bortleman
01-21-2011, 03:16 AM
The single working street light was the only illumination on the street at three in the morning. The pole was rusty and the electrical wires hung like intestines. This was a part of town where nothing got fixed in a timely manner. Plastic advertisements littered the street.
Cy could see the white tops of his vans kick in front of his vision. The hood of a zip-up jacket covered his head. There was a scuff to his walk as his hands gripped the inner fabric of his coat pocket. The brief lighted corner hurt his eyes as he traversed it. He had just spent a mile walking in complete darkness. If he had to, he would walk ten miles more, but he was only a block away from his objective. He was lucky that there wasn’t a strong police presence. If there was he would have surely been stopped.
Cars were rushing on the highway that crossed over the forgotten community. Cy couldn’t see them. He always walked with his head down. He couldn’t care less because there was only one thing on his mind. His body was hungry for a fix.
He rounded the corner to Jeff’s town house and almost skipped his way up the stone stairs. The door was sea green with deep gouges in the wood. The smell of trash was in-escapable and it made his stomach hurt. The temperature was below freezing. In all honesty, Cy felt miserable.
He banged on the door. “You’re just here to get what’s yours.” He told himself as a shiver slid down his back. Jeff answered the door with the hazy green light of the living room in the background.
“What’s up man? Come on in.” A cheshire cat grin spread across his face. “You’re just in time.”
Cy followed him to the sofa and fell back on it.
“Grab a controller bro, its all set up.” There was a wooden coffee table between them and the television. An Xbox controller sat opposing Cy.
“Actually man, I’m just here to pick up” said Cy. Jeff’s face contorted disapprovingly.
“Well, that’s gonna be hard.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because I ain’t got any.” Jeff raised his hands and eyebrows almost as if he was saying “tough luck”.
“What the hell do you mean you don’t have any?” Cy exploded standing up. “What happened to ‘Oh yeah dude, don’t worry about it. I got you covered’ huh?”
“Sorry bro! I got more people than you to sell to. Plus he could afford to pay full price.” Cy was already pacing around his corner of space and ran his hands through his hair in angst.
“Well do you know where I can get any more?”
“Dude everyone is asleep, it’s hella early.”
“COME ON JEFF!” Cy took a couple deep breaths. He tried to calm his shaky hands. A couple deep breaths more and he was collected. “Ok ok ok ok, listen Jeff. I need a fix really bad. Could you at least try to call them? Please man.” Jeff was leaned away from him now. He wasn’t sure he wanted to help him at all.
“Alright, I’ll call, but if he doesn’t answer you’re outa luck.”
“Ok ok ok, cool man, cool.” Cy sat on the edge of the sofa and clasped his hands in anticipation. Jeff pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and entered the dark adjacent room. Cy prayed to God that he would be able to score. “I just need to get it. It’s owed to me, he told me he had it for me, so, he owes it to me to find some” he thought. Jeff came back into the room.
“You’re a lucky man, he just came up on some.” Jeff had a cocky smirk on his face. “So I’m assuming you need me to drive you right?”
“Yeah, yeah I do.”
Jeff’s car was an off yellow Oldsmobile. It was abused and, worst of all, the heater was broken. It worked though and Cy didn’t care as long as it got them there. The drive seemed to take forever. The entire time Cy’s right leg bounced. He glared at the passing scenery.
“Almost there buddy.”
They parked the rickety car on the street near some bent over trash cans. “Remember, just get what’s yours Cy.” He told himself again. He had never met a guy of this magnitude. This was like a dealer’s dealer so he better play nice. “I’ll play as nice as I need to. As long as they…” His train of thought was interrupted by the front door opening.
The man at the door didn’t say anything. He just let them in. Cy figured he would let Jeff do majority of the talking. He didn’t want to look like an *** in front of this guy. The needy pit in his stomach was much worse now, his whole body was starting to ache.
The interior was styled much like a normal house would be. The only difference was a loaded shotgun in the corner near the door. There was a conversation between the other two. Cy couldn’t even pay attention, his body’s need was overwhelming.
“Ok” said the dealer’s dealer. “It’s gonna be two hundred.”
“Two hundred?!” Cy’s heart beat thumped quick as he was filled with anxiety. He only had a hundred on him. “Could we do just a hundred?”
“I told you kid. Two hundred is what it costs. Now cough up or get the **** out!”
Cy panicked. “This is so unfair. This ***hole owes me a break. I deserve this. ****ing Jeff ****ed everything up. These people don’t understand.” His eyes spotted the shotgun. In a flash it was in his hand, it’s live barrel pointing at the two.
“I said one.” Came the dark face under the hoodie.
“That ain’t gonna happen.”
“YES IT IS ***HOLE!” As spit shot from his gnashing teeth. “Now hand it over!” The man didn’t hand it over, instead, he reached for a pistol. Cy was more focused and shot him dead. It was a shame that Cy didn’t know about the mechanics of a shot gun. Otherwise he would have known he couldn’t have shot with out hitting Jeff.
“S**t, ****, ****!” Came his worried curses. His nerves were gone and he frantically searched over the bodies. He was sure he killed them both. “What next what next what next?” he thought. “I need to get out of here fast.” He threw the shot gun down at the bodies, and pulled a small baggy from the dealer. He took Jeff’s keys.
