Waring: This story contains language, sexual contact and also contains rape between characters. Read at own risk please.
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Chapter Three: Criminals don't always need to sleep in dumpsters
The walk was rather silent and with each step it felt like it was getting colder as she followed each turn the Graverobber made. Even with the heavy, leather jacket that the drug dealer gave her to wear she was still shaking with fear and trembling with goosbumps.
"Would glow keep someone warm?" Shilo asked.
"Whatever is your ill, glow will not, will never make it go away."
"Sure, it will. It does for everyone else, right?" She asked, seriously, as they walked passed a sleeping women. "Like her, I'm sure she's feeling fine?"
The Graverobber groaned, looking at the young girl who was sleeping. The on girl was snoring in her own pool of vomit in front of a overflowing dumpster. She was also one of his most faithful clients.
"Kid, she's one of my best clients. She is a drug addict, that why she doesn't feel anything."
Turning the last corner to find her backyard. The backyard was a personal graveyard, filled with dusty and cracking tombstones of dead people Shilo didn't know. The only body she knew was her mother's tomb that her father built.
"Where do you sleep?" Shilo asked him as she pushed the backdoor open, holding it open with her already sore shoulder.
The Graverobber started laughing, forming an amused smirk on his pale face. He guessed that no one told her that drug dealers, whores and people of the streets don't sleep in beds with roofs over them.
"I sleep in any free dumpster I can find, kid." He told her and she blushed.
"You could stay here? I mean, must be better, somehow." Shilo shrugged, pressing her self shoulder on the backdoor.
Graverobber eyes widen, he swallowed more laughter that keeps creeping in his chest. Crossing his arms across his chest and shaking his long, colorful but musty, hair.
"You know, kid, you are offering a drug dealer a home to rob? You know what the word criminal means, right?"
She shrugged. "Well, yes. I know that you are a drug dealer and you robbing me of stuff I don't even want would not be the worst thing to have happened. Beside, My father isn't home to care and he wont be coming home. So, you're safe from 'The Repo'." She hissed.
"You mean..." He couldn't even finish the sentence.
"He was the repo man?" She said for him, he nodded. "He's also dead."
"Do you have any other family or something?" The Graverobber asked.
Shilo shook her head. "Are you going to stay or not?"
"Only for the night, okay." The Graverobber assured her before she opened the door again and slamming it shut behind them.
