Be home late, party 2night. I cant miss it. Dont wait up.
He sighs and closes out of Mona's contact. He hates lying to her. He really does, but she wouldn't understand if she knew the truth. It's better that she just thinks he's a party crazed druggie...
SO many lies. He's starting to forget what his reality is and what it is that he made up for the "sake of others"; who is he and what does he even want anymore? The amounts of lies he finds himself living in is suffocating, it's like they have ganged up on him and decide to trap him in a corner to steal him of whatever they can get their hands on. He can only be relieved by calling on another, only to have that lie pull out a new weapon and help in cornering him in the back alley that is his life.
From: The Devil Incarnate (8:50pm)
Behind the Sultry Poultry. Now.
His feet are full of lead and it hurts to step toward the chicken-strip club-eating establishment. He hasn't worked for 2 months now. He's surprised hes been at peace for this long to be honest.; then again he is the best that she has. He wears his best pair of black skinny jeans and a dark blue graphic tee. The black Vans on his feet give no arch support be he wont be walking for much longer as long as whoever needs him has a car. Rounding the corner of the Sultry Poultry he finally sees her again. She makes the hairs on his neck stand on end, her blatant beauty accompanied by the shitty personality that lies underneath is disgusting. He dons a smile and throws his arms out in a hugging manner.
"Alicia! Long time no see, you look great." he starts. She turns around and her midnight black hair whips behind her. Her painted red lips pull up into a grin.
"If it isn't my favorite absent little whore." she says dropping the grin she had put on. Her hands perch on her hips and suddenly Kaden feels the still chill in the area. He drops his smile as well and takes in a breath before cutting to the chase.
"What do you want?"
"You, back at work. Your regulars have been asking about you, and you know how much money they pay for you. Your little break has cost me a shit ton of money, about 50 thousand. If you don't make it back plus some I'll skin you alive and throw you in the pit." she deadpans.
"By when?" he asks quietly. He feels his nose burn from the call of oncoming tears.
"Next month. Or I'll fuck you up. I'm a nice person, I'll arrange all the necessary meetings and transactions...but if you fuck me over...you'll regret it." she turns her back on him and walks back to the street. His heart speed up and the air is coming in less and less now. He can't breathe and before he knows it he passes out.
He wakes up in the spot he passed out in, with full memory of why he's here. The tears almost come...but he refuses to let them. Not because of Alicia. His phone buzzes and he pulls it out to realize he has a message.
From: The Devil Incarnate (8:59pm)
First customer. The Pit.10:00. A 500.
"Fuck you. You ca… Artichoke. Antidisestablishmentarianism. Michael Cera’s unbelievably sexy pencil mustache."
The words make him look up from the darkness and to a man who seem to be having some sort of internal battle of sorts. Multiple personality disorder or something? Please don't let this be the guy he's supposed to suck off. He walks over to him, unnoticed, in hopes of finding out his problem.
"SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!!!!!!" The man screams.
“Hey. Are you alright?” He asks worried.
“Oh. Sorry. I was just…”
It's night time. What a douche.
Without another word he walks to the car and braces himself for another one of many, rough, late nights.