“Louie...Louie!!” She shouted at him. His attention was elsewhere, and she knew every day around this time she came second, but she couldn't help but call his name. “Louie, answer me.” “What?” he barked as he finally turned towards her. As he loomed over her, standing at the foot of their bed, buried in his cellphone, she got her first good look at him for the day. She took in his ragged demeanor; his dirty worn out clothes too large for his scrawny frame. Through a tear in his pants she could see a cut on his leg, no doubt attained by begging on the streets of St. Louis. She never saw him do it anymore but there was no doubt in her mind that he had kept that habit, among others. His disheveled black hair was covered by a grimy nondescript …show more content…
While she regarded him so thoroughly he barely looked at her, except to make eye contact and give her a complete grimace so she would truly understand his mood. In the coming months he will wish he had taken more notice of her, had created more of a mental image with which he could remember her. Her mousy face, and dull brown hair. He honestly couldn't recall what color her eyes were. Deep down he knew it wasn't his fault, how could he have known this would be the last time he would see her? “Louie, you shouldn't yell, you'll wake up the neighbor’s baby.” She squeaked out. She had seen said neighbors take the baby out in a stroller not twenty minutes ago, but she wanted an excuse to get him to stop yelling. “Fuck the neighbors, fuck their baby, and fuck you. I need this and you're not helping me at …show more content…
He owes me and he won't call back.” “Look,” she said as she inched towards him “either he'll call back, or he won't. Yelling about it won't help.” She got right behind him and put her lips to his ear. “Please come back to bed.” “No.” “Please...” “NO!” He shouted as he whipped around to face her. In his anger he hadn't realized how close she had gotten and accidentally elbowed her in the eye as he spun around. Although not intentional, he hit her hard enough to knock her backwards onto the bed. Louie looked at her in dismay for a second, before softly calling out “Babe..?” “Maybe you should just go.” she said harshly. “Babe, I didn't mean to..” “Here,” she said as she threw her phone at him. “I'm glad you have your priorities straight.”
She stormed off to the bathroom, leaving Lou to momentarily have his attention undividedly focused on her for the first time all morning. After a few seconds, however, he glanced down at the small phone in his hand, and began dialing the number he had memorized by heart. It rang twice, then a man answered “Amanda, tell Lou I'll have what I owe him by tonight, if he'll stop
Instinctively, Kate reached into her jacket pocket and read the message on her phone, informing her that her phone had only enough battery life to make one call. Immedialtely, Kate knew who that call would go to, she dialed the numbers praying that they would pick up...
While roaming the streets of an impoverished section of Chicago one night, he stumbles upon a young woman (179). As he was walking at six foot, two inches tall, broad, a beard, and both hands in the pockets of a military jacket, the young woman immediately became uneasy. She began to pick up her pace, and not long
It seemed just like yesterday, back in the glory days. Back then, nearly two decades ago, life in the Saint Louis area was perfect. Unlike today where Saint Louis is known for its crime and violence, years ago conditions were different, the talk of the town used to be about the Cardinals baseball team, they were once the pride and joy of the city. Constantly in the news after win after win. For example, on this particular day on September 8th, 1998, a night that no Cardinal fan would dare to forget, marks a historic day that is best remembered for being a celebration. What started off like any other ordinary day, turned into an overwhelming thrill of excitement. On this day, Mark McGwire broke the home run record. Who would 've thought
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He hated the crowdedness of the city, yet he stayed as it was all he had ever known. As he dodged away from one person, he accidentally smacked into a large man. “Watch where yer goin!” Stanley yelled as he stumbled to the ground. As the man walked away, Stanley found himself at eye level on his hands and knees with a homeless man sitting against a building. “Are you ok?” the man asked. “Whadda you care?” Stanley questioned, not used to anyone offering to help him on their own. Stanley's face grew as red as his t-shirt as he struggled to get up. By the time he was back on his feet, he was panting and wheezing. “Are you sure you don’t need a hand?” The man asked. “No,” he replied. “Could you spare a dollar?” the man asked. “No,” Stanley replied without hesitation. “Lazy bastards like you are why everyone calls this city dirty. Why don’t you go do everyone a favor and hide yourself in an alley?” he said before spitting on the ground next to
“Hey, Loren,” Danny spoke on the line, “Come here.” She stood in the middle of the hanging photos. Her brow was crumpled, teeth worrying her bottom lip. The picture in front of her caused her stress. Loren came in, noticing the way she stared at one picture. He looked at it, seeing past the dead body. The sheer amount of blood made him nauseous. He liked to pay attention
He said he would call Mandy. Her voice is stuck in his head, pleading him to call when he’s sober. He groans softly.
louis' heart was beating at an unexplainable speed as he walked to the right of the elevator to room 209. when the replacement arrived louis went back to his usual job in cleaning rooms. his shift is done but that doesn't mean he's going to change and leave the hotel when a hot man is waiting for him.
“Dude, what are you gonna give your kid for the Happy Hours?” Asked Wilfred as he scrubbed against the dirty dishes, bubbles threatening to spill over the sink. A long sigh left the other followed by a groan and a scratch at their collar, “I don’t know, they’ve been asking for nothing and say it’s okay, but it’s not!” A sudden shock coursed through him and heavy breathing followed suit. Wilfred stopped washing and tried comforting the other without wetting his shirt too badly.
“I, um, right now? O-okay.” Reid spoke suddenly, biting his lip. He set the phone down and his eyes fell on Eunice, his eyebrows knitting together. “Hey, um… I need to go to Edgar’s house and… I don’t
“See here, sonny, you woke me up. Do you know what time it is? You said you need help, but you seem the type that can help himself.” She continued to give him a hard stare.
She sat down on the hard, cold seat, listening to the pitta patta of the rain hitting the windows. She looked out through the rain but all she could see were the trees swaying in the night breeze. As the noise of the rain grew louder, she sat looking at the everyone surrounding her, particularly at the man next to her. He had a frown of grief and despair pasted on his face. He wore tacky, ripped jeans covered in mud and grease although his shirt was as white as bleach. She looked at him in anguish. Why was he dressed in these clothes that made him look as dirty as a pig's trough.
Phillip’s piercing blue eyes stared back at him from his bathroom mirror. He studied his unshaven face and careless physique, and eventually began plucking the graying hairs from his breast and dropping them one by one into the sink. A silent apartment surrounded him, all but the street noise of the locals and trust funders of Bushwick below. He peered down to the sea of hairs from weeks of plucking and itched his red, irritated chest before quickly shuffling to the closet of his apartment. He weaved naked through the clutter of cheap vodka bottles and cigarette butts, whizzing by the takeout pizza boxes piled high on the flower upholstered sofa. He brushed by old photographs of distance, nameless relatives
“After taking Val home last night I stopped back by, you wanted to talk. I knocked on your balcony door. You must have been asleep already.”
He went to the bathroom which smelled of steam but felt relaxing and peaceful as soon as he stepped inside. He took his clothes off but kept hold of the letter and his favorite picture of her that sat in front of the