I remember moments, not days
by
Jay's World

-.-

He sees me cry a second time

-.-

I have friends. Had. Even after I got kicked out, I still had them. But with Johan's blatant accusations of my bedroom occupants, I have no one. The dancers are too busy already, and don't intend to spend their time with someone so filthy.

The few guys who still approach me only want one thing. The same thing. A place in my bed.

I turn them down, and I am alone.

On my five minute break I inhale half a pack. I'm about to go in when I stumble and scrape my knee on the asphalt.

His hand is cold when it touches me, even through my stockings, and yet his presence makes me warm.

"What is it about this alley that makes you come back so often?"

"It's my break."

"Why not be inside with your coworkers? Your friends?"

Because I don't have any…

"Oh come on, you gotta have someone?"

Shit, I said it out loud.

"Just you," I mumble.

Shit.

I look up at him, his wide eyes surprised. I regret my words instantly. Then the tears fall.

He stands up, mumbling an excuse and hurries off.

I scared him away.

And I'm all alone again.


Last one today. It's midnight. Am I going to sleep? No. There's the Weekly Readalong on FFA on Facebook; Control Freak by Vampiremama aka Officer Spread 'em!