The next day, Samhill gave me some keys and I went on a drive with him to a motel. Citadel's Fjord Motel was mainly a group of vampires that did drugs, sold drugs, and the dead itself. Everything was illegal.
When you drove onto the premises, the first thing you noticed was cars in the parking space and cars outside spaces and parked on the curve of the motel or sitting in middle of the parking lot. Samhill parked near a curve and a vampire with a bad back is mumbling to himself out loud.
"Kick my motherfucking ass out the motherfucking house. I bought the goddamn house." It sounds ridiculously funny while looking at this vamp walk with a lean. "Get out." Samhill pulls the keys out the ignition. He steps out the car and I step out. A vampire from the top floor of the motel comes down and goes to the side of the building to drop his pants.
With his dick out, he looks at Samhill. "Sammy!"
"Nigga leave me alone!"
"I got something you want!" the vampire yells back cupping is mouth over his hands so his voice can reach. "No, the fuck you don't!" Samhill yells. "Especially if yo ass done touch it."
I follow behind Samhill to the second floor of the motel which has seven rooms. We go to the room at the end. "Who was that?" I ask.
"That's Felix." he puts the key in the door and a man is gnawing a bone while sitting on the bed. Luckily there is a bed close to the window looking at the parking lot. "Collin." Samhill says. "Get out!"
"I paid rent."
"I don't like yo ass no more." he swings his head out the door. "Get the fuck out."
"I got 600 saved up. Sam, come on."
"Get yo loose fanged ass out my shit, Collin!"
"Goddamn..." he gets up pouting with his fat bottom lip out. "I hope yo ass die!"
"Amen," he rolls his eyes. "Ok, you gon stay here. Tomorrow, I need to go regulate some dogs. I own the motel and you my rent."
"You rent out a motel, outside the Ghetto?"
"Illegal shit."
"Oh..." I'm not surprised anymore. "On a regular basis, I'd make ya ass stay for 1,160."
"You are outrageous..." I gawk at him. "So how much you got?"
"Let's see..." he thinks about it. "I'm not finna be broke and dead, so aboy 16k plus." he shrugs. "Plus, Ivy downstairs got like six kids and shit."
"Monster..."
"They live at daycare. She got a whole lesbian bitch fighting for her ass, so she can pay both rent andchildsupport."
"Monster..."
"So... call the police." he smirks. "If they make over here."
"What do I do?"
"Stay over here until I give you work."
"I'm not a hoe!"
"Well, that indian, arab, whatever was finna kill you so say thank you."
"Vijay--"
"Wants yo ass dead. So fuck with me or die twice. I don't give a fuck." he heads out the door. "I'm being nice."
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This bed is squishy. I pulled the covers back to see a bunch of roaches under it and leap back to the other bed.
I pull the covers back on the bed close to the bathroom, it has yellow stains on the sheets.
I have to sleep on the floor.
The motel room consist of all your common accommodations. A microwave, a small TV, a sink next to the bathroom because on the inside of the bathroom, there is no tub.
Where do I buy undies? And a washcloth...
I wanna go outside, but I fear that I have to talk to people, dead people.
We have to make trips out here. I get up and make sure I have my keys. I lock up and look at the parking lot. It's a vamp on the grass scratching everypart of his body and vampires sitting on cars in the parking lot. There's a woman going up and down the sidewalk yelling. "I scratch yo back! I do it all the time. I pay for shit you got, I feed you, I give you everything! You don't love me, you cheat on me, you sold my dog!"
"Fuck muffin!" I hear somebody respond. "Fuck you, Chalmers! You don't do nothing for me! Yo dick stank, you a hoe, you gay, you broke, and you lie. And you don't believe in God. And eat with yo mouth open. Yo middle name is Jimmy!"
"Rosie! Get cho' ass in this motel!"
"And I'm tired of being dead. I'm tired of killing people I don't know, I told you to kill my mama so we could take the house and you didn't do it. I hate you!" she crosses her arms. "Rosie!" the man yells. "And... And, I don't wanna drag race no more. I don't wanna suck dick for money. I'm sick of eating noodles, I'm sick of wearing the same clothes everyday. I hate you!"
"Are you done?"
I go downstairs and this man has an entire toddler looking out the door with him, yelling at his baby mama, walking up and down the sidewalk in coochie shorts.
She looks like she's on drugs.
"I will never be done! I'm breaking up with you! I'm going to my brother house. I'm finna find me a real nigga to take care of me and Charlie!"
"Yo brother is dead!"
"Bring him back!" she yells. I roll my eyes and talk to a woman heading upstairs. "Excuse me." She looks back at me. "Do you know where a store is so I can buy some things?"
"You new?"
"Samhill brought me over here."
"So you work for him? You just starting?"
"Yes, my name is... Cedrica McCoy." I really don't think it's good to tell people anything. I don't think it's wise to tell people Alexis. Nor is it smart to be talking period.
"Across the street, it's a witch over there. She runs a thrift store. Her name is Froiliuba Octavia."
"Thank you."
"My name is Philippa Octavia, I'm her granddaughter."
"Nice to meet you." she continues to go upstairs, and I make my way across the street.
This street is named is Hardwick Caerfai. It's like a small shopping center over here. They sell Just For e products, there's a small liquor store next to a closed blockbuster, or some store named Figment Movies.
I was mistaken. I look through the window, and it's a nigga in there jacking off.
The store with Philippa's grandma is Urban Picnic. She has things blocking the large window with jail bars over it, but I can see just a bit of her witch hat. I go in and a bell rings my arrival. "Poor or stealing?" the old woman ask me. This store is full of marijuana, just a collection of gas building up with the AC on.
I cannot see.
"I just moved in and your granddaughter said you might have some things I want?"
She licks her lips. "Look around." she says. She has some clothes, new and a laundry basket full of underwear in packets or clipped together. "These clean?"
"Brand new." she says. "How much?"
"Buy two for three."
"Three dollars?" Why is it that I can't remember being broke? Oh my god. "Can I come back later?"
She nods. "Thank you so much."
I have to wait until I get money.