"tired of feelin' like I'm trapped in my damn mind, tired of feelin' like I'm trapped in a damn lie"
I walked along the shitty sidewalk keeping my hands in the hoodie pockets and my face hidden in my hood, last time I make a deal with that prick. I gripped the cash in my hands jogging up the steps of the porch but stopping and instead deciding to take my short cut. Not really in the mood to piss off Tony tonight.
I walked along the side of the house and glanced up at the window that was lit up by the lamp and began climbing the rope that's always there for these situations. I dropped on the pile of clothes silently but all silence was broken by a scream and I was in the hallway before I knew my feet were moving. Before I could tear Clovers bedroom door down that bitch Oscar grabbed my hoodie and yanked it.
"What the fu-"
Another scream from Clover made my blood go cold and I waited for an explanation. "He said if anyone went in there he would put them on the street." I scoffed and pulled out the metal tool I use to pick locks and got to work at her door. As soon as I heard the comforting click I burst through the door and Clover sobbing uncontrollably was the only sound in the room.
I felt my entire body shake and my eyes pin point the fucker that was touching himself in front of her. I gripped his throat so hard and threw a punch at his face sending him to the floor. I stood above him with nothing but adrenaline running through my body. I've never been the good guy, never gonna be the good guy, I'll kill this bastard.
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Sin City
RomanceOil and Water, that's what they were. A pure refreshing glow followed Clover everywhere she went, like the rain she washed away the bad and left behind a clean sense of contentment. The good was in everyone and she made it her goal to find it. She w...