Beyond The Smoke

"How'd it happen this time?" Ally asked me, cleaning my wounds up.

"I pissed Eveline off again, and the fight must've opened up the scab." I said quickly, flinching at the sting the alcohol provided as it sanitized the laceration. Eveline was my most sadistic client. My attitude didn't help the fact.

"Kid, you've got to stop doing this. I get it, shit happens, but not this often."
She puffed, dressing the wounds. I may not be a child, but her 31 years of age to my 19 was enough of a gap, it was acceptable.

"It's not that bad..." I was playing dumb. I knew it, and she did too.

"Take off the shirt and turn around." She demanded, in that stern motherly tone. I gave in, lifting the thin, bloodstained material over my head, revealing the many scars littering my body. After turning around I heard her sigh.

"You know what I'm seeing, right?"
She sounded pained, her voice betraying her.

I said nothing, turning back around and lighting a smoke, it was all I could do to cope anymore.