*VIOLENCE, LANGUAGE*
“Jesus Christ, where the hell are we?”
I stared out the window as we passed through a rather
decrepit neighborhood. The buildings sagged under age, tattered sheets hung in
place of curtains, and every corner featured a group of prostitutes, or maybe a
drug addict or two.
My husband sighed and glanced over at me. “We’re going to
get there eventually.”
“If you had listened to me back there…”
“What, when you said to turn left?”
I snorted. “No, I said turn right, not left. See? You never
listen to me.”
James ran a hand across his face and pulled to a stop at a
red light. The only sound in the car was our even breaths, and I wondered how
we got to this point.
Not even being lost, but the point when our marriage began
to go sour.
“Let’s just ask someone, okay?” He began to roll down my
window and I slammed on the window control to stop him. James drew his hand up,
confused, and stared at me. “Something wrong?”
I couldn’t tell him. If he found out about my past, he’d
have my head on a platter. A former meth distributor marrying the assistant prosecutor
for the county? Spelled a recipe for disaster if he knew what I’d done.
“No,” I finally said. “Nothing at all.” I swallowed as the
window rolled down with a swooshing noise and a young woman approached.
“Hey,” she said, her rancid breath overwhelming against my
cheek as she leaned into the open window. I could smell the drugs and alcohol
on her. After awhile, the scents began to seep from the very pores on your
skin, and you can’t escape it. Her face was pockmarked with open sores, where
she’d dug at her skin in an effort to relieve herself of the non-existent bugs
meth made her believe were crawling along her bones. And her teeth, yellowed,
were cracking and beginning to fall from her mouth. Even after all that, she
thought she was sexy. “Y’all need something tonight?”
“Ah…” James paused, unable to comprehend the implication
behind the woman’s words.
Rolling my eyes, I looked at her and snapped my fingers. The
drug lord buried deep inside surfaced to take charge of this addict. Her head
swiveled to face me.
“No, we’re not interested in whatever whore service you’re
offering. I won’t pay for your drugs. Where’s the freeway from here?”
She blinked and chortled. “Like I would offer you rich
bitches anything, anyway. The freeway’s up your ass, bitch.”
The woman turned to walk away, but I slammed my door open
and took her to her knees. James’s mouth dropped open, but I didn’t care. I
stepped out and drug the addict to the curb by her hair.
“Disrespect me?” My fist met her nose and she cried out in
pain. “You fucking dumbass. Do you even know who you’re fucking with?” She
shook her head and tried to focus through the blurry tears. I leaned close and
whispered a single name to her. “Red.”
Fear filled her eyes and I smirked. The long repressed need
to dominate came over me, and I stood and dragged her to a dark alley. James
climbed from the vehicle to chase me down, but he was assailed by several
prostitutes and delayed.
I slammed the addict against the brick wall and inhaled the
sweet scent of adrenaline. “Where’s the freeway, you skank? Tell me now or I’ll
see to it you never get another hit from this town or the four surrounding it.”
She sputtered under my grip, so I loosened it some. “Turn
right over here and go down six blocks. You’ll see signs.”
When I stepped back, she fell to her knees. Using my toe, I
tilted her chin up to look at me.
“You tell anybody and everybody you know that Red is home to
play.”
The prostitutes separated when I emerged from the alley, and
I grabbed James’s arm to shove him in the passenger seat.
“This time, I drive.”
~End~
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