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behind her.
JoAnn remembered feeling the metal bumper. The bumper hitting her legs as she fell to the ground was the last thing she remembered before she was knocked out.
I guess he caught up with me, JoAnn thought to herself.
FUCK! I had to get a hit. Who knows how long I have been lying here, but I’m sure it was a long time.
“Get up” the voice inside her said. “Go get some money. We need a hit. We’ll worry about your leg later.”
That’s when JoAnn looked down and realized her knee was swollen to the size of a cantaloupe. She stood up and tried to put some pressure on it but almost fell down. She wanted to just lie on the ground and scream for help but the voice wouldn’t like that. Pulling her pants up she started walking.
I needed to get us some money. The voice and I needed our medicine, she forced herself to go on despite the pain.
I could take a few customers, but that would take too long and it was still light out. Her pussy was throbbing so badly already that she didn’t think she could take a dick anyway.
I could go steal something and sell it, the way she looked, she wouldn’t make it inside a store before security got her.
“Go get some stuff from the kids,” the voice said.
Hmmm… Momma did show me where they was moving, JoAnn thought back on the day her Momma pointed out their new house.
“You damn right. Let’s go get it,” JoAnn said aloud to the voice.
She was walking on the street now and people were staring at her, but there was nothing new about that. The voice and she often talked to each other out loud. The voice always had the best ideas to get them a fix or out of a jam.
Hopefully, they weren’t home so I could get in and leave, she walked and formed a plan.
Just let me make it a little while longer, she begged. I just wanna make it to the next hit. That’s all I care about.
“We gonna make it. All this pain will be gone when we get our high,” the voice told JoAnn.
Getting high made JoAnn think of her most prized possession. She reached inside her shirt and felt around in her worn bra. Her face went up into a half-grin as she felt her needle bag. She would have fully smiled if her jaw wasn’t busted.
They didn’t get my best friend, JoAnn thought to herself as she hobbled through the streets.
To JoAnn, the needle was the only thing she could depend on.
* * *
"MOMMA!" Corey screamed as he opened the door.
“Hey, baby,” JoAnn said but Corey knew something was wrong. She was holding her stomach and her face was swollen. She couldn’t hide her limping. JoAnn always had a smell, but it was worse this time.
Corey tried to hug her but she moaned from pain as he squeezed her.
“Momma, who did this to you?” Corey asked. The concern in his tone was that of a protective father. Standing at five feet tall, Corey was far from a father figure. Corey always wished he was older and bigger to beat up those guys that hurt his Momma. This wasn’t the first time JoAnn had shown up, beaten and bruised, from a “fall down the stairs,” as she liked to call it.
JoAnn didn’t answer his question. Corey wouldn’t have known the drug dealer’s name anyway. “Is Brina here?” JoAnn asked, peeking around Corey to look into the house.
“Naw, Momma, She’s at work but, Momma, she said I can’t let you in,” Corey said the words as he looked down towards his feet.
He felt bad that he couldn’t let her in but, after his first game went missing, he understood why.
“Aww, that’s ok, baby. You gotta mind your sister,” JoAnn said. Inside, she was kicking herself.
How am I gonna get the money now? JoAnn asked the voice. No longer did she depend on her own conscience for decisions. The voice was the only reasoning she had left.
“Get him to give you something,” the voice whispered to her.
JoAnn went to work. “I understand, but Momma needs help. I owe a man money. The man that did this to me,” JoAnn said as she showed Corey her
JoAnn remembered feeling the metal bumper. The bumper hitting her legs as she fell to the ground was the last thing she remembered before she was knocked out.
I guess he caught up with me, JoAnn thought to herself.
FUCK! I had to get a hit. Who knows how long I have been lying here, but I’m sure it was a long time.
“Get up” the voice inside her said. “Go get some money. We need a hit. We’ll worry about your leg later.”
That’s when JoAnn looked down and realized her knee was swollen to the size of a cantaloupe. She stood up and tried to put some pressure on it but almost fell down. She wanted to just lie on the ground and scream for help but the voice wouldn’t like that. Pulling her pants up she started walking.
I needed to get us some money. The voice and I needed our medicine, she forced herself to go on despite the pain.
I could take a few customers, but that would take too long and it was still light out. Her pussy was throbbing so badly already that she didn’t think she could take a dick anyway.
I could go steal something and sell it, the way she looked, she wouldn’t make it inside a store before security got her.
“Go get some stuff from the kids,” the voice said.
Hmmm… Momma did show me where they was moving, JoAnn thought back on the day her Momma pointed out their new house.
“You damn right. Let’s go get it,” JoAnn said aloud to the voice.
She was walking on the street now and people were staring at her, but there was nothing new about that. The voice and she often talked to each other out loud. The voice always had the best ideas to get them a fix or out of a jam.
Hopefully, they weren’t home so I could get in and leave, she walked and formed a plan.
Just let me make it a little while longer, she begged. I just wanna make it to the next hit. That’s all I care about.
“We gonna make it. All this pain will be gone when we get our high,” the voice told JoAnn.
Getting high made JoAnn think of her most prized possession. She reached inside her shirt and felt around in her worn bra. Her face went up into a half-grin as she felt her needle bag. She would have fully smiled if her jaw wasn’t busted.
They didn’t get my best friend, JoAnn thought to herself as she hobbled through the streets.
To JoAnn, the needle was the only thing she could depend on.
* * *
"MOMMA!" Corey screamed as he opened the door.
“Hey, baby,” JoAnn said but Corey knew something was wrong. She was holding her stomach and her face was swollen. She couldn’t hide her limping. JoAnn always had a smell, but it was worse this time.
Corey tried to hug her but she moaned from pain as he squeezed her.
“Momma, who did this to you?” Corey asked. The concern in his tone was that of a protective father. Standing at five feet tall, Corey was far from a father figure. Corey always wished he was older and bigger to beat up those guys that hurt his Momma. This wasn’t the first time JoAnn had shown up, beaten and bruised, from a “fall down the stairs,” as she liked to call it.
JoAnn didn’t answer his question. Corey wouldn’t have known the drug dealer’s name anyway. “Is Brina here?” JoAnn asked, peeking around Corey to look into the house.
“Naw, Momma, She’s at work but, Momma, she said I can’t let you in,” Corey said the words as he looked down towards his feet.
He felt bad that he couldn’t let her in but, after his first game went missing, he understood why.
“Aww, that’s ok, baby. You gotta mind your sister,” JoAnn said. Inside, she was kicking herself.
How am I gonna get the money now? JoAnn asked the voice. No longer did she depend on her own conscience for decisions. The voice was the only reasoning she had left.
“Get him to give you something,” the voice whispered to her.
JoAnn went to work. “I understand, but Momma needs help. I owe a man money. The man that did this to me,” JoAnn said as she showed Corey her
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