“What the hell is this?”
“It’s what you asked for,” he responded in a nonchalant tone.
I stared at the bag again. The weed, which looked to be about a dime piece, I could deal with, but the coke was unacceptable. “I mean, this is not enough. I can only get about one line from this. Maybe two.” I held up the bag and began to shake it back and forth.
“Well, that’s what you wanted, right? A line. Besides, that’s all I could get for what I was willing to spend,” Mike announced, then made a left turn.
“Willin’ to spend. Are you serious? Take me back!” I yelled. “Turn this car around right now. I got money. I knew I shoulda went and got my own shit.”
“The only place I’m taking you is to the station. You’re going back home.”
I couldn’t believe Mike was puttin’ his foot down, like he was my father or some shit. “Take me back!”
Obviously ignorin’ me, Mike continued to drive which instantly pissed me off. I sat there for a few minutes, contemplatin’ about hoppin’ out at the next light, but changed my mind when I thought about the coke. Even though it was a small amount, it was needed now more than ever. Not havin’ my normal coke tools, which consisted of a CD cover and a cut straw, I went into my purse and pulled out the next best thing. Grabbin’ the crisp ten dollar bill, I quickly rolled it up in the shape of a little tube then opened the plastic bag. Quickly emptyin’ a small amount of powder on the top of my hand, I held my head down, placed the bill near my nostril then began to inhale.
Within seconds, the fast-actin’ stimulant entered my blood stream, and gave me a rush that I hadn’t felt in a while. As more seconds passed, I could feel my heart rate start to increase, then a warm tinglin’ sensation entered my limbs. I instantly felt a sense of joy…excitement, which was normally the case whenever I used. Suddenly, all my problems with Bo, Betty, Dre and even Mike were gone.
Dumpin’ more powder on the back of my hand, I did my second little line before my nose began to run, and the disatisfyin’ drip in the back of my throat made my tongue numb. That fucked up feelin’…I could never get used to. Feelin’ much better than before, I reached my right hand ova the seat and began to rub one of Mike’s shoulders.
“Thank you for doin’ this for me, baby. You have no idea how happy I am now,” I said in a seductive tone. My attitude had changed instantly.
“Yeah,” he said in return.
“Why don’t you stop the car and climb back here so I can really repay you?”
For the first time since leavin’ the Bronx, Mike looked in the rear view. “No thanks. I’ll pass on the invitation.”
I shrugged my shoulders. “Suit yourself. You have noidea what you’re missin’. My pussy would do wonders for you right about now.”
Bo was at the downtown Greyhound bus terminal right on schedule. I didn’t expect anythin’ different. I could always count on him to be prompt, and neat with his appearance. Bright purple was his choice of color for the day. I watched him from the window pimpin’ in front of his ride, new wing tip shoes, crisp purple, orange and yellow shirt. And last but not least, a sparklin’ new diamond in his ear. Betty had just sent the money Western Union earlier in the day, therefore, I figured he’d been doin’ well for himself lately, of course at the expense of some chick.
He grinned like he was on top of the world as the bus pulled into the second space on the end. When the engine shut off, I slowly made my way off the bus. He grabbed me, feelin’ all ova my body like I was a new product on the market. When he stuck his hands down my bra feelin’ all around my boobs, I wanted to puke. The sight of him made my skin crawl.
“Hey, boo. How was New York?” he asked.
I didn’t waste anytime gettin’ into his shit. After another gruelin’ seven hour bus ride, I wasn’t in the best mood. Plus, my attitude would give me a
“It’s what you asked for,” he responded in a nonchalant tone.
I stared at the bag again. The weed, which looked to be about a dime piece, I could deal with, but the coke was unacceptable. “I mean, this is not enough. I can only get about one line from this. Maybe two.” I held up the bag and began to shake it back and forth.
“Well, that’s what you wanted, right? A line. Besides, that’s all I could get for what I was willing to spend,” Mike announced, then made a left turn.
“Willin’ to spend. Are you serious? Take me back!” I yelled. “Turn this car around right now. I got money. I knew I shoulda went and got my own shit.”
“The only place I’m taking you is to the station. You’re going back home.”
I couldn’t believe Mike was puttin’ his foot down, like he was my father or some shit. “Take me back!”
Obviously ignorin’ me, Mike continued to drive which instantly pissed me off. I sat there for a few minutes, contemplatin’ about hoppin’ out at the next light, but changed my mind when I thought about the coke. Even though it was a small amount, it was needed now more than ever. Not havin’ my normal coke tools, which consisted of a CD cover and a cut straw, I went into my purse and pulled out the next best thing. Grabbin’ the crisp ten dollar bill, I quickly rolled it up in the shape of a little tube then opened the plastic bag. Quickly emptyin’ a small amount of powder on the top of my hand, I held my head down, placed the bill near my nostril then began to inhale.
Within seconds, the fast-actin’ stimulant entered my blood stream, and gave me a rush that I hadn’t felt in a while. As more seconds passed, I could feel my heart rate start to increase, then a warm tinglin’ sensation entered my limbs. I instantly felt a sense of joy…excitement, which was normally the case whenever I used. Suddenly, all my problems with Bo, Betty, Dre and even Mike were gone.
Dumpin’ more powder on the back of my hand, I did my second little line before my nose began to run, and the disatisfyin’ drip in the back of my throat made my tongue numb. That fucked up feelin’…I could never get used to. Feelin’ much better than before, I reached my right hand ova the seat and began to rub one of Mike’s shoulders.
“Thank you for doin’ this for me, baby. You have no idea how happy I am now,” I said in a seductive tone. My attitude had changed instantly.
“Yeah,” he said in return.
“Why don’t you stop the car and climb back here so I can really repay you?”
For the first time since leavin’ the Bronx, Mike looked in the rear view. “No thanks. I’ll pass on the invitation.”
I shrugged my shoulders. “Suit yourself. You have noidea what you’re missin’. My pussy would do wonders for you right about now.”
Bo was at the downtown Greyhound bus terminal right on schedule. I didn’t expect anythin’ different. I could always count on him to be prompt, and neat with his appearance. Bright purple was his choice of color for the day. I watched him from the window pimpin’ in front of his ride, new wing tip shoes, crisp purple, orange and yellow shirt. And last but not least, a sparklin’ new diamond in his ear. Betty had just sent the money Western Union earlier in the day, therefore, I figured he’d been doin’ well for himself lately, of course at the expense of some chick.
He grinned like he was on top of the world as the bus pulled into the second space on the end. When the engine shut off, I slowly made my way off the bus. He grabbed me, feelin’ all ova my body like I was a new product on the market. When he stuck his hands down my bra feelin’ all around my boobs, I wanted to puke. The sight of him made my skin crawl.
“Hey, boo. How was New York?” he asked.
I didn’t waste anytime gettin’ into his shit. After another gruelin’ seven hour bus ride, I wasn’t in the best mood. Plus, my attitude would give me a
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