bastard who is going the be greeted by the first bullet. My finger, on the other hand, rests on the trigger and prepares to shoot.
A familiar man’s voice mutters from inside of the bathroom, “Dumb Bitch, can’t even handle the blow anymore and stay awake for the next John to pay me back my money! I’ll show her a good blow to the face!”
I’m not waiting, that prick is talking about my mother, and she’s missing. My foot kicks open the bathroom door and thumps the body backward into something hard.
“What the fuck!” The horrified eyes staring back at me are Paul’s. The door drove his ass back right into the corner of the sink counter.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I demand, shaking the gun at him. “Where is my mother? WHERE IS SHE? I will fucking kill you, Paul, you better fucking talk!” I threaten.
He gets the nerve to take a step towards me with a smile. “Stupid whore owes me money, but you’ll do. Your pretty little face is worth more.”
My hands point the barrel of the gun downwards and shoots his foot. “Don’t fucking touch me!”
“Ow, you bitch!”
“Now where is she?” I demand again.
“She’s fine! She’s in her bedroom sleeping! I’ll have you arrested for this you fucking cunt!”
“Have me arrested? If my mother isn’t okay, then you won’t even be alive! You better give me some God damn answers, Paul!”
His shoe soaks up blood from his white sock that’s exposed through the hole at the top where my gun shot him. I’m rather proud of it.
“I didn’t fucking touch her. I swear!” he begs me to spare his life.
I’m not afraid to shoot him again, and he knows that I won’t hesitate. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“I own this place!” Paul claims, holding his wounded foot.
“She’s renting from you ? Is she one of your tricks too?”
He hesitates, and his eyes search the tiles on the floor trying to avoid contact with me. I step in closer towards him, moving the aim of my barrel at his chest, “I asked you a fucking question, you son of a bitch! Answer me dammit!”
“Yes! Yes, she works for me! I let her live here for half of the rent, that’s our agreement.”
“Well, aren’t you just fucking generous! Saving her money and shit if she turns some tricks for you like a fucking sideshow clown!”
“I’m not fucking her! She’s just another whore passed out on her bed. Bitch can’t handle the drugs anymore. Your brother knows all about turning tricks!”
“Don’t, fucking bastard, if you ever call my mother that again I will kill you! She’s not one of your dirty skanks! Understand? And you leave my brother’s name out of your mouth! What the hell did you give her?”
“I didn’t give her anything; she asked for blow, so I gave it to her. She said she was in the worst pain of her life. That’s not the only thing she can blow,” he chuckles.
I kick his bloody foot and wiped that smile right off of his face, “Why did you give it to her you idiot?”
“Hey, I’m just the pimp and give the ladies what they want!”
“Real fucking classy, you fucking asshole. You’re nothing but pig scum and don’t know what a woman wants, you filthy piece of shit!”
My need is bad, my need to kill him and watch him suffer and die. But would that solve anything? It won’t make my mother better, only she can do that.
Recalling that Olivia is still in hiding, “Get the fuck out of here now before I do kill you. If I ever see you around my family again, I will do it!”
For a split second there is a part of me that can’t do it because risking everything that I had worked so hard for in school, studying law, so that I can put away losers like him in jail where they belong would be time wasted and thrown out of the window all because of this scumbag. But most importantly, Olivia is still here, and the risk of losing her just isn’t worth it. Stepping back into the hallway, I aim my gun at Paul's back as I follow behind him.
A familiar man’s voice mutters from inside of the bathroom, “Dumb Bitch, can’t even handle the blow anymore and stay awake for the next John to pay me back my money! I’ll show her a good blow to the face!”
I’m not waiting, that prick is talking about my mother, and she’s missing. My foot kicks open the bathroom door and thumps the body backward into something hard.
“What the fuck!” The horrified eyes staring back at me are Paul’s. The door drove his ass back right into the corner of the sink counter.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I demand, shaking the gun at him. “Where is my mother? WHERE IS SHE? I will fucking kill you, Paul, you better fucking talk!” I threaten.
He gets the nerve to take a step towards me with a smile. “Stupid whore owes me money, but you’ll do. Your pretty little face is worth more.”
My hands point the barrel of the gun downwards and shoots his foot. “Don’t fucking touch me!”
“Ow, you bitch!”
“Now where is she?” I demand again.
“She’s fine! She’s in her bedroom sleeping! I’ll have you arrested for this you fucking cunt!”
“Have me arrested? If my mother isn’t okay, then you won’t even be alive! You better give me some God damn answers, Paul!”
His shoe soaks up blood from his white sock that’s exposed through the hole at the top where my gun shot him. I’m rather proud of it.
“I didn’t fucking touch her. I swear!” he begs me to spare his life.
I’m not afraid to shoot him again, and he knows that I won’t hesitate. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“I own this place!” Paul claims, holding his wounded foot.
“She’s renting from you ? Is she one of your tricks too?”
He hesitates, and his eyes search the tiles on the floor trying to avoid contact with me. I step in closer towards him, moving the aim of my barrel at his chest, “I asked you a fucking question, you son of a bitch! Answer me dammit!”
“Yes! Yes, she works for me! I let her live here for half of the rent, that’s our agreement.”
“Well, aren’t you just fucking generous! Saving her money and shit if she turns some tricks for you like a fucking sideshow clown!”
“I’m not fucking her! She’s just another whore passed out on her bed. Bitch can’t handle the drugs anymore. Your brother knows all about turning tricks!”
“Don’t, fucking bastard, if you ever call my mother that again I will kill you! She’s not one of your dirty skanks! Understand? And you leave my brother’s name out of your mouth! What the hell did you give her?”
“I didn’t give her anything; she asked for blow, so I gave it to her. She said she was in the worst pain of her life. That’s not the only thing she can blow,” he chuckles.
I kick his bloody foot and wiped that smile right off of his face, “Why did you give it to her you idiot?”
“Hey, I’m just the pimp and give the ladies what they want!”
“Real fucking classy, you fucking asshole. You’re nothing but pig scum and don’t know what a woman wants, you filthy piece of shit!”
My need is bad, my need to kill him and watch him suffer and die. But would that solve anything? It won’t make my mother better, only she can do that.
Recalling that Olivia is still in hiding, “Get the fuck out of here now before I do kill you. If I ever see you around my family again, I will do it!”
For a split second there is a part of me that can’t do it because risking everything that I had worked so hard for in school, studying law, so that I can put away losers like him in jail where they belong would be time wasted and thrown out of the window all because of this scumbag. But most importantly, Olivia is still here, and the risk of losing her just isn’t worth it. Stepping back into the hallway, I aim my gun at Paul's back as I follow behind him.
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