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Clare POV
I sighed and slammed the cabinet shut. I furiously raked my hands through my hair as my heart pounded viciously against my chest. This cannot be happening. How could I run out of money this fast? My fist slammed into the hard brick wall. The skin of my knuckles tore open and a trail of red blood trailed down my hand. I smiled to myself as I pounded the wall again. Pain shot through my body as my fist shook. Soon my fist was covered in warm blood. I breathed heavily as I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my hand. I stumbled over to the stove and turned it off. I needed to make something to eat, but there was nothing. Absolutely nothing.
"I'm such a fucking idiot!" I screamed to myself as I slammed the palm of my hand on my forehead.
"Mom?"
I turned around and saw Mason standing in the doorway. He had a scared look on his face as he clutched his superman action figure to his chest.
"I'm sorry honey. I didn't know you were home." I walked over and crouched to the floor so we were eye to eye.
He nodded his head and stepped into my chest. I wrapped my arms around him and lifted his little body off the floor. I sat him on the kitchen counter, next to the refrigerator. He looked up at me as I kissed his forehead.
"What's wrong mommy?"
I smiled faintly. "I don't know what I'm going to make for dinner today." It was half a lie. I didn't know what to make him because I had nothing in the house to prepare for him. However, I couldn't tell this to a five year old, because he would ask me too many questions; ones that I can't answer.
He bit his bottom lip as he thought. "Oh I know," his eyes lit up as he tugged my arm, "we can eat cereal."
I nodded my head and made my way to the cabinet. I took out a box of 'Rice Krispy's' and grabbed two bowls and poured milk into them as I placed them on the table.
Mason smiled as he hopped down the counter. He grabbed two spoons and handed me one. He plopped it into his cereal as I sat down.
"Bon apatite."
He stuffed his spoon into his mouth as we ate our diner in silence. "So, anything new at school?" I asked as I stirred my spoon in my bowl.
He nodded his head and ran to his room. Mason tugged out his backpack and dragged it to the room. I watched with adoration as he pulled out a blank paper. "It's for you."
He handed me the paper and I read it over. My eyebrows shot up when I finished. "You want to go on a fieldtrip."
He nodded and jumped up enthusiastically. "Can I please? I promise I'll do anything."
I bit my lower lip as he waited for my response. "They're charging for this though."
His smile disappeared. "Oh. Never mind then. It's not that big of a deal."
I watched as he sat down in his chair. He pouted as he moved his cereal with his spoon. The disappointment in his eyes was clear.
ELI POV
I sighed as I made my way up the stairs to my apartment. I jammed my keys in and unlocked the door. With a silent creak I stepped inside and slammed the door shut. The walls shook at the sudden impact. I plopped down in the couch and stared at the wall.
This was my life. Every day I wake up early to go down to the dock. There I meet with a guy named Slime. He hands me a crate filled with drugs and I drag up to the city. I sell to all kinds of people. But my special customers are teenagers. They have no other place to buy. They have no other options. So where do they go? To dear old Eli. I charge them a good price. But if they are addicted to the point where they would sell their souls for heroine, well I double the cost. It makes a good living.
I shake my head. Whatever happened to me? I used to have a future. I used to be "someone". My life used to have value. But that all died the night-
Ring!
Ring!
Ring!
I jumped off my bed and walked over to the kitchen. I grab the phone and press it to my ear.
"Eli."
"Hello is this Elijah Goldsworthy."
I freeze. "Who is this?"
"My name is Gonzalo Davis. I am the chief of the department-"
"What do you want?" I cut in. I clutched the phone to my ear as my hands grew sweatier.
"I just wanted to ask you a few questions. Is there any time you would be free to-"
"I'm leaving very soon."
"Oh." He paused for a second. "Do you mind me asking where?"
"Actually I do. It's kind of personal."
"I see."
I chewed on my lower lip. "I'm going to visit my parents in Arizona." I lied.
"Oh. Well that's… When will you be home?"
"Soon." I walked to my bedroom and slammed the closet door open. I yanked out my suitcase and threw it at the bed. "So I'll be over at Arizona. You won't be able to find me here."
"Well let me give you my number, so you can call me when you get home."
"Okay." I yanked my drawers open and threw all the stuff into the suitcase,
"It's 837-385- 8439."
"Okay, I got it." I pulled up the zipper and threw the bag over my shoulder.
"Well I hope to hear from you Mr. Goldsworthy. Good luck with your trip."
"Why thank you."
"I'll be hearing from you very soon." And the line went dead.
I frowned as I stared at the phone in my hand. "No you won't."
I threw the phone across the room. It slammed into a wall and the phone exploded into tiny pieces. I smirked as I yanked the door open and stepped out into the dark night.
"I'm going to Toronto."
CLARE POV
"Boss?"
"Come in. "
I turn the knob and step inside the cold black room.
The room was dark. I couldn't see my hands. I swallowed nervously as I walked. The room had a horrible odor. It smelled like alcohol, sweat, and sex. My heart was beating faster. Two hands suddenly grabbed my waist and pulled me back. I let out a surprise yelp as I squirmed.
"Hush." They whispered soothingly as his rough hand stroked my hair.
My heart pounded against my chest as I froze. His hand still lay on my waist as he rubbed his dry fingers in circles. His hand roamed up and pushed my shirt upward. His cold hand was rubbing the bare skin of my lower back. I clamped my eyes shut as his hands moved to my stomach and up my chest.
Please let it be over. Let it be over.
I walked in casually and sat in the empty chair. I crossed my legs and folded my arms. "Boss?" I asked impatiently.
