I felt my breath catch in my throat. My blood was frozen in my veins. No fucking way! I thought. I was still hiding but I could see Kale clearly.

Whatever happened to him, it didn’t look pretty. His hair looked ragged and unhealthy, his eyes were bloodshot, but that wasn’t a difference. Damn, at least when I was living with him, he took somewhat care of himself…

“Is Evan here?” Kale asked again. His voice was raspy and sounded like he had been smoking five packs of cigarettes a day for the past ten years. Must be the cocaine and cigars.

“No, she’s not.” Jimmy answered. In the midst of Kale coming here and asking for me, I had forgotten that Jimmy was the one at the door, and at the same time, thankful it wasn’t me.

“Dude, look I know you two had a thing going on the side. I ain’t stupid, I’m pretty sure she’s here. I just need to talk to her,” Kale grabbed a cigarette, lighting it with a glare.

“Number one, put that shit out and number two, even if she was here, I wouldn’t let you anywhere near her. Go away and stay away.” Jimmy growled. Kale just hung his head and walked off. As Jimmy shut the door.

I had the sudden urge to go empty my guts in the toilet bowl. I felt the bile coming up, so I ran like hell to the bathroom. I dropped to my knees just in time. As I threw back up what I had eaten in the past three days, Jimmy walked in and noticed where I was.

“Shit.” He muttered, pulling my hair up for me even though I had chunks of vomit in my hair already. When I was finally finished, I wiped my mouth on the back of my arm, feeling totally disgusting. I shuddered and began to strip.

Jimmy raised his eyebrows. “Oh don’t give me that look, you’ve seen all this before,” I said, turning on the hot water. I wanted to just scrub my body until it was red and raw. I felt so icky. I stepped under the hot water and grabbed a wash rag. I hated vomiting, always have, probably always will.


Once I was done showering, I had my hair wrapped in a towel and Jimmy had lent me one of his shirts, I didn’t mind not wearing pants around Jimmy. I was pretty used to it.

I had Kale on my mind; I couldn’t fathom why he came here. He should some have some other whore waiting on his every need, why did he need me?

As if Jimmy knew what I thinking, out of blue he said, “Don’t worry about Kale, he won’t be coming around here anymore.” He said.

I believed him too, and I could only hope that he was right.