Foreign Part I & II

Chapter Part II

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I figured whatever I had taken from this guy would wear off by now after all it had been three days. I've been heavy breathing for the past couple of days and can't stop feeling like I'm forgetting something.

I've been at this weird ass loft and a lot of strange visitors have come by I've been noting it all and realized they all want one thing ... an escape. It was more than that for me I was looking for to plan a way of survival.... First things first, I gotta shake these drugs off.

Oh yea, by the way I met this chick a couple of days ago,she told me to call her Bowey , she stands about six feet and when she takes her clothes off she's paper thin.

Choice drug nose candy, every night she stumbles in and collapses to the ground leaving very few for the imagination. I feel for her man shes so far gone that not even her quitting now will bring her back to herself,but I mean who am I to judge ?

I have my demons as well.

Bowey and I talk a lot about her dad and shit like that, she's basically rich with rich girl problems and she complains about the most trivial things.

She once came to me about her dad making her pay 50k for a spot in Toronto I mean if I had the amount of money she had I'd have no worries but I guess that's just me.

I asked her if it'd be cool if I crashed at her place for a while but lately I've been sending people to watch Mona while I've been concentrating on breathing the past couple of days.

Man I tell you I don't know how I would've gotten past this without Bowey. 

Yeah we did it a couple times I even shared with her some things I haven't even told Mona. While we fucked the whole time the only person on my mind was Mona I even pretended that it was her instead of Bowey who I was in. I'm in some deep shit man, I got it bad for this girl I wish I didn't feel this way but I do.

In efforts to get my mind off Mona I decided to keep myself busy by thinking of a new hustle. See back in Montreal I was the man. I sold things mostly name brand shoes, tickets, albums but I ventured off into drugs on the side. It was a good hustle I made bank the only problem was that I worked alone. This time I have the key to riches....Bowey.

As I made my way to Bowey's place of residency I entered not knowing I was alone. I grabbed a bite to eat, found her PlayStation, sat on her couch and started playing Fortnite. Her pad was amazing man it wasn't too grand either. My plan was to stay here for a while gain her trust and convince her to begin hustling with me.

Bowey came in at 4 am she came into the room I was sleeping in and began talking my ear off, I kept trying to avoid conversation as well as eye contact. I greeted her, "Bowey what are you on? and do you have any idea what time it is, I got shit to do later."

Bowey drowsily replied, "I know I know...I jus-"  she was cut off by a loud banging at the door.

Then suddenly she jumped up, ran into her bathroom and cried out, "NO NO Not today please not today."

I decided to go to the door.

As I walked up to it I could feel the heat of the knob as if it were the persons energy releasing onto the door.

I opened the door.

This big round brown guy was standing there, he then spoke to me and said, "who the fuck are you?" to which I replied, "I'm Bowey's friend I live here whats up man?"  the guy tried to peep in but I blocked his view as I closed the door a tad more.

The guy then explained in an angry tone that Bowey had owed him a cut in profit from her side job. That's right Bowey was a street hustler. I was proud in a way to call her my friend at this point because just as I thought, this is my gold ticket to riches.

I told the guy to leave before I put a cap in his head, he left but not without threatening me as well. Never do I take threats to heart but this one was wild.

Abel's Thoughts

The reason that I am okay with using Bowey is because I have met girls like her, they love a good time live for today party tomorrow. Always strung out on something each day the drugs get more and more hardcore in efforts to try and get over the issues their father left them with. Father tries to get back into their lives with constant allowances unknowingly paying for their tiresome wild nights out in the city. Before they realize  all of it is just too much it's too late and they OD before making it to the last party of their lives.

Before that happens I'm deciding to make use of this whole entire situation I have to get her to use her status to hire street chasers. If this all works I could be set for life.

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