Up for three days and not feeling nearly like himself. He had been in the basment with HER. Dogface. The little 19 year old drug lord that still bore the facial scars of an early childhood dog mauling. Her left eye was a milky orb partially covered with scar tissue. Blind.
SHE had been in and out all day. Leaving him locked in a room, periodically tossing him foil packets so he could reaqqaint himself with his soul. What time was it? He didn't even know what day it was, but he knew it was morning because he could hear the junkies puking upstairs. He rummaged around for his backpack in a pile of stinking, filthy laundry. He found it, but it was practically empty. "Where are my clothes" he thought. Did SHE take them? He tried to get the door open, but it wouldn't budge. Paranoia.
He thought he would take a bath and wait for HER to get back. When he entered the bathroom, he was hit by a strange smell before he flicked on the light. He turned on the light and saw a miniature lab set op in the tub. A hotplate had been hooked up to a propane tank to cook whatever they were making. He was seized with panic when he noticed the empty perfume bottles scattered about. "Is this what they have been giving me?" he thought. He felt a wave of nausea and began vomiting a dark bile all over the bathroom. Over and over. Sick. Between gasps and sobs he could hear voices. It was HER, but he also heard others. Black man voices. Talking about how much it would cost to have him for a few hours. He heard HER agree to 150$.....
Oh shit...
He scrambled out into the room, grabbing the nearest t-shirt he could see and yanking it over his head. He couldn't find any pants. He was only in his underwaer and he could hear them fiddling with the elaborate array of door locks from the outside. He violentley yanked one of the basement windows open, suprised that it wasent locked. He hoisted himself up once, banging his forehead hard, then a second time, making it out the hole. He was grabbing at shrubs, anything to yank himself as far away from HER as he could possibly get. He could feel his legs and shins getting scraped against the concrete as he struggled, but finally he made it out onto the grass.
He ran. He ran like he had never run in his life. His heart felt like it would explode when he noticed an elderly black couple tending their yard. He screamed at them for help. They were shocked to see an emaciated young junkie bolting down the street in nothing but a t-shirt and underwear. The woman went into the house and got him a robe.
They got him inside and immidiatley he broke down. "What happened?" asked the woman, "Should we call the police?" "NO!" he shouted frantically. The couple looked shocked, as it they werent sure what he would do next. He realized he had to keep his composure it he wanted to get out of this without going to jail.
"I..I'm sorry, can I please use your phone? Please don't call the police, I'll be allright"...They fetched him an old rotary and for a moment he couldn't remember how to use it. He finally managed to dial Audreys number.
Ring..Ring..."Jesus Christ awnswer...Awnswer!!!" Finally he heard a familiar voice on the other end. "Audrey can you please come and get me? I'll tell you when you get here..I'm sorry..no..1323 N. Webster..no..Thank you..See you soon.."
Then he passed out....
SHE had been in and out all day. Leaving him locked in a room, periodically tossing him foil packets so he could reaqqaint himself with his soul. What time was it? He didn't even know what day it was, but he knew it was morning because he could hear the junkies puking upstairs. He rummaged around for his backpack in a pile of stinking, filthy laundry. He found it, but it was practically empty. "Where are my clothes" he thought. Did SHE take them? He tried to get the door open, but it wouldn't budge. Paranoia.
He thought he would take a bath and wait for HER to get back. When he entered the bathroom, he was hit by a strange smell before he flicked on the light. He turned on the light and saw a miniature lab set op in the tub. A hotplate had been hooked up to a propane tank to cook whatever they were making. He was seized with panic when he noticed the empty perfume bottles scattered about. "Is this what they have been giving me?" he thought. He felt a wave of nausea and began vomiting a dark bile all over the bathroom. Over and over. Sick. Between gasps and sobs he could hear voices. It was HER, but he also heard others. Black man voices. Talking about how much it would cost to have him for a few hours. He heard HER agree to 150$.....
Oh shit...
He scrambled out into the room, grabbing the nearest t-shirt he could see and yanking it over his head. He couldn't find any pants. He was only in his underwaer and he could hear them fiddling with the elaborate array of door locks from the outside. He violentley yanked one of the basement windows open, suprised that it wasent locked. He hoisted himself up once, banging his forehead hard, then a second time, making it out the hole. He was grabbing at shrubs, anything to yank himself as far away from HER as he could possibly get. He could feel his legs and shins getting scraped against the concrete as he struggled, but finally he made it out onto the grass.
He ran. He ran like he had never run in his life. His heart felt like it would explode when he noticed an elderly black couple tending their yard. He screamed at them for help. They were shocked to see an emaciated young junkie bolting down the street in nothing but a t-shirt and underwear. The woman went into the house and got him a robe.
They got him inside and immidiatley he broke down. "What happened?" asked the woman, "Should we call the police?" "NO!" he shouted frantically. The couple looked shocked, as it they werent sure what he would do next. He realized he had to keep his composure it he wanted to get out of this without going to jail.
"I..I'm sorry, can I please use your phone? Please don't call the police, I'll be allright"...They fetched him an old rotary and for a moment he couldn't remember how to use it. He finally managed to dial Audreys number.
Ring..Ring..."Jesus Christ awnswer...Awnswer!!!" Finally he heard a familiar voice on the other end. "Audrey can you please come and get me? I'll tell you when you get here..I'm sorry..no..1323 N. Webster..no..Thank you..See you soon.."
Then he passed out....