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HE watches as the older man sniffs the white line off the desk, U-Wut watching in hunger with his "friends." It had been a day without drugs and honestly..U-Wut was just so hungry for them.
You're probably wondering. What the hell is a twenty two—almost three year old doing in a garage with drug addicts? Turns out, he was one as well..but this wasn't just drug addicts. After his own mother kicked him out after she found a stash of cocaine hidden underneath his mattress, he was living on the streets.
His best friend, Jae, offered to let him live with him and his mother, if he would quit his addiction. This led to a fight, U-Wut hasn't seen him since.
He lost two important people. His mother was his best friend, the most amazing mother you could have, and he fucked it up.
He remembers a car pulling up in the alley once, getting knocked out and he woke up in the garage. Next thing he knows, he's snuggling and dealing drugs just to earn money.
U-Wut dropped out of school to take care of his step brother, but that all went down the drain of course..He had no income or any way to even make his way into school.
He looks at the desk as he waits for his lines to from. The leader, Rockwell had formed three lines with a card, U-Wut getting more and more hungry for the drug.
And with that, he snorted a line and tilts his head back. He could feel the powder melt inside of him already, going towards down his throat and into his system. He snorts one more, pinching his nose as the drug stung.
He goes for a second, instantly enjoying the way he felt already. "We got the Cassano Family, again." Rockwell cheers. "Those dudes are fucking idiots." David joked, making the others laugh.
"Don Fabio is dead. Good job, U-Wut." He shoots his head up. "What?" "Well, what are you waiting for. Last line! You deserve it." He didn't even remember this. Good job? Who did he kill?
"Wait, who's dead?"
Rockwell sighed. "Remember when your job was to fill that cup with gray death?" U-Wut remembers now...the group just laughed and cheered. He was too stupid to know they made him kill a guy.
Gray death kills you no matter what. It's a lethal injection of carfentanil, herion, fentanyl, and a synthetic opiate, all in one drink. Yeah, that guy did die..
U-Wut snorts the last line. He shouldn't worry. Sure, he just killed the leader of the Italian mafia..but they've been on them for over a year, if something bad happen it would've already happened.
"I'm gonna go get some drinks. Can I?" U-Wut spoke as he stood up. "Just say your going on a walk." Rockwell huffs, letting him go. He hates this fucking place.
U-Wut put his shoes on, before walking out of the place. He enjoyed the sound of loud people screaming and car honks every three minutes. U-Wut walks along the sidewalk, looking the all the signs and how pretty the colors were to him.
Even if he was high, he still enjoyed this. He felt peaceful. He sees a black car pull up, causing him to take a right into the alley that led back to the garage. It was far though..
U-Wut stops, hearing silence once again. The car was probably just him being nervous after what happened. He turns around and that was until he felt a hand cover his mouth, the man was in a black cap and a black mask so he couldn't see him.
But, U-Wut was really close to him and he could still feel high. But he got lightheaded, U-Wut quickly kicks the man in the leg, making him groan in pain and fall. U-Wut runs off, almost falling as his vision went low.
This had to be one of the mafia men.
He hears the steps of him running behind, U-Wut was about to purposely run into a fucking wall. He didn't know what to do at this point. He didn't know what he was doing. U-Wut never wanted to kill anybody, he just wanted drugs and a roof over his head.
But he knew why he got picked. He was the youngest and weakest in the group. They don't need him. Nobody does. Not even his family. U-Wut gave up and looked for the nearest alley wall to run into.
And just like that. He blacked out and woke up with a horrible headache and his wrists in pain. His shoulders felt dense and his high was gone. He looks up, seeing an older male sitting in a chair, flicking a lighter back and forth.
He was in a room, a room that was just black with two chairs. U-Wut was so scared. He was actually fearing for his entire life at this moment. "P-Please." He breathes out. "I know why you took me. Please hear me out."
He stops. The room quiet besides U-Wuts panting. "I'm...I'm sorry! I didn't know what I was doing! I was just following orders!" He exclaims. "Shut up." He stops the male, making him go quiet.
He scoffs, "I've heard that so many times." He replies, standing up. "You're not special!" U-Wut jumps at the man's loud voice. "You killed my father. And thought you could get away with it." He bends down, getting closer to him.
"They didn't tell me I killed someone until after I got back." U-Wut whispers, feeling the hot breath of the older guys on his face. "Who?" He gulps. "Rockwell. David." U-Wut replies. "Don't you fucking see? Look at me! Why do you think they made me put that shit in that glass? I couldn't question it. I had no choice!"
He stares, getting quiet. "How old are you?" He asks. "Twenty. Twenty one next week..." U-Wut hated how fast the time went. It was..not a good thing to him.
"Hmm."
He moves away, sitting back in his chair. "Who's idea was it?" "Hmm?" The older guy sighs. "My name is Vincenzo Cassano. And you are going to tell me and prove me that you were forced to do this or I will kill you."
