“I don’t know, okay?

I. - DON’T. - KNOW.

I don’t know, I swear on everything I love! How else do you want me to say it!? Fuck! Okay, okay look sh- she… she was just here a second ago, she must’ve just ran out to get something. She’ll be back!”

*She’s not coming back*.

And now I have to get myself out of this mess. God, I told myself this was a new year, a new me! And here I am in this forsaken motel room pimping yet another girl out to this horrid hunchbacked, Quasimodo of a man. But hey, it’s all worth it for a measly crumpled up fifty-dollar bill right?

“Look, I don’t give a shit” he says.

“I paid for a service, so you best believe, I’m getting my moneys worth.”

Ew. No… no way, he can’t possibly think…

“You look like you’ll do just fine honey, how about you unbutton that shirt for me.”

And there it goes, the cliché “you’ll do just fine…HONEY.” Now If i had a dollar for every time I heard that phrase, I wouldn’t have to be doing this shit. His eyes, say I’ve conquered you, I’ve won, this is my game and I got you at checkmate. Little does he know I don’t give a damn about the game of chess. I don’t play by the rules of any game, naturally, it’s how I was brought up. See in situations like these you really only have two options, kill or be killed. And I sure as hell don’t back down at first bite.

I grew up on the east side of Philly, it’s a ‘dog eat dog’ world out there. I’ve never been the one to bite first, trust me, the art of surprise is what I revel in. The shock, and almost utter betrayal on my opponents face when I take them down makes it all worth it. This dirtbag has no idea what he’s just walked into…

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[To be continued]