I threw my keys carelessly into the glass bowl positioned next to my door.
This place was basically a hole in the wall, incredibly depressing but it was all I could afford.
I collapsed Onto my sofa, surveying my surroundings with distaste. The walls were grey, the plaster crumbling, slowly falling from the ancient walls. The carpet was worn and there was a nasty leak in the ceiling.
I needed a shower so badly, to think I had let Balthazar touch me yet again… It turned my stomach but still I really need the money. I shivered a jolt of disgust going through my body… The things he made me do.
"Bend over"
I raised an eyebrow.
"What?" I said even though I had heard him perfectly well.
"Bend over." Balthazar repeated the sneer on his face increasing in size.
I took a deep breath, the things I did for money. I bent over slowly complying with his request.
Balthazar unbuckled his trousers, dropping them whilst de-clothing his top half.
"You might want to hold on to something." He sneered taking hold of my hips.
I grabbed onto the bed bracing myself from the pain I knew was coming.
Balthazar had an unhealthy obsession with assholes… Maybe that's because he is an asshole!
He forcibly pushed my legs apart then trusted painfully inside me.
I closed my eyes tightening my grip on the bed frame.
He pulled out a little pushing back in this time with more force than before, building up momentum as he went.
I gritted my teeth trying to ignore the fact that I had a demon half breed up my ass!
He finally climaxed,eventually pulling out.
I stood panting for a few seconds before my knees buckled and I collapsed.
Balthazar just laughed pulling on his cloths quickly then walking into the next room.
I sighed heavily finding my cloths before going to collect my money.
I closed my eyes trying to block out the street noises from bellow. I needed to get John into heaven… Using myself as bait to influence the dying exorcist.
I heard the familiar banging at the front door.
God did this guy never give up!
"Get your ass out here Faith! I know you're in there, I seen you go in! You're two weeks behind on the rent! I ain't givin in bitch!" My landlord screamed.
He was an ugly creature if ever I did see one. He was short and fat, constantly smelling of chip fat and greasy left overs.
I sighed peeling myself from the couch to take a shower.
John was in his kitchen slowly inhaling the cigarette placed carefully between his lips. She was a whore. Selling herself to half breed pieces of shit like Balthazar.
She didn't deserve his help but when she had asked he truly believe she needed it.
Those scars on her wrist were probably caused by Balthazar but could be self inflicted… Poor kid.
John took another drag draining his glass of whiskey.
"Chas" John shouted.
"What?" "I'm going out." John returned grabbing his jacked and departing from the apartment.
"Where?" Chas asked popping his head out of the bathroom.
"John? John?" Chas asked finding the apartment already emptied.
John had found the girls address from a demon in Midnite's. Half that god damn place knew where the kid lived. It was dangerous considering she ratted them out. She better watch… One day she'll go to a demon who had more than sex on his mind.
This was a rough area. Worse than John's. Drug dealers stood on the corners of streets along with prostitutes, rapist and murderers roaming freely amongst them As soon as he walked through the door the smell hit him. Urine, booze and god knows what else. Used condoms, needles and empty beer bottles littered the ground all the way up to the fifth floor where Faith lived.
He knocked softly waiting for a reply.
"I've not got the rent Mr Chang I told you! I'll have it by tomorrow!" A voice shouted from within.
"It's Constantine." A few seconds then he heard the dead bolt being mover along with several other chains.
"You found me again, you're pretty good at this John." She said moving aside to let him enter.
The place was a dump, I real shit hole. It wasn't as bad as outside but a dump all the same.
Constantine's eye's wondered around my tiny living room. I could tell he didn't like the pace but hey neither did I. The place was shit, it was all I could afford after paying all the money I had to keep a particularly nasty demon off my case.
"Sorry John it's no palace but it's a roof over my head." I shrugged giving him my pathetic excuse.
"What happens to the money Balthazar gives you"
"He don't give me nothin! I earn it John, anyway it's none of your business"
"I thought you needed my help!" John said angrily.
I sighed pulling my hair into a messy pony.
"Yeah. I know. John I hate Balthazar, I really do but there's no other way. I quit Balthazar WILL kill me no doubt about it"
"Not if I can help it." John cut in.
"Violation of the balance, he can't touch you while I'm around"
"No, he can touch me. Ever heard of 'friends'? He'll have someone kill me. Look there's nothing you can do! I don't know why I bothered asking for your help…" I said getting up.
"So why did you? Is he hurting you? Is that where the scars come from, or are you cutting yourself?" John asked.
I smiled it was working.
I turned to face him.
"John you know what it's like! I just need a release, a few moments of pain free bliss"
"That's what you think it is but in reality it's just an excuse to go further, then one day…" John stopped remembering his own childhood experience.
"Why Balthazar?" John asked changing the subject.
"Balthazar picked me off the street, set me up with a place to stay. At first I was grateful I didn't pay, he gave me shelter, food. Then one day he asked for sex. I couldn't refuse… He's helped me out so much. If it wasn't for him I'd be dead." I returned ready to explain further.
"I'd been with him for a couple of months, I turned 14 and everything was fine. I had a place to stay, a friend even! Then he touched me, kissed me. I knew what he was doing and I don't know why I didn't leave there and then. The thought of going back onto the streets, the fear of rejection." I held my tears at bay. I refused to make this a big deal.
It's business Faith just fucking ignore your god damn feelings!
"That asshole. He took a 13 year old kid and turned her into his sex slave!" John spat.
"John I gotta go." I said spotting the time.
I had an appointment with Gabriel. She was giving the orders on this one.
"Not back to him" John said. It was a statement not a question.
God this guy was hot. I wouldn't mind fucking him…
"No. Don't worry bout me. I'm fine. We'll at least for the moment, if I need your help I know where to find you"
"Fine." John said rising to his feet.
"I'll see myself out." He stated.
He walked calmly through the door mumbling quietly to himself.
"Try and do a good deed and what do you get"
Great. John was hooked, all I had to do was stick with it for a while and everything would be sorted. Gabriel should be pleased.