"I don't feel anything."
"In time... we're finna have a party..." he said. Besujia stood straight. "What do you want me to do?"
"Sit the fuck down for a minute. Afterwards I need you find out where we are and collect people."
"How?"
"Use facebook. Something."
"I don't have magic." Aleigha beat the shit out of her previously. She couldn't offer anything. Mable wasn't smart, she was just addicted. A little cocaine, heroin, alcohol, benzos, LSD was her favorite, meth was strong, but it did the body good. She tried Mollies, the classic shrooms, even got high off roofies, and had a pinky worth of nicotine that led to cancer. Then she tried steroids which led to a long term use of Opioids.
When that didn't hold her, she skipped to huffing glue, she smelled hand sanitizer, and paid off a doctor so she gets anesthesia.
She was high as hell, and it made her happy. She took antidepressants but they didn't get her high or calm her down. She was always trying new things. Especially sexual stimulants, now she couldn't feel anything.
And came up with a brilliant idea to shave the side of chalk and snort.
How the fuck does a person live like that? She would take a laxative and because she dropped out of high school, was homeless, and massively fucking retarded.
Laxatives allowed her to not only shit furiously, but also become a healthy weight of 110 pounds with added cancer making her good 83.
Doctors said she didn't have time to live because she was destroying her body. But thanks to laxatives and constant walking due to homeless shit.
Mable Motherfucking Harper believed her stupid ass was fucking immortal.
She sure missed her pimp. She guessed Montgomery would do.
"Why do I have to do it?"
"Because Mable," he used air quotes. "Lord knows you fucked up as it is."
"For now..."
"For now?" he mocked. "Imma empty out the house. You just sit down."
"But you said..." she thought about it. She was this because of Growden. She liked it but her head felt so strange. She couldn't describe it, it was as if a single thought skipped over her. She wanted to speak but then it would get softer and softer, like a whisper. So quiet the wind wouldn't pick it up; just cover it. And her ears bled. That was a good sign, and the thought finished. She wanted ice cream, cream, cream, cream. ICE CREAM WITH CHOCOLATE syrup, bananas, and nuts...oh... that's a.... sundae.... she wanted a sun...dae.....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................WHAT! She forgot.
Did he tell her to do something? Goddamn it what was she doing? How did she get here from the kitchen? There was a pancake in the kitchen and... she needed to.... eat it--no. She had something...... to do with the..... cake.
OH! That's right..... she missed Chava's birthday. No........... that's.................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................I think I have to go to the bathroom.................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
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"MABLE!" Montgomery bellowed. "Pissing all over the damn carpet like you always do. Goddamn." Montgomery left with his eyes green. Mable, Besujia, well... the carpet was wet.
And a thought came to Mable. She had to go to the store on Penallta, no, on Gwalia.
What was that street? It would come to her eventually. There was a dead body in the room. Is that.... Melvin? LORD HAVE MERCY!
She had known Melvin for years they went to Granite Bay High School. Melvin used to try and talk to her sister and she went to protect her sister but nah. She needed up giving him a blowjob in the bathroom during lunch.
He gave her a twenty.
She should start doing that again. Prostitution was fun. She got to know so many people like Brooke. And Eddie, there was Mr. Stein. Mr. Stein was real nice, he gave her eight dollars and shampoo. Some perfume, a whole bath kit she took home. He had a finely shaped penis. Actually, she thought he loved her, but he didn't, so she stabbed him in his sleep.
But he wasn't dead because the covers covered him. Then Paul Sherman helped her get a job at a convenience store. She wasn't getting paid enough so she stabbed him too.
There was a nigga, two niggas, three niggas she knew but she couldn't remember their names. They had big dicks and one didn't have hair. One said to Mable, you think this big? My bitch says it ain't and it felt big in her mouth and ass.
She had a threeway--wait, she remembered, his name was April. Nah, why the fuck would a nigga be named April? It must have been Felix, Edmond, well, it damn sure wasn't Omar because her brother name was Omar.
She never fucked him. And her cousin was Farida---nah that's aunt Frida who died in 1831 and born September 11th and that's bad luck day.
She was walking in circles and didn't even know she passed the same broken cup. Finally, it happened. She clicked her tongue, "I told that girl to leave shit alone. She finna hear me... she picked up the broken cup and threw it in a bucket.
Oh right, she had to go to the store!
"I think the CVS is open 24 hours," she thought. Mable, Besujia, oh---and her other name. The one Attaullah gave her, she couldn't say it and it sounded evil. So she came up with Besujia. It just came to her like wishes.
Like money.
Like penis.
Off to the store!
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Mable didn't understand where she was. They came off Canada. Well, they must have drove more than 50 miles. If she had her cross, she might know. Shikki stabbed her with it, stupid little bitch.
So what if she kidnapped somebody's daughter and tried to turn them into a slave for work so she wouldn't have to? Kids have to work anyway!
She stabbed her, shot her with her own gun, like the kid was smart! In 2001... 2002? 2012? She didn't remember. And everybody in the hood is such a big fat lie. Like W. R was her friend and he really snitched to Aleigha. Shikki wasn't even his real daughter. She probably was hers and she just forgot because she went to the hospital to get her tubes tied.
Though, it was a good thing to do that. And it made sense to think like that. She left the baby at the hospital, so she could get her tubes tied and the hospital said they would look after the kid and Aleigha kidnapped her daughter Michelle!
Who was she talking about?
Oh right, the eight year old.
Stupid fucking Aleigha. He was obviously gay. Men don't twist and wear heels. Aleigha was gay, they even said it on the news and one time.... while she was taking aspirin with her alcohol; she saw the LGBT commercial come on and saw him in the background.
She said, I knew he was gay. He look gay.
He was even having sex with men in prison. That's why he went to jail! She shouldn't have gone to jail. He should be in jail. Aleigha was a rapist! They had all the men on TV who he raped in jail.
Like Arthur Logan. She had seen Arthur on that one TV show, Bitter. He played that man who married that woman who cheated on her husband with the doctor. That was him.
Where the fuck was the CVS? She was surrounded by dirt. Is that a turtle? She went closer to the small animal. "Oh, no---that's a rock." she laughed to herself. "Damn, I need a ride to the CVS." she looked down the road hoping somebody would give her a lift.
"HELLO!" she shouted into the air. "Damn! What I gotta do to get a lift!"
No cars ever came.