I looked around my empty home wondering why I was still living. I had put my body through more shit in the past six months than I had since I was born and despite all my efforts I’m still alive. Why am I doing this you wonder well it’s simple. I’m not good with death nor being abandoned but who really is? Anyway, my mother left me as a child. I guess I just wasn’t enough for her. But the real reason is the fact that my best friend is gone. Jimmy promised me when we were young that he would never leave me alone in this world but look at me. I’ve never been more alone. I’m surrounded by people but I’m all alone. He left to me just like everyone else.

I’m currently sitting here in my living room waiting for [url=http://www.mibba.com/Stories/Characters/483405/Pray-For-Me/]Cole[/url] to get here with my coke. Cole, ah she’s an amazing creature, certifiable, but amazing. Well, I only think she’s amazing because she is my drug dealer and she is just a tremendous fucking slut.
I was interrupted by the sound of the front doorbell. I jumped up and ran for it.

“Hey, Brian.” Cole said once I opened to the front door.

“Hey, come on in.” I instructed as I took in her appearance. She had literally no style, but I guess being strung out on cocaine doesn’t help. Ah fuck, who I’m kidding, I’m strung out too but I still don’t look like a fucking blind clown dressed me.

She did as I said and took her usually seat on the couch. I shut the door and walked over to my not so usual seat.

“Why are you sitting there?” Cole asked.

“Because.” I replied shortly from my chair. To be honest I just don’t fell like putting up with her shit.
She didn’t say anything she just got up and walked over and stood right in front of me. I looked up cocking my eyebrow at her. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a brown paper bag full of the things I asked for.
I couldn’t stop the smile that spread on my face.

“Bri, I think we should take this and have a little party upstairs.” She said as she sat the bag down on the coffee table and moved so that she was standing between my legs.

“I’m not in the mood for your shit today, Cole?” I said as I tried to push her away.
I meant my words I knew that Zack was home and I just hope to the god that fucking abandoned me that Zacky wasn’t paying attention to the comers and goers of my house.

She smirked at me before falling to her knees. Her reply to my rejection was not what I expected. A fit? For sure.
A blowjob? Never.

Notes

a prologue anyone...
let me know what you think...
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