White Is Not the Right Side

"Mommy?" a small boy's voice says behind her. She turns around quickly, looking around for the little boy, but all that is around her are the seven other girls. Each one is dressed in different phases of undress, some almost wearing nothing at all. The white light of the streetlamp burns down upon her. She looks down at her hands, seeing the burning cigarette almost completely burned down to the filter, and takes one last drag before tossing it into the wet pavement of the road.

"Hey, Evelyn," one of the girls calls out to her. Her best friend, Nancy, smiles and walks up to her, Her six-inch stilettos clack and echo among the buildings surrounding them. "You think Johnny B is coming tonight?"

"He'll be coming, alright," Evelyn says with a wicked smile and a wink. Her friend Nancy cackles, bending over double as she begins to hack and cough from the force of it. Nancy wipes her mouth from the drool, then puts one wiry arm around Evelyn, pulling her tight. "Maybe after he visits, you and me, we get our faces melted, yeah?"

Evelyn looks around nervously, lines appearing across her brow as the need hits her like a truck. "You know I'm trying to kick that shit, Nancy. I just got out of rehab."

Nancy walks away slowly, humming to herself. She looks back, smiling knowingly. "Your loss."

Evelyn's hands wring together as she stares at her arms and the scarred membrane of her skin where so many needles had penetrated. She was lucky she hadn't caught a disease yet. "Not that it would matter, anyway," she murmurs, reaching into her sequined dress at the top, pulling a small metal case out from her bra. She opens it, takes a cigarette out, and begins to close it until she notices the picture of the smiling little boy inside. She closes her eyes for a moment, then opens them back. She clips the case closed, slips it back into her bra, puts the cigarette into her mouth, then reaches into her cleavage. She pulls out a shiny white lighter. The lighter gleams in the bright white light bathing over her. She flicks the end, and the lighter sparkles to life, a blue-green-red flame lighting up her face, before she bends into it, lighting her cigarette. She places the lighter back into her cleavage, the heat on the metal almost burning her skin.

"Hey, look alive ladies, cause here comes trouble," a girl in a black, skin-tight dress yells out, her face looking every bit of fifty.

Evelyn's hazel eyes look up, spotting the dark SUV rolling down the trash-laden streets. The buildings, dark and painted with the splash of white the pale street lamps offer, brighten up with the SUV's headlights. She shudders slightly.

It looks like they're caving in behind that car, she thinks before straightening up. Giving her sexiest smile, she puts a hand to her hip with her leg slightly outstretched. Show him the merchandise, make him want it.

The front of the dark SUV passes her and stops toward the back of the vehicle. The window rolls down and a hand with a finger beckons her closer. As she approaches the window, the other girls turn their heads and walk off seeing the vehicle has already passed their sections of the curb. She gives them the slightest of nods, then returns her focus on the vehicle. She leans down, crossing her arms over each other and leaning on the ledge of the window, her breasts' cleavage on full display. She looks in and a familiar face looks out at her.

"Ah, Evelyn," the voice of the man inside says to her, "so good to see you again. I see you are doing well, of sorts. I was hoping maybe we could talk?"

She smiles, her finger tracing the skin of his arm. "Johnny B, surely you can sweep me off my feet just a slight bit better than that, baby."

The man chuckles softly, then raises a hand to signal the person in the front. Beside Evelyn, a man steps out of the front passenger seat, walking around to the other side of the vehicle. Evelyn smiles at the man in the back as he raises his window back up, then follows the man to the other side, looking in at the driver only to see her own reflection through the darkened glass. The man opens the back driver side door, and she smiles her most radiant smile at him, sauntering around and getting quickly into the SUV. She leans over and kisses the man sitting beside her as the man on the outside shuts the door and walks back to the passenger side to get in himself.

"So, I see you are doing well for yourself?" he says, his smile gleaming brightly. His dark, ebony skin almost glows. A faint recollection of him elsewhere pops in her brain, like she has met him elsewhere. Shaking her head, she continues to press herself against him in an effort to win his affections. "I was worried about you, you know? So much danger on this side of things, isn't there?"

She sniffs slightly, grinning at him. "I feel safe with you around. By the way, why didn't you come by last night? I wanted to see my favorite customer."

Johnny B laughs hard and suddenly, forcing a little whimper out of Evelyn as she wasn't expecting this. She looks around for a minute, and things seem to shimmer slightly. She closes her eyes, shaking her head, before opening them again. Everything is still dark in the SUV, the swaying of the vehicle almost lulling her into a sense of security. She turns her focus back on Johnny B who is staring intently on her, and runs a hand along the inside of his pants leg.

