Snippet #2357672

Trick played with her sweatpants absentmindedly, her eyes constantly darting to the door and the front window. Her breaths were ragged and uneven, and she was sweating profusely. I need a drink. Grabbing herself a quick piece of bread to prevent any illness, Trick poured herself a glass of Smirnoff. There wasn't much left, but she'd be fine. The burn in her throat distracted her from the pain in her hand, and from her fear of Angel. She kept herself busy by tidying up her apartment and obsessively folding her clothing. Finally, she decided to head outside for a cigarette.

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Angel threw on some clothes and opened his door. He took the remnants of the bottle down in one gulp, smashing the glass against the ground without looking back. He knew Trick's usual errands and where she would go to fulfill them, so he figured he'd start there. Squinting against the daylight, Angel made his way to a convenient store just a bit away from Trick's apartment. A strung-out man walked through the isle beside him; going in between different burn treatment products. Angel smirked, poor bastard. Whoever the man was getting it for must be important, the young punk had a look of determination. The gang member stopped in his tracks. Wait a minute... Is that..? After doing a double-take, Angel confirmed his suspicion; it was in fact Punk. Where is he going at this time with stuff for burns? And why is he covered in bandages? Angel decided to follow him and find out. Just as he was gaining on the battered man, Punk picked up speed. What the hell is this bastard doing? Angel's subconscious informed him that he had been here before. In fact, he was heading towards Trick's apartment...

"Punk, right? Why don't you bring your sweet ass back over here?"

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Trick finished her second cigarette. Her hands were shaking, but she was doing her best to compose herself. She couldn't allow herself to appear weak in front of anyone, especially Punk. Any sort of shakey antic would should that weakness.... Goddamnit Trick, calm down. Lighting another Camel Blue, the girl took a deep inhale. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she leaned against the wall of her apartment, sinking down to the macadam of the alley. A cat scampered by, or at least, that's what she thought it was. For all Trick knew it could have been a large rodent. She wasn't going to bother turning her head and finding out, however. Trick eventually moved her head towards the direction where Punk left and she squinted. She could make out a figure and then....

Her heart dropped. There was another man approaching. He was going to hurt Punk. She had to-The man stopped a few feet behind him. He called after Punk, and though he was a good distance away, Trick recognized the voice immediately. She froze, and eventually her cigarette went out. Sliding back on her hands and knees, she quickly made her way into another side alley by some garbage cans. The terrified girl made herself as small as she could against the wall, holding her hand over her mouth and attempting to control her breathing.