Turning Tricks » Places

         Punk heard a familiar voice call for him as he was walking down the street. An icy fear pierced through his veins and he slowly turned to face Angel with a small and frightened smile on his face. "Hey Angel. Did you need something?" A thousand thoughts were running through his head. The top one being that he was damaged goods. Maybe Angel was stopping him because he had seen that and he was gonna finish him off now, since he wasn't going to make him much money all torn up the way that he was. Maybe if he told him it was the rival gang that did this to him, he'd get a little sympathy, or Angel's anger would at least directed to them instead of Punk.

But then his thoughts widened to Trick. What would happen to her? He had interrupted her shift. He didn't think she had gotten any work done at all. What would Angel do when he found out? And what would he do to both of them if he knew how Punk was starting to feel about Trick? He knew the was Angel rolled. He would see Trick as a possession, something that was his. Punk knew that she didn't deserve to be treated that way, but there was nothing he could do. She probably didn't even like him; everything last night was probably just a drunken thing for her. But what had happened last night that he was seeing as so special between them? Nothing really. Maybe it was all just in his head.

That thought broke his heart. Maybe it was in his head and she felt none of what he had felt. Maybe she even thought that he was pathetic. That comment might hurt the most coming from her. How had he let someone he had just met come so close to him already? He knew that in this world, you trust no one. Trust was something that got you killed. Yet here he was, doing just that. Putting his already shattered heart on the line so that maybe she could bring him happiness. But that wouldn't happen, because it was all in his head. And that thought killed him inside.