"Fucking stupid junkie fuckup! Get up!"

I felt another kick in the ribs, that wasn't good.

I rolled over on the street and looked up at the two men beating my guts out.

"Next time Hank, you pay or were just gonna fucking put a knife in you."

That didn't sound good.

"Alright,alright, tell Monty I will have his cash." The two men looked at each other and nodded. "Alright Hankie, don't go dying, We decide that, besides we want our cash from you."

I got up and limped out the alley towards the sidewalk.

"And no running away Ethier Frankie, we will find you, if you do."

The thought of being stabbed to death, why couldn't it be a bullet, I guess such luxury is reserved for the privileged.

I wiped the blood from my mouth.

Now I need a new shirt.

The sunset was a good sign that all the salvation stores are closed.

This one will have to do for the night.

I walked the road, contemplating why my life had to be so Fucken cursed, with such concentrated misery. That thought alone was enough to drive a man crazy with anger and filled his heart with hate.

I stopped at a busy intersection light and brought out my sign I had made a while back with some cardboard I found laying around behind the food store.

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I didn't have much cardboard to write on, so I drew some money on the front of the cardboard and people pretty much understood what I was asking for.

I was usually getting about 60 bucks a night. But tonight after waiting for 3 hours on the busy highway,rush hour was over and I made a whole 10 bucks in coins. I'm guessing it was this damn blood covered shirt. Walking back to my alley way,

I know it's not enough but I must have my fix of the dragon. Which was my heroin addiction.

I waited in the back alley for the guy.

He always pulled up in a sleek black car wearing a mask that kept his identity secret.

And he pulled up in the car.

"I got ten bucks. Can I get the usual amount and I will pay the rest later?"

The drug dealer's dark eyes held a serious stare.

"No! What the fuck you think this is a bank we don't offer payment plans you Ethier pay now or nothing."

"Ohh man, please! I need the stuff I can't. Please, I will do anything!"

"Well there's one thing now that I'm thinking of."

The man turned off the engine and got out of the car, shut the door, then walked up to me and passed to the back of the vehicle.

"Come!"

I followed him to the back of his car.

"Take off your shit and bend over the back!"

I know it wasn't right but I needed the fix.

I unbuttoned my pants, "Hurry the fuck up I don't got all day bitch."

And when my pants

reached my ankles he grabbed my shorts and pulled them down with a force.

And shoved his member inside my anus and proceeded to fuck my ass bent over the trunk of his car, it felt like forever.

He thrusted really hard into me, almost Asif he enjoyed it when I grunted from the pain.

Then after a punishing finish he pulled out and I felt his load leak down my balls and leg as I stood straight. Pulled up my pants from my ankles, buttoned them back up then, Walked around to his front window to get my fix. I felt terrible.

He got in his car. "Here you go." he threw the drugs out on the pavement. I scrambled to pick up the small vial.

I walked back to my alley. The night was cold. My nose just wouldn't stop leaking.

I sat with my back against the wall, the cold concrete giving no warmth. I reached for my used needle and filled it with my vial.

I tied off and shot for the moon.

The feeling was the best. All the pain from earlier was now gone and I had no care, I felt it all drift away, What's that light, Coming down the alley?

What's these guys in white suits? Why are they surrounding me? Am I tripping?

Is that a small bat or is that a board coming for my head? …….

End of chapter 002 Dark Base written by Travis Willier copyright 2021