The Slut,Stripper,Convict, Druggy and Pimp
Summary: AU Five people with messed up lives are chosen for the most important responsibility of all and to do this they needed to change, but can a leopard really change its spots?
Disclaimer: I own the plot alone.
Chapter 1
Raven sat on the worn out couch in the tiny trailer, one hand protectively over her huge bump, the other holding a mug. The old decoloured television set playing Blood In Blood Out, and Raven watched intently while she sipped her tea.
At twenty four, she was beautiful, with waist length black long hair, big dark blue eyes and gorgeous olive skin. Her breasts were large, round and full, her body usually curvy and delicious with a perfect butt, yet now she was huge. Her swollen belly indicated life within her and she was glowing from the pregnancy which forced her to forfeit her crack habit.
When a break came within the movie, Raven struggled to rise from her chair. At almost eight months the feat was very difficult, and the craving and withdrawal symptoms have surpassed leaving Raven feeling better than ever. She then wobbled over to the tiny kitchen and placed the mug in the age old sink.
She then began looking at the spot where the plain gold band used to be situated on her left hand, fourth finger which was a symbol of her three year marriage to Garfield Logan whom she had loved dearly. Now she wasn't so sure.
For a few months now he had become distant, as if her were another person. Yet now the band was gone, sold for a little bit of money just to get by. Times were hard, as being pregnant meant Raven had to give up her job as an exotic dancer. She took up waiteressing, but soon she became too big for the job. Living only on Garfield's wages as a parking lot attendant, there wasn't much money. Even less now that Gar seemed to go out with his no good friends while he left his pregnant wife alone at home with too little money to support herself and run the house. They were going to be evicted Raven knew it.
Raven then heard a key in the door, and the handle being turned. The door then gave way with a creek, and revealed her husband. Garfield Logan looked worn out, as he had taken on a second job after they had a monetary fight. He looked up at her, his tired eyes red from fatigue.
"Hey baby" he breathed.
"Hello Garfield" Raven said and then pulled his food from the oven and placed it on the table. Gar trudged towards the tiny kitchen, tossed his bag on the couch and slumped into the small stool at the kitchen table. He then took the knife and fork and began indulging in the stew.
Raven surveyed her husband, when they met she almost idolized him. His presence just made her body surge with butterflies. When he glanced her way, Raven smiled the whole day. She saw him as a god, now when she looked at him he was so small. He used to look healthy, vibrant and full of life, now he was thin, tired and looked like he wanted to fall over and die.
These last few months they have been fighting everyday and she grew to hate her husband. He never gave her what she needed, and now especially when she needed him the most, he wasn't there for her, even if it was just monetary wise.
Raven then walked towards her bedroom, and took out her syringe and after she injected the heparin into her veins she came out of the room. Her venous thrombotic condition she had just discovered when she went on her regular monthly check ups. She hadn't told her husband yet, because she didn't want to complicate things even more.
When he was in the toilet, Raven disposed of the syringe and realized that she had run out. She then recalled that there was a syringe in the first aid kit kept in the small bathroom. She then cleaned up the tiny living room and kitchen, and she heard Garfield enter the shower and open up the water.
Life was hard for Garfield Logan, besides the fact that he had an invalid pregnant wife who was totally dependant on him, on the brink of losing his job and his old habits resurfacing, he owed very dangerous people quite a sum of money. His troubles gave him sleepless nights, and working double time for an extra bit of cash wore him out, his habit also contributed to the fact that his once perfectly proportioned body looked frail and small.
He took out the powder from his work pants, poured the powder onto the teaspoon he had stolen from the kitchen, and then he scratched in his pocket for the last tool. Remembering he had used it a few hours ago and chucked it out, he frantically searched the bathroom cupboards remembering that there was a spare one in the first aid kit always stored in one of the cupboards.
Finding the first aid kit, he removed the packed syringe from the box. Carefully he removed the tool from its packet, careful not to rip or tear it. After using a lighter to heat the spooned powder, melt in and turn it into liquid, he poured it carefully into the syringe. Using his belt, he tied it tight around his arm, till a blood vessel popped up and became visible under his skin; Gar then injected the heroin into his blood circulation and felt the familiar high returning.
He heard a noise outside the shower and quickly returned the syringe to the packet, using superglue to seal it. He then put the syringe back into the box with the full intention of replacing it, and using the last of the heroin within itthe next day, he knew his wife missed very little in the house, and it was highly unlikely that anyone was going to need to use it in 24 hours. Gar carefully hid his tools for his addiction in his clothes, and then jumped into a shower.
Well this is not your average story, and I'm actually writing a RaeBB story, well sort of. Hope you liked it, please review and tell me what was right or wrong with this story.
Venous Thrombosis is thrombosis of a vein without prior inflammation of the vein; associated with sluggish blood flow (as in prolonged bedrest or pregnancy or surgery) or with rapid coagulation of the blood -