The next chain of events was a blur, and then he was driving down an alley. He rolled the car to a stop and looked down at the dirty bag clenched in his fist. He held it close to his face as his hand opened like a water lily. Cy smiled.
Cy could see the white tops of his vans kick in front of his vision. The hood of a zip-up jacket covered his head. There was a scuff to his walk as his hands gripped the inner fabric of his coat pocket. The brief lighted corner hurt his eyes as he traversed it. He had just spent a mile walking in complete darkness. If he had to, he would walk ten miles more, but he was only a block away from his objective. He was lucky that there wasn’t a strong police presence. If there was he would have surely been stopped.
Cars were rushing on the highway that crossed over the forgotten community. Cy couldn’t see them. He always walked with his head down. He couldn’t care less because there was only one thing on his mind. His body was hungry for a fix.
He rounded the corner to Jeff’s town house and almost skipped his way up the stone stairs. The door was sea green with deep gouges in the wood. The smell of trash was in-escapable and it made his stomach hurt. The temperature was below freezing. In all honesty, Cy felt miserable.
He banged on the door. “You’re just here to get what’s yours.” He told himself as a shiver slid down his back. Jeff answered the door with the hazy green light of the living room in the background.
“What’s up man? Come on in.” A cheshire cat grin spread across his face. “You’re just in time.”
Cy followed him to the sofa and fell back on it.
“Grab a controller bro, its all set up.” There was a wooden coffee table between them and the television. An Xbox controller sat opposing Cy.
“Actually man, I’m just here to pick up” said Cy. Jeff’s face contorted disapprovingly.
“Well, that’s gonna be hard.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because I ain’t got any.” Jeff raised his hands and eyebrows almost as if he was saying “tough luck”.
“What the hell do you mean you don’t have any?” Cy exploded standing up. “What happened to ‘Oh yeah dude, don’t worry about it. I got you covered’ huh?”
“Sorry bro! I got more people than you to sell to. Plus he could afford to pay full price.” Cy was already pacing around his corner of space and ran his hands through his hair in angst.
“Well do you know where I can get any more?”
“Dude everyone is asleep, it’s hella early.”
“COME ON JEFF!” Cy took a couple deep breaths. He tried to calm his shaky hands. A couple deep breaths more and he was collected. “Ok ok ok ok, listen Jeff. I need a fix really bad. Could you at least try to call them? Please man.” Jeff was leaned away from him now. He wasn’t sure he wanted to help him at all.
“Alright, I’ll call, but if he doesn’t answer you’re outa luck.”
“Ok ok ok, cool man, cool.” Cy sat on the edge of the sofa and clasped his hands in anticipation. Jeff pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and entered the dark adjacent room. Cy prayed to God that he would be able to score. “I just need to get it. It’s owed to me, he told me he had it for me, so, he owes it to me to find some” he thought. Jeff came back into the room.
“You’re a lucky man, he just came up on some.” Jeff had a cocky smirk on his face. “So I’m assuming you need me to drive you right?”
“Yeah, yeah I do.”
Jeff’s car was an off yellow Oldsmobile. It was abused and, worst of all, the heater was broken. It worked though and Cy didn’t care as long as it got them there. The drive seemed to take forever. The entire time Cy’s right leg bounced. He glared at the passing scenery.
“Almost there buddy.”
They parked the rickety car on the street near some bent over trash cans. “Remember, just get what’s yours Cy.” He told himself again. He had never met a guy of this magnitude. This was like a dealer’s dealer so he better play nice. “I’ll play as nice as I need to. As long as they…” His train of thought was interrupted by the front door opening.
The man at the door didn’t say anything. He just let them in. Cy figured he would let Jeff do majority of the talking. He didn’t want to look like an *** in front of this guy. The needy pit in his stomach was much worse now, his whole body was starting to ache.
The interior was styled much like a normal house would be. The only difference was a loaded shotgun in the corner near the door. There was a conversation between the other two. Cy couldn’t even pay attention, his body’s need was overwhelming.
“Ok” said the dealer’s dealer. “It’s gonna be two hundred.”
“Two hundred?!” Cy’s heart beat thumped quick as he was filled with anxiety. He only had a hundred on him. “Could we do just a hundred?”
“I told you kid. Two hundred is what it costs. Now cough up or get the **** out!”
Cy panicked. “This is so unfair. This ***hole owes me a break. I deserve this. ****ing Jeff ****ed everything up. These people don’t understand.” His eyes spotted the shotgun. In a flash it was in his hand, it’s live barrel pointing at the two.
“I said one.” Came the dark face under the hoodie.
“That ain’t gonna happen.”
“YES IT IS ***HOLE!” As spit shot from his gnashing teeth. “Now hand it over!” The man didn’t hand it over, instead, he reached for a pistol. Cy was more focused and shot him dead. It was a shame that Cy didn’t know about the mechanics of a shot gun. Otherwise he would have known he couldn’t have shot with out hitting Jeff.
“S**t, ****, ****!” Came his worried curses. His nerves were gone and he frantically searched over the bodies. He was sure he killed them both. “What next what next what next?” he thought. “I need to get out of here fast.” He threw the shot gun down at the bodies, and pulled a small baggy from the dealer. He took Jeff’s keys.
The next chain of events was a blur, and then he was driving down an alley. He rolled the car to a stop and looked down at the dirty bag clenched in his fist. He held it close to his face as his hand opened like a water lily. Cy smiled.