Jack had first gotten into drugs when he was on the streets. He was 16 and in need of money. The person who had taken him in, under his wing, was a dealer. Johnny was nice, or at least at first he was nice. He helped Jack survive, taught him what he needed to know. But at some point, he had convinced Jack to start dealing.
Soon the 16 year old was dealing coke, weed, and pills whenever and to whoever Johnny told him to sell to. Johnny began to make Jack give up the money he made, and made Jack dependent on him. Soon Johnny was forcing Jack to use as well.
By the time he was 17, he was hooked on coke, and other things. Johnny was nearly 30, and was using Jack as his punching bag. The 17 year old boy was scared to runaway from Johnny. He had the clothes he wore, his pack of cards, and a cheap phone. When he wasn't being forced to deal, he was practicing throwing cards, and pick pocketing. He began to stash money in places Johnny wouldn't see. Jack didn't like being a punching bag, and he didn't like being used for sexual acts. In the beginning, he was alright with it, because Johnny had shown romantic interest in him, and then it got abusive, and Jack wanted out but had no where to go, so he stayed.
He met Johnny when he was 15, started dealing for him at 16, and dating him, and at 17, he was using. Jack would play 'find the lady' in central park, making quick cash. He'd pretend to 'bend' spoons with his mind, trying to make a quick buck.
So when he found a tarot card, the card of Death, in his pocket with a date and address, he knew it was somewhere he had to go. He didn't know what to expect, but he knew he needed to get away from Johnny.
However, Johnny found the card, and beat Jack within an inch of his life. His eyes were practically swollen shut, his ribs broken, wrist sprained, and sexually abused. Whatever love he once had for Johnny was gone.
When the day on the card came, Johnny tried to make sure Jack was busy and couldn't go. Jack of course knew Johnny would do this, and planned his exit. He packed a bag and stashed it somewhere overnight, so when morning came and he went out, he would leave and never come back.
He left a note in the kitchen saying, "its over." and quickly got out of the area, and disconnected the phone he had. Once he had his bag, he made his way to the location on his tarot card. Climbing the stairs was hard- his ribs were still broken, weren't set properly and aching quite a bit. It didn't help that Johnny had hit him a lot the night prior. He didn't know what the future held, but it had to be better than the hell he was attempting to escape.
A/N: Here's my third NYSM story! I've got more ideas to come! The title is under going a review, and I hope to have the actual name for it soon! Super excited for this one! :P
