didn't trust her enough to take her hand. "I'll just follow you." He said, staring her deep in her eyes. "Okay." She smiled, and started walking off with Chresanto following close behind. She would occasionally look back to make sure he was following.

Chres didn't worry on where they were going, because the voices wouldn't let him worry. They would call him names, and scream at him for being scared. So he wouldn't let himself get scared.

The woman walked Him to an alley, then got on her knees. "How much you chargin'?" He asked casually. "Nothin'." She simply said smirking at him. She motioned for him to come and stand infront of her, and he did.

"There you go." She said, standing up, smiling.

"Kill her"

All of the voices chanted together. She was already walking back into the club. "No." Chres muttered.

"Do it now!"

One of the voices screamed at him. It was the deepest out of all of the voices. The one that scared him the most. "But she's gone now, and she didn't even do anything." Chres said to himself -well, the voices.

"Chresanto! She touched you in a bad way! Why would you let someone do that to you!"

One of the voices yelled at him. He closed his eyes shut, and quit walking. Now the voices were about to chant mean and hurtful things to him. He jut knew it.

"Your so stupid!"

"You're dirty now!"

"You don't want to kill her!? Your scared?"

"Pussy!"

"Are you scared you little bitch?!"

All of the voices screamed at him. They screamed at him to the point where he was pissed.

"Yeah, that's right! Get mad bitch!"

The deepest voice yelled at him.

"Go.kill.her.Now! Show her she can't touch you like that!"

The voice that was a woman's roared at him. He clenched his fists, and walked into the club. On the hunt for that woman, that had touched him "inappropriately."