Deadly Seductions:
TIL DEBT DO US PART
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Published by Purple Martinee Media
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“Hey, Mom—do you think I can borrow a hundred dollars until next week?”
“Brian, you don’t have a job and you just borrowed money from me three weeks ago, and you haven’t paid me back yet.”
“Mom, you know I will pay you back when I get it. I don’t know why you make me go through this all the time.”
“What do you need the money for, Brian?”
“Mom, why can’t you just give me the money without the standard interrogation? I don’t need you in my business all the time. I just need it aight …”
“Brian, first of all, you are my child, and I can ask you whatever I want. Especially when you live under my roof and are asking for my money. Do you understand me? Besides, Brian, I know you are on something and want the money for drugs and alcohol.”
Brian was becoming increasingly impatient listening to his mother rant and rave about how he was on drugs. He was itching for his next fix and couldn’t control the urges any longer. He loved his mom but at times like these he wanted to push her to the side, take the money, and go get his fix.
“You always tell me that when I need something I can come to you, but when I do all I get is your shit. Just forget it … I will get the money elsewhere.”
“Brian, don’t think that just because you’re eighteen you won’t get a smack across your face. Talk to me like that again and you’ll need money for new teeth.”
Brian started to walk away from where his mother was in the kitchen preparing dinner. She was still cursing under her breath at how disappointed she was in him and what an embarrassment he had become. Since he turned sixteen and started hanging around the Goth crowd in his high school there was a great change in him. He no longer cared about school or his future. He gradually started smoking weed and drinking beer, then his mother would start to find X and PCP in his room. These drugs were the gateway to his current drug of choice, cocaine.
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“Hello!”
“Yo, it’s me, Brian.”
“What up, Brian, wuz good?”
“Man, I need a real fix but I’m …I’m kinda short on cash. Do you think you can hook me up with a loan?” Brian asked while scratching his inner arm. The nails of Brian’s index and middle fingers were as sharp as a vampire’s, causing blood to surface when he scratched his skin too hard.
“I don’t know Bri, you kind of over the limit on your loans already.”
“Come on man, it’s only an eight ball until next week. You know I’m good for it.”
“Aight, but I want three fifty back.”
“Yo, Tommy, don’t you think that’s a little steep?”
“Sure it is, but if you want good interest rates go to the bank. Do you want the eight ball or not?” Tommy asked impatiently.
“Yes, I’m on my way. Have it ready for me.”
“No doubt. Remember, I want three fifty next Friday or you’re a dead man.”
“I got you, Tommy,” Brian said as he hung up the phone.
Brian wondered where he would get three hundred and fifty dollars by next Friday. As quickly as he thought about it, he quickly dismissed the thought and realized he didn’t give a fuck. He only had one thing on his mind.
“I’ll just have to worry about it on Thursday. Right now I need a fix quick,” Brian mumbled to himself as he strapped on his sneakers.
Over the past two years Brian’s addiction to cocaine had grown increasingly aggressive. He now had to have eight balls a day with several beers to function. He had lost track of how much debt he owed, but he knew it was well over two Gs. His mother would lock her bedroom door at night because she was afraid he would crave his fix and kill her for not giving him any money. He had sold everything in the house that had value and his mom was on the verge of filing for bankruptcy.
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Beep … beep … beep…
Brian awoke to the annoying sound of his alarm clock going off. His mother would set it every night to try and motivate him to get out of bed.
Knock. Knock.
“I hate that stupid clock,” Brian muttered as he knocked the clock from his night table.