Habits

Chapter 1~Conceal To Not Feel~

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Depression, a heavy drug addiction, and completely piss poor past.

I'm surprised I made it past 16, I'm really supposed to be dead by now. Look at me now, 19 soon to be 20, living in a crap apartment with 2 guys that once used me for sex and always high out my mind.

Jason was the tallest, broad shoulders, toned body, one arm with asleeve of tattoos, long hair but he always kept it in a bun, and those beautiful ocean eyes.

(Pun intended)

He was nice to me, always found a way to keep my head up, protected me, unlike Slim.

He would never tell me his real name, so I just spend half my time pondering about what it could be.

He was fair skinned, half Latino half American, green eyes brown hair, tattoos literally everywhere, and he was built. When I say built, I mean 20 years in prison type of built.

Which is, somewhat, the case.

Slim was 13 when he got arrestedand spent 15 years in prison with no bail. I can only imagine.

Somethings Jason really didn't know is what goes on behind closed doors when I'm alone with Slim and it's never fun. I do my best to hide the bruises and act as if I'm not in pain, but Jason's no fool.

It funny because Slim used to really be so nice to me. We all met when I was an underaged stripper.

He told me he knew me and didn't want me stripping any more and said he was going to help me. My naïve ass of course believed him.

Yes, I stopped stripping, but I just dodged a bullet to get shot with another.

The longer I stayed with them themore he started to use me for his "business". I was his runner and...test dummy you can say.

Not only I delivered drugs for him, I also took it for him and whenever he wants some play, guess who'sthere to give it to him.

Shit sucks, terribly. I hated it but I loved the adrenaline rush it gave me you know.

I don't get any of the money from the profit, so I was forced to get a job, which I was actually about to be late to.

I put my shoes on and rushed out the door to the subway.

10 hours of crappy tips, ass smacks, getting food spilled on me, and bum rushed in the subway later, I finally made it back home.

I opened the door, kicked myshoes off and hung my coat up. I walked in the living room to see Jason sitting on the couch smoking out of a pipe.

"How did you findmy pipe? I thought I hid that from you." He chuckled and blew out a cloud of smoke.

"You're not good at hiding things." I sat down next to him and put my feet up on his thighs.

"No, you're just not good at staying out my shit." I took a pull from it and blew it out.

He gently rubbed my feet as we sat and smoked together.

"Where's Slim?" Iasked after noticing a weird silence in the house.

"Making another run. That's the third one in two weeks. Either we're getting more clients, or someone is stealing from us. Because the money sure isn't matching the amount of product being 'sold'."

I bit my lip softly and looked away. An awkward silence fell betweenus, I can feel his eyes burning the side of my face. "Myra?"

He broke the silence. "Hm?" I responded without looking at him.