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Tear-stained cheeks, my mascara was now an ugly smudge after being ruined with all the crying I had been doing for the past hour. I could not recognize myself as I looked through the mirror. The more I stared at myself the more the tears. I could hear them in the next room. Their moans enraged me and made me feel like throwing up. I retched but nothing came out. 

Disgust is what I felt.


My life had turned out to be a chaotic mess and I wondered what I had done to deserve all that. I was a good person or so I believed.

I smiled through the pain and thought to myself that everything was going to be okay. I did not believe that myself but I had to tell myself to keep going or I would be stuck in a loop with my past trying to set myself free...

DAWN.

I turn off the car as I take the gun and tuck it at the back of my trousers as I step out of the car and head to the warehouse.

As I enter inside the warehouse all of the workers stand and wait for me to pass them so they can continue doing there job.

I make my way to my office as  Wayne follows me. He runs business here when am not around.

"Hey man",he greets me as he takes a cigarette from his pocket and lights it.

"Hey how is business doing?"I ask him .

"It's doing well we're supposed to make a delivery to Mr Santos ".

"Has  he already made the payment?",I ask .

"Yes I already did the paperwork I'll send on of the boys to deliver the drugs to his club",he says .

"I want you to increase the price you sell them to him because he sells them at an overly high price",I say.

"What if he doesn't want to pay ?",he asks

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