The Price To Pay

Chapter 8

Reality finally hit me as I walked the streets of LA. What did I do? Mom would never let you back home now. Besides my mom, I didn't have anybody. I didn't have anything. I was on my own. And that's when someone came to mind, Rosco.

I walked for what seemed like hours. I couldn't remember the name of the street Greyson's house was on , so I went off of memory. I saw Brimm St. so I knew I had to be close. And there it was, the same dim light in the window.

Lots of cars, more than I remember the first night I came here. I walked to the front door and rang the bell. Loud music was playing inside, I guess they were having a party. I stood for about five minutes before anybody could even realize I was at the door. The door creaked open, but it was neither Rosco or Greyson. It was a tall, skinny girl. She was barely dressed. A golden synthetic bra and pantie set. "Some.....bitch is at your door" she said. Judging by the way her eyes twirled, she seemed drunk.

"Move." Said a familiar voice. It was Greyson. "What you doing here?" He asked, hollow. I inhaled. "Rosco here?" "Will be, why?" "I need to talk to him." I said. He looked at me up and down, but finally opened the door and allowed me to wait.

"Excuse the decor" he said, pointing to the girls outstretched on the floor and couch.

"Rosco'll be here in a minute, so um, make yourself at home." We sat there for the next forty-five minutes. And then the door flew open.

"The hell she doing here?" said the tall figure. It was Rosco, but he didn't look his normal self. More like a zombie. But flashy. His face was sunken in. And his eyes. Those cold eyes were bloodshot red, and they stared at me. "Rosco, we need to talk." I said. He scanned the room for Greyson and stared at him, and then he shot back to me.

"C'mon, let's talk" he said, gesturing for me to follow him into the place we fell in love. "So what's up?" he asked. "Me and my mom got into a big fight, and I moved out. I need a place to stay and I was hoping that I can stay with you." He paused. But then he started to smile. A bigger smile than usual. "Of course babygirl." he said, almost urgently. I knew I could count on Rosco. If not anyone else in this world I know I can count on him.

"You okay?" I asked. "your face looks skinny" "I'm in my relaxing state if you know what I mean." he explained. "No, I dont" Suddenly, Rosco walked over to his drawer, and pulled out a silver pan with straight lines of white powder. "Sniff it" he ordered. "What is that?" "A gateway to heaven" he said with a smile. I laughed. What did that mean? Without thinking. I took the rolled up dollar that layed across the table, and sniffed a line of the mysterious white powder.