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"J-just l-leme do s-something for you D." Marry said itching her arm.

Danielle step back as she watched Marry cry for a dime bag. Danielle never put her feelings in when she had to deal crack and pills, but with Marry it was different. She was doing so good for the past 11 months, but after she dropped the baby and started working her own money she went back to her old ways.

Her newborn was only 6 months and her oldest was 2. Danielle knew what it was like to have parents strung out on drugs and so she didn't want to give Marry any. Marry also looked like she could drop any minute, and Danielle didn't want any part of it.

"Merry you look sick. You need to go to the hospital." Danielle said sticking her hands in her pocket.

Marry eyes light up, she thought Danielle was going to give her what she needed but Danielle's hands never came out of her pocket. Marry thought Danielle was playing with her and so she blew up on her.

"When the fuck did you start caring about me huh? You use to just give me what I needed without any hesitation!" She yelled.

Marry was right. In the beginning, Danielle would just give Marry what she needed without any hesitation. It was a smooth trade-off and Danielle kept it pushing. Things change though when she met Marry's son, Isiah. She saw herself in Isiah and so she didn't feel comfortable selling to Marry anymore. Whenever Marry would ask her for a fix Danielle would lie to her and tell her that she didn't have anything.

This time Danielle couldn't lie to her because Marry caught her red-handed selling crack to one of the junkies.

"I'm not selling you shit Marry so you need to go." Danielle said calmly. Marry stood there pleading with Danielle, but when she noticed that Danielle wasn't going to budge she cursed her and walked away in a hurry.

"Man, I can't do this shit no more." Danielle said running her hand down her face.

She started selling for the sole purpose of trying to maintain a living and save up for college, but shit was becoming too hard for her. At first, everything was great and the money was pouring in, but after she witnessed a couple of homies get killed, ran from the cops on more than one occasion, got shot at, and was almost stabbed she didn't want to sell anymore.

The money she got from selling and on top of the paycheck she got from working was great, but it was starting to get to a point where it wasn't even worth it. Every day was a game of life and death and as of right now death was about to win.