Double Life: Dark Alleys

Where I found this one said that it was posted by Stuart Lauchlan -hope he doesn´t mind me using it.

“You´re interrupting my meeting” the man said cold. 

“Have I ever called you just to interrupt you?” Nichole wanted to say, instead she went for “Philip -she practically spitted the name- grabbed my hands” The man on the other side of the line gasped. 

“Were you without gloves?” he sounded worried, maybe. 

“No, I still had them on” 

“Did you say anything to him” 

“I didn´t. My blade was enough, I think” she muttered. 

 “I´ll make sure he stops talking if not leave him talking Do not let him touch you but keep your gloves on. I´ll deal with him later” he hung up. 

She grinned, she always grinned when her father was worried. She put the phone back in her pocket and walked past a corner and then another. As she walked the lights seemed to fade, it was darker and darker as if it was a signal for what was waiting ahead. The streets seemed empty but they were not, people like ghosts were in every alley, bad people, people that looks for the cover of the night to do what they do yet they are not completely bad, sometimes it´s just the role that life has given them. Nichole was among them. She knew that she would´ve felt incredibly worried in those shadowy streets with eyes that proclaim hate and pain but she didn´t, she was well aware that her eyes, too, reflected some of that hatred and pain, despite being that young she was not scared, she had been once but it´s more scary to know that your own flesh and blood is the villain and the ones that are supposed to protect you are the ones that crush your spirit. The good part of it was that she could walk the streets with no fear, regret or hesitation not even concern of what might happen to her. 

 Another turn and another alley, dogs barking in the distance. A man was leaned over the dirty walls while he smoked in silence blowing the gray smoke that danced with the wind. His red gaze followed Nichole until she stood right in front of him. He refused to acknowledge her presence and kept smoking. All he saw was a slim girl with a heavy coat dressed in black and leather gloves, her face pale and tired. She stood in front of him but he had learned that no one for tiny or weak that seems could be trusted. Two gunshot wounds reminded him of that. About a minute went by when the girl produced a few bills and showed them to him extending her free hand as if asking for something. She looked just like a child asking for another cookie. He knew what she wanted, no one ever looked him for another reason but for the hundreds of white pills that he carried in his jacket pockets but he had never had a client this young who looked as if she had never tried them once in her life yet without hesitation or even a hint of nervousness she was asking from them as if she knew something. 

“What do you want?” the man asked throwing away the remaining of his cigarette. The girl smirked. 

“I didn´t know that money wasn´t enough for you... I´m not a fan of talking yet you make me speak. I want what´s inside your jacket pockets” 

“Go get cigarettes at the store, you can ask your daddy to take you” he said deciding to mock the girl a little. He was sure this was her first time buying. 

“I have a schedule, you know, tight, I don´t want to walk further, so for your sake...” she sounded mad, but only her voice gave that impression, it was like she had hardened her voice with the intention to make it sound like she was angry. The man laughed. 

“What about your sake? don´t I scare you?” he said and something in him awoken. After all it had been a week since that prostitute behind the old car in this very same alley. 

“Would I be here if I was?” the girl said, no traces of fear, she seemed bored. She saw him and produced more money from her pocket. 

“You really were thorough when going through your daddy´s wallet, weren´t you?” the man joked again 

“Stop talking about my daddy” she spitted the words. 

“Ah, so mad at him... what a way to get revenge” he said finally handing two bags with a few white pills inside. 

When she was grabbing them he took her by her wrist, she didn´t flinch, that disappointed him. 

“Let me go” she simply said. 

“What if I don´t?” he said, his eyes seemed to darken. The girl chuckled. It was such an odd situation for a defenseless girl to laugh. “Do I make you laugh?” the man said on the edge of wrath. He had been laughed at his entire life, never being good enough for anything. 

“You do” she said pushing herself forward instead of pulling like people would´ve done. The man got caught off guard and lost balance for a second which allowed the girl to escape from the man´s grip 

“Like you could handle me” she said mocking him on purpose. 

“Not without one of these” she continued while shaking the little bag and then she walked towards the old rusty tireless car parked further in the dark alley. 

 The man didn´t answer, she had taken him back to the times where he had been a defenseless scared boy but he stared at her and once again he remembered the prostitute and his blood boiled. 

“Stop staring at me and start walking” the girl said without looking back. He started to walk towards her and grinned for such an easy prey that had walked to him. The girl in one fluid movement jumped and landed on the hood of the rusty car. 

“You should show a little more skin” the man said looking up. The girl smile and once again shook one of the little bags as if reminding him her prior statement. He stared feeling heat on his body. She place one of the white pill on her middle finger, and while watching him took it to her tongue to finally smile again when she closed her lips. He stared the whole time knowing that he wanted to take one of those to his mouth as well but he knew that he either took them all to die or waited for his boss to kill him for consuming them and not paying the money. 

“Your turn” the girl said and threw one of the pills to him. It fell to the ground “catch it” she said and did it again and again it fell to the ground. “What a waste” she said again sounding bored. She jumped back in front of him, just a step away. “You are either really stupid or really smart” she said taking off her glove. 

The man felt the heat raising again and grinned maliciously. She took another of her pills between her index and thumb and put it a few centimeters away from the man´s mouth who opened his lips and bit the girl´s fingers for a fraction of time before he felt an acute pain in his chest. He faltered and fell to the ground still feeling as if some invisible hand was squeezing his heart. 

“I´m going to need the money back and some more of these” the girl said to him showing the little bags. His eyes were squinted in pain and his hands over his chest. 

“Help” he pleaded. 

“I am not sorry that it´s taking you a while to go... after all you bit me... and you also scammed my stupid step sisters right outside their school... have some shame” she said disgusted while taking the money and pills from his jacket pockets. 

He started to feel trouble to breath. The girl started to walk away, he tried to reach her feet but another wave of pain to his chest made him cringe feeling again like a scared good for nothing boy, his spirit went away leaving his eyes contemplating the dirtiness in which he had spent countless nights.