Chapter 2
"Anthony said I should try to stop my horrible habit. And I agree with him, I would like to start getting less and less cocaine until I don't need it anymore." Billy was sure of his decision and hoped Mr. Clean would understand.
"Who ta fuck is this Anthony bitch? This mother fucker tryna mess with my business? You don't need this lil crusty ass in your life. He doesn't want good for you. He only wants to take your fuckin spot god damn it."
"Anthony is my best friend, he wouldn't do that." Mr. Clean's accusations were getting on Billy's nerves and he was about done with him.
"Yo I just want to protect my lil nigga. I don't want anyone fuckin with you." Mr. Clean attempted to reassure Billy. Billy just looked at him and took the bag of cocaine.
"Hey fucker Imma want my fuckin payment soon or Imma cut a bitch."
Billy just rolled his eyes.
"Yo I delt with bitches like you in prison, and now they can't walk." Mr. Clean made clear that he wasn't fucking around and Billy realized this.
"Alright, I'll pay you." Billy removed his Oxy Clean button down shirt and grabbed a kitchen knife. With a deep sigh he cut his arm just enough to draw a decent amount of blood. He dabbed his pointer finger in the blood and began to paint a satanic star on his chest. Mr. Clean greedily smiled, he was happy to be receiving what he has been longing for. Billy Mays's soul. Mr. Clean puts his hand on the star on Billy's chest and inhales. "Thanks bitch." And with that, Mr. Clean disappears to wherever the fuck he goes.
Billy exhales and looks at the drying blood on his chest. He doesn't feel much of a difference being without a soul but the void inside of him feels deeper than ever. This void he can fill with his addictions. Suddenly, the doorbell rings. Billy, who was dazed, didn't know who would be ringing his doorbell at this time of night. He goes to answer it but realizes he is still shirtless with a satanic symbol painted chest. He quickly ran to the laundry room to get a shirt. The only shirt he had available was a white shirt cleaned with Oxy Clean, which made it seem… Transparent. He walked to the door, before he opened it he peered through the window to see a familiar face, Anthony. Billy opened the door just enough so he could stick his head out. "What a surprise! Not all pleasant, but a surprise for sure."
"I was concerned about you, from today and what you told me about…" Anthony said.
"Oh well, I'm okay." Billy tried to shut the door but Anthony insisted on coming in to the house.
"Please let me in Billy, I just want to help you." Billy looked at the ground, and then opened the door to let Anthony in. Anthony glanced around the room, and then his eyes focused on Billy. "Your shirt… It's so clean… It's like it's… transparent." Anthony remarked. Anthony squinted to see what the marking was on Billy's chest. But couldn't quite make it out. "So you got a tattoo?" Anthony asked.
"Oh this? Noo no no no. Just a little project I was working with." Billy quickly lied.
"Ye I know that's bullshit Billy I see the blood on your arm."
"Fine, okay, I gave my soul to Mr. Clean! That's my dealer."
"God damn it Billy. I'm staying with you now, because obliviously you can't take care of yourself on your own." Anthony slams the door behind him. "First we're going to have to *oxy* clean that symbol off your chest."