Shorty #46

Continued from Shorty #45. Just so we're clear, shorty #45 is actually #1 and so on. Ok?


It's amazing how ones life can change by the smallest of things. Like trust. Trust is a dangerous thing. In the hands of people who lie, who cheat, who deceive, is a commodity, worth it's weight in gold. Trust is how I met her. Ironically, it was clear from the start, we never trusted each other, but we worked around it. Not because we wanted to but because we had to. Her fate ties directly to mine. And mine hers.

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The water felt cold against my skin. I choke and sputter like crazy as I try hard to iron out of the hazy blur thats spinning around in my throbbing head. The left side of my lip was swollen the size of walnut. If it didn't, it sure as hell felt like it did.

"Fuck..." I slurred. "Where the fuck..." I tried to reach for my face but as it turns out, those fuckers had gone and tied my hands together to a wooden chair I was sitting on. Wow, I must be more dangerous than I thought. A lone blurry figure stood infront of me holding a bucket.

"What the hell, man?!" I yell. "It's a new shirt!"

The figure chuckled."Looks like you wont be using it for a while. What with all that nasty bloodstains all over it. I'm surprised a stick like you could bleed so much with just one punch.

"Yeah, well, you and me both, sister." She wasn't my sister.

I was a in dark dank room, no more bigger than a store closet. Hell, it actually WAS a store closet, only a slightly big one. It smelled faintly of cheese and socks. On the left was a couple of brooms and a mop, leaning against a dirty wall. A window in the wall lit the room, though most of its panes were blacked out. A small unpainted pane gave the room whatever light it could pass through.

She was sitting on a small cot on the right side of the room. Her legs dangling on the side of bed like a kids. As the fog in my eyes cleared up, I could see her staring at me, the same unemotional face I remembered before being sucker punched... wait a minute now I remember! That bastard cleaner fuckin' used an iron knuckle on me! Mother fuc-

A door opens behind me opened and closed slowly...

~tbc!~