House of Balloons

Take her upstairs and get her naked. I’ll be up in a sec babe. GO.

I had a few shots of vodka but I was still sober and I knew by Mateo’s tone that I better do what he say, so I allow him to pull my puppet strings. This is how I know that I really have a darkness within me. It’s there.

My shadow side I inherited from my birth mom Brenda. She was fucking nuts. My Grandma Kat told me she used to come the next morning with truckers and she was only 15 years old. And she would be driving the truck with a meth pipe, needle marks, and $200 in her purse that wasn’t there before when she left.

I grab the pretty Mexican girl by her hair and drag her drunk ass up Mateo’s cold metal windy staircase. His LA studio apartment cost $3500 a month and had cement walls just like a prison cell. There was no love here. The energy inside was like a thick dark fog and when I woke up on his couch every morning I felt like the Sun had left the Earth and decided not to ever come back. Like we didn’t deserve her warmth anymore.

Laying her down on his purple satin sheets I begin seducing her, kissing her neck and moving slowly with my tongue to her nipples and make my way down until I’m between her legs. Once she’s comfortable and completely naked, laid open for the wolves I invite Mateo and his friends upstairs to join us.

I’m not sure if she’s drunk or actually enjoying being penetrated by 3 men at one time but I let her have her fun and go outside to get some air. I would do anything for a joint just to escape this nightmare.

When the sacrifice is over and the wolves have been satisfied I go back in quietly and lay on the couch to sleep, praying that one day I will have the strength to leave. But where would I even go?