The trunk was already popped and i grabbed the clear plastic that Ricky favored and hurriedly tucked it over his back seat with practiced ease. i jumped in and slammed the door and tucked myself into a little plastic encased ball, dropping boots and clothes into the floorboard, not really giving a shit about the bloody finger prints i had left of them. Ricky glanced up at me and recoiled in genuine horror. "Jesus Christ! Do you need George?" "No it isn't my blood, let's just get the fuck out of here. Drive." He turned to face me. "Raven, what have you done? Is that guy dead? Do I need to page John?" "No, the fucker is fine. He's satisfied. i did my job. i've got the money. Fucking DRIVE!" He looked at me very carefully for another moment or two and recoiled again from whatever he saw in my eyes and turned and pulled the car out of the driveway. i relaxed back into my protective ball. i huddled and pulled the tablecloth tight around me, willing it away. It didn't happen, i told myself. i chanted it over and over again. A voice broke my into my thoughts. "You fucking stink." "Fuck you Pearl." "You nasty bitch, ever notice you always get the most fucked up tricks?" And, there went the bucket down into the lake of poison, and my fist shot out and smashed her mouth. Drying flecks of cat blood mixed with the fresh blood that began to pour from her torn lips. She grabbed her mouth and said, "Oh you bitch, I'm going to tell John and you are going to pay!" "Tell John! Do you think he gives a fuck about you anymore? Your cunt is so loose you are about half a step from being out on the street turning tricks for 50 bucks a pop. Oh wait, i forgot, you aint earning much more than that now are you? When was the last time you were in John's bed that Lindy wasn't there too? When was the last time John stuck his cock anywhere but up your ass? Your mouth aint got no talent and your cunt won't suck or snap, hell its so loose most guys can't even touch the sides. i'm worth five times what you are and i'm in the house a tenth of the time you are. So go ahead you worthless bitch. Go tell John." Tears welled in her eyes and she turned from me and looked out the window. Later i would feel really bad. A month or so later George would fix her vagina. At the moment, all i felt was vindictive pleasure. Someone else was hurting too. Good. i wanted the whole fucking world to hurt and feel as nasty as i did. She never told John. And, if she had... i probably would have been right.