"Yes Clare?"
A dark figure stepped out of the bathroom and walked in. He sat on the bed in front of me and stared at me. I could feel his piercing brown eyes roam my body up and down in the dark room.
"I'm up for a job." I stated casually.
He chuckled and pulled out a cigarette from his coat pocket. "Right to the point." A flicker of red fire lit the room. "I always liked that about you."
"What don't you like about me?"
"Valid point." He agreed. He leaned back and I heard the bed creak.
"So? Can you get me a job?"
I could hear his breathing. The room grew quiet. I chewed on my lower lip as I waited for his answer. "Today a new costumer is coming to see what we have to offer. You are welcome to see to his needs."
I smiled. "Thank you." I got up and turned to walk away.
"Clare, you seem to be forgetting something."
I frowned as I turned my head to the sound of his voice. "Silly me." I muttered
I strutted over to the bed. I could hear him sit up as the bed shifted. Two rough hands cupped my face. His finger rubbed my cheek as he lifted his body to the floor. My breathing stopped as I waited for his next movement. Suddenly his fingers closed around my hair and twisted my head back. I bit my lower lip to suppress a cry of pain. He yanked my head to his face. He parted his lips an inch away from mine. His breath reeked of alcohol. "You know how to make your job easier?"
I swallowed loudly. I could make out the dark outline of his body but his face was covered in the black from the room. I shook my head and his chest vibrated as he chuckled darkly. His pressed his chapped lips to my ear "Just imagine, you're fucking Me." he whispered.
I shivered as his hot breath touched my ear. His rough hands griped the sides of my face and pulled me to his lips. My hands reached up and clutched his shirt for support as he held me tightly against his body. His tongue snaked out and forced it inside my mouth. I pressed my lips tightly together to block his tongue and this infuriated him. His nails dug into my shoulders and I opened my mouth to scream in pain, he took the opportunity and shoved his warm tongue in. He felt around my mouth as his hands went lower to my waist. He gripped the sides of my pants and pulled me to his crotch. He moved his hips back and then slammed himself into my center. I could feel a hard bulge in his pants and knew that this would not end anytime soon.
Knock!
My eyes shot open at the sound. Soon his mouth pulled away and his hands dropped to his sides. He licked his lips as he walked to the door. The door opened and in walked the lobby boy.
"The new customer is here boss."
I dropped my head and walked to the door. "Shall I go boss?"
He nodded his head and I didn't know if I should feel happy or scared. I walked up to him and gently placed my hand on his shoulder as I pecked his lips. I smiled and walked away, to have sex with a total stranger for fifty dollars.
Eli POV
"Train leaving for Toronto!" the man called. "All aboard."
I pursed my lips as I walked up to the gate. "I really don't want to go."
He shrugged and blew smoke from his lips. "Then stay and get arrested. Doesn't bother me."
I frowned. "Thanks for caring."
He chuckled, "Tough love."
I watched the people file in to the train. I looked up to see the drug dealer looking at the train with appraising eyes.
"Wish me luck." I murmured.
"You'll need it."
CLARE POV
He slammed into me. I bit my lower lip to suppress my cry. His hips moved forward and jerked into mine. His throbbing erection pressed against my aching center. I felt his rough fingers glide down to the waistband of my underwear.
"Let's get rid of these." He growled into my ear. My hands griped his shoulders as I waited for his next move.
"A-Ah — hah…" My breath hitched as he grazed my clit with his thumb, before he yanked down my underwear. His fingers grazed my dripping folds. My nails dug into his shoulders, with my bottom lip caught between my teeth. His eyes flickered open as he rubbed my clit in lazy circles. He climbed on top of me, supporting himself with his hands next to my head. He slammed into me and I yelled out at the urgency and pain.
"Yell my name bitch!" he screamed as he jerked his hips into mine. Sweat poured out from his forehead and trickled down his body. I shook as I felt the sticky liquid touched my arm. I clamped my eyes shut. His sweat was pouring down my body and it disgusted me.
"You like that don't you slut?" he barked.
Mason! Mason! Mason! I chanted to myself as he screamed my name.
ELI POV
I walked into the crowded train. Children bustled in and a child slammed into me.
"Watch it ass hole!" I screamed.
The child turned and gazed up at me in complete shock. "Mommy!" he cried as he scrambled to his mother. I rolled my eyes. Suddenly the train moved and I froze. My blood went ice cold as fear swept in. My foot took a step back and then another. Before I knew it I was running to the back of the train. I yanked the door open and gazed out. I watched my home get smaller and smaller by the second. I watched my home as cold air breezed my face. I shut my eyes and pulled out a cigarette. "Anything for you." I murmured as I lit it up and walked back in.
CLARE POV
I waited patiently as I watched the door. A smile was plastered to my face while I sat in the living room couch. The room was quiet and I was alone. All alone just watching the door. Waiting for him to come home.
The door creaked open and my eyes lit up. I jumped from the couch and raced over. Mason stood there as he hauled in his backpack.
"Hi honey." I smiled as he closed the door.
"Hi." His blue eyes looked up at mine. "What's up Mommy?" he asked cheerfully.
I squealed like a child. "I have a surprise for you." Pride filled my body as happiness filled his face. "You can go on the fieldtrip. I got my paycheck."
He ran into my arms and I wrapped his body into a hug. "Thank you mommy. Thank you, thank you, thank you." He chanted over and over again.Tears swelled into my eyes, his scent filled my nose as I rocked back and forth. "Anything for you baby. Anything for you."