Rage
I stepped outside my room and could see the sky lightening up. I saw the prostitutes stepping up to a black Chevelle and passing cash into the window. I watched as the last one finished and left, but the car stayed. I knew why, of course.
I could feel something dark swirling around in my chest. I watched as a man got out and walked into the courtyard toward me, his face in a twisted scowl. My eyes focused on the ‘T.K.K’ on his neck. I walked down to him, the stairs emptying out in front of him.
“Hey, you the one keeping that cunt from paying her dues?” he said with a menacing growl.
“Quiet!”
I stared at him oddly, my head c****d to the side as a red line split down the side of his neck. I watched as his opened jugular spurted blood. I glanced at my right hand, staring at my old p
