puzzled.
Jennifer looked at me and hunched her shoulders. “If it’s not in the refrigerator, then it has to be in the closet,” she said. “And it maybe in the shorts he had on yesterday too.” she continued.
I sighed heavily and tried to figure remember what color shorts he had on yesterday. “Which shorts did he have on yesterday?” I asked.
“The blue jeans ones that had the yellow stitching around the back pockets. They should be in his dirty clothes hamper,” she said as she pointed to the only closet next to the living room.
I rushed over to the closet and opened the door. The smell of dirty clothes hit me dead in the face. The stench was horrible, so I held my breath as I looked for the jean shorts he wore yesterday.
“You better hurry up before he comes back in the house.”
“Well go and look out the window and let me know when he’s coming,” I said.
“All right. But you better hurry up. Because I don’t want to be a part of this shit if he busts you.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll take all the blame,” I assured her.
I searched his dirty clothes and could not find his jean shorts anywhere. I was getting frustrated as hell. I knew that I only had a few minutes to find the medicine bottle if it was in this apartment, so I went into detective mode.
“Faith, you better hurry up,” Jennifer warned me.
“Is he coming?” I asked.
“No. Not yet. But you gotta also watch out for Sabrina. You can’t let her catch you going through his shit.”
I didn’t respond to Jennifer’s warning. My mission was to hurry up and find my cure pill, so that was what I concentrated on. Unfortunately my search came up dry. I searched Slim’s entire dirty clothes hamper and came up with absolutely nothing. I was frustrated and sick to my stomach all at the same time.
“Did you find it yet?” she asked me.
“No, and I searched the entire hamper.”
“Well it’s got to be there,” she whispered.
I started looking through the items he had on the built in shelves. When I moved his deodorant to the side and saw a vitamin bottle, my heart dropped. I picked up the bottle and opened it, and, bam, there were two meth pills wrapped up in a clear plastic sandwich bag. I was excited as hell.
“I found it,” I told Jennifer.
“Well hurry and get one before he comes in the fucking house,” she replied sarcastically.
I grabbed one pill of meth from the bottle, closed the closet door, and rushed into the kitchen with it in my hand.
Jennifer turned around and looked at me like I had lost my mind. “What the fuck are you doing? Just put it in your mouth and swallow it.”
My heart was racing at the speed of lighting. I knew that if Slim caught me stealing a pill of his methadone, I’d be in a world of trouble. Before Jennifer could say another word I tossed the pill into my mouth and swallowed it.
Jennifer turned around and looked back out the kitchen window. “Oh, shit! I don’t see him,” she said.
Hearing those words almost made me want to keel over and die, because that could only mean that he was on his way back into the apartment. Without hesitating, Jennifer left me in the kitchen all by myself and rushed back to the living room sofa. I couldn’t blame her, though, because I was treading on some very thin ice. But at this point, it really didn’t matter. I had swallowed the pill. What could he do to me now? The damage was already done. And my sickness will be gone in a matter of fifteen to twenty minutes.
Slim walked into the apartment. My heart fell to the pit of my stomach. I had my back turned to him, so I turned on the faucet water and made it seem like I was washing my hands.
“I hope ain’t nobody in the bathroom because I gotta piss real bad,” he said and walked through the living room area and straight into the bathroom.
I looked back at Jennifer the moment he closed the bathroom door. When Slim’s retarded ass came out of the bathroom, I was sitting on the sofa next to
Jennifer looked at me and hunched her shoulders. “If it’s not in the refrigerator, then it has to be in the closet,” she said. “And it maybe in the shorts he had on yesterday too.” she continued.
I sighed heavily and tried to figure remember what color shorts he had on yesterday. “Which shorts did he have on yesterday?” I asked.
“The blue jeans ones that had the yellow stitching around the back pockets. They should be in his dirty clothes hamper,” she said as she pointed to the only closet next to the living room.
I rushed over to the closet and opened the door. The smell of dirty clothes hit me dead in the face. The stench was horrible, so I held my breath as I looked for the jean shorts he wore yesterday.
“You better hurry up before he comes back in the house.”
“Well go and look out the window and let me know when he’s coming,” I said.
“All right. But you better hurry up. Because I don’t want to be a part of this shit if he busts you.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll take all the blame,” I assured her.
I searched his dirty clothes and could not find his jean shorts anywhere. I was getting frustrated as hell. I knew that I only had a few minutes to find the medicine bottle if it was in this apartment, so I went into detective mode.
“Faith, you better hurry up,” Jennifer warned me.
“Is he coming?” I asked.
“No. Not yet. But you gotta also watch out for Sabrina. You can’t let her catch you going through his shit.”
I didn’t respond to Jennifer’s warning. My mission was to hurry up and find my cure pill, so that was what I concentrated on. Unfortunately my search came up dry. I searched Slim’s entire dirty clothes hamper and came up with absolutely nothing. I was frustrated and sick to my stomach all at the same time.
“Did you find it yet?” she asked me.
“No, and I searched the entire hamper.”
“Well it’s got to be there,” she whispered.
I started looking through the items he had on the built in shelves. When I moved his deodorant to the side and saw a vitamin bottle, my heart dropped. I picked up the bottle and opened it, and, bam, there were two meth pills wrapped up in a clear plastic sandwich bag. I was excited as hell.
“I found it,” I told Jennifer.
“Well hurry and get one before he comes in the fucking house,” she replied sarcastically.
I grabbed one pill of meth from the bottle, closed the closet door, and rushed into the kitchen with it in my hand.
Jennifer turned around and looked at me like I had lost my mind. “What the fuck are you doing? Just put it in your mouth and swallow it.”
My heart was racing at the speed of lighting. I knew that if Slim caught me stealing a pill of his methadone, I’d be in a world of trouble. Before Jennifer could say another word I tossed the pill into my mouth and swallowed it.
Jennifer turned around and looked back out the kitchen window. “Oh, shit! I don’t see him,” she said.
Hearing those words almost made me want to keel over and die, because that could only mean that he was on his way back into the apartment. Without hesitating, Jennifer left me in the kitchen all by myself and rushed back to the living room sofa. I couldn’t blame her, though, because I was treading on some very thin ice. But at this point, it really didn’t matter. I had swallowed the pill. What could he do to me now? The damage was already done. And my sickness will be gone in a matter of fifteen to twenty minutes.
Slim walked into the apartment. My heart fell to the pit of my stomach. I had my back turned to him, so I turned on the faucet water and made it seem like I was washing my hands.
“I hope ain’t nobody in the bathroom because I gotta piss real bad,” he said and walked through the living room area and straight into the bathroom.
I looked back at Jennifer the moment he closed the bathroom door. When Slim’s retarded ass came out of the bathroom, I was sitting on the sofa next to
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