Weird People

Chapter 6

Day 45

Last week was heavy for Laurence. She has learned that she couldn't stay at her usual homeless shelter after violently banging someone's head on a wall for food. It was the first time she was homeless. The streets were dark, and the lights were flickering. It was empty, nearly nightmare-ish. She was in front of a bar, her most clean black skirt and a white tank top. She hoped she could get enough for a room. Near three 'o' clock, a familiar face passed near her. It was Charles and two of his guys, Mike and Chuck.

- Hey, Laurence.

- Shut your mouth.

- Don't be like that. How are you? Still sleeping outside?

- Sure.

- I'll take the usual by the way.

- Not tonight, Charles. I worked my ass off all day.

- I'll add-

- Dude, she said no.

The man took his wallet from his back pocket, a thick envelope of black leather with enough money to buy a house with it. He looked at her with devilish eyes and then stared and her small skinny legs.

- I said no, dude. Go fuck someone else.

- But you don't get to say no.

- I do. It's not because I'm doing this job that I'll suck you for money.

- Well, you do want food, right?

The prostitute was left speechless.

- Dude.

- You two, leave me here. I'll join you in a few minutes.

The guys were forced to listen. Mike nodded his head, smiled at the girl and entered the bar with Chuck. Charles opened his wallet and took a few hundreds. He then walked near a darker alley than the one they were asking Laurence to follow him. He unzips his tight jeans and let the girl do her magic.

- I still can't believe he didn't just give her the money. The girl is homeless.

Chuck was on his phone, ignoring him.

- I mean, if it was my sister, I would do so. Laurence is technically that, no?

- ...

- It's only a matter of time before she gets arrested. How many times as she done this? It's Laurence. I can't believe she is doing this while being against such behaviours. When she was younger, she'd tell me about how wrong she thought it was. She saw this tranny near Le Glebe. He was wearing a sparkly white gown with winter boots asking people for money. She would look at me, her and her ten years old eyes. She would ask me why people ridicule those things.

- ...

- The poor dude, still. I wonder how's life for him. He had this long brown wig with bangs in front. There were braids. In the middle of winter, no coat. Only winter boots. It makes me so depressed. Then, my sister asked me all these questions, even thought I'm the younger one. I still Hella knew that was a tranny and why the tranny was there. He was homeless. Just standing there waiting for someone to pick him up and take him home. But what if there was no home, only Le Glebe, dark and empty, in the middle of the winter.

- ...

- It's funny, because we are here. I can see the street name from here. You can see how fucking disrespectful you are. Drop your phone, Chuck. You fucking faggot.

Mike pushed the phone and it left on the floor while Charles re-enters the bar.

- Dude, my phone.