When Worlds Collide

Chapter 3

~ROXANNA~

I turn down an alley way, still running, I don't look back, I have to keep going. I see a wall, the wall to my hideout. I jump on top of the nearby bins, my jumping has really improved so I find it easier than what I use to, and I run across some other bins. I final reach the wall, the wall to my hideout, I jump and pull myself up, doing a handstand on top of the wall then I drop and land on the other side of the wall with a roll, then I stand back up.

I take in my surroundings of the storage lock up yard, my safe place from the police, I've out run them and now I get a break for a bit. I look around the yard seeing all the different lock ups, then I go to find mine.

I know you're thinking how the hell I can afford a storage space? Well that's where being a dealer comes in handy, the guys who charges gets his hits off me, I don't charge him and he doesn't charge me.

I finally reach my own lock up, I lift unlock the shutter and lift it up. I walk in then quickly turn around and put the shutter back down, I lock it from the inside, you can  never be too careful.

I lean against a wall while panting, trying to catch my breath. "Damn, that was way too close for comfort" I say to myself as I slide down the wall sitting on the cold floor.

I look around my lock up, it's a s**t tip, I'll admit. There's drugs laying all around some my own some of what I'm to sell, I'm the best dealer in my area, some dealers have even lost their customers to me, but I don't give a damn.

As I look around I see a picture laying on the floor next to me, it's the last picture ever took. it's from when I was younger, just a kid. It's a picture of me, my mom and my twin all together, the last picture of innocent me, with my other half and the best woman to of walked this earth.

My twin and mom died when I was younger, much younger. Elliot was my twin, I lost him when I was 11 and my mom, I lost her when I was 12, whilst I was in juvie for killing the person I blamed for Elliot's death.

I look at the picture and the memory of losing Elliot floods my mind, I remember it like it was yesterday, we was 11, inseparable or so I thought until that fatal day when I lost my other half, my twin, my ride or die.