"Dear Evelyn, you are such a tease," Johnny B says. "I really did want to talk to you, after all. Still, I'm not paying just for a listening ear, am I?"

He pulls out a wad of cash, counts it carefully, then hands it to her. She takes it greedily, then counts it herself. Two grand per the usual. A few more times and she wouldn't have to live this life or this way. She could finally get away with the nest egg she had saved up, and get her son back. She so missed Chase. She looks down as he unbuttons his pants, and unzips his fly herself.

Here we go, she thinks to herself as she lowers herself towards his lap, her hand slipping inside to find what he wants her to so obviously get. She takes it deftly into her mouth, the member still soft. He sighs audibly above her, and she knows she must be doing a good job already.

"My dear Evelyn, I am going to miss this the most," he says, his voice still even. "While you are down there, I want to tell you some things. It's evident from the scars on your arms and the smell of your cheap perfume, this hasn't always BEEN your life. It's yours now. I want you to know that I don't envy you, but I also feel badly for you. This is not what I intended."

She stops what she is doing, sliding his member out of her mouth, and sits up, looking strangely at him. The air around him seems to vibrate slightly. She closes her eyes again, and opens them back up. He is sitting there, smiling at her, his eyes getting darker. She tries her most winning smile, sliding her top down to reveal her breasts, then lifts her butt up to pull off her panties. Swinging her leg over him, she reaches down to guide him toward her opening. She finally sits down on him, letting out a slight huff. He still doesn't react, looking at her. The vibrating air around him begins again as she begins to rock her hips.

My, my, my, Evelyn," he says softly, a soft hand cupping one of her breasts firmly. "You sure do know how to thank a gentleman, don't you? I wonder what your husband would say about you?"

She looks at him, blinking a few more times, the vibrating getting stronger.

"What did you just say?" she asks breathlessly. How did he know she had been married? She continues riding him with her own climax coming quickly. He hasn't even reacted to her, yet continues to talk to her like it's a stroll through the park.

"Evelyn," he says softly to her, "I said, what would your husband say about you? You think this is real? You think any of this is real? Is it real? What about Chase? Don't you miss him?"

She closed her eyes to the barrage of questions and the mention of her son. What was going on? Her orgasm hits her hard, and she shudders slightly, grabbing onto Johnny B's shoulders tightly. Her legs quiver as he begins to jab quickly and deftly into her, the vibrations so strong now she can barely hold on. The world is spinning, and she can't stop from tumbling off the edge of whatever is happening. She opens her eyes, only to find nothing there. She is standing inside a room. It's dim light creates large shadows all over the room. Objects all over the walls shimmer slightly.

She looks around, frightened and confused. I was just having sex with Johnny B, in an SUV, she thinks quietly to herself.

"This isn't real, " she whispers quietly. She looks down at her clothes. The crop top has been replaced by a t-shirt with her son's smiling face on it. Her mini-skirt she was wearing was now a pair of tight-fitting jeans. Her six-inch stilettos had been replaced by the sandals she now wore. She looked down at her arms, and the only scars still there are two lines starting from the beginning of her wrist and traveling toward the bend of her arm. Prominent, puffy scars.

Her breathing becomes panicked. She was just fucking Johnny B. She still remembered the feel of his member as it was inside of her, stretching her. It just happened. "It just happened!" she yells loudly, the last word seeming to echo all around her. "Where am I?"

She focuses on the wall directly in front of her, walking slowly toward it. The shimmering objects on the wall pull into focus, and she realizes they're pictures. She stares intently at them as she gets closer to them. Her breath stops as she clamps one hand over her mouth, letting out a small shriek. The other hand darts towards the pictures. Tears well in her eyes, spilling down her red cheeks. They are of different parts of her life. One shows her in a park, another of her son being kidnapped, another of her husband identifying the parts of his body by himself, another of her flinging her body on top of the casket as it was being lowered into the ground.

Her eyes dart around at all the horrible pictures, until they settle on one; her son, with tears in his eyes. She shakes her head violently, her other hand shakily pulling that picture off the wall, the picture slipping from her grip and lazily flipping end over end to hit the ground. She stares down at it, then stares back up at the others. "NO!" she screams, her hand sweeping through the pictures, ripping them off the wall. She desperately tries to tear them all off, some of them ripping into her hand, bringing fresh blood welling to the surface. She finally stops, looking down at the cut in her hand. That's when she noticed a small shimmer of light beaming at her head, like a pin point, temporarily blinding her. She followed the light until she noticed the small hole in the wall, a bright light beaming out of it.

"Hello?" she queries the wall, hoping someone is on the other side. "Please, if someone is there, tell me what is happening to me!" She brings a hand to the wall, feeling it crumble slightly from the hole. She digs a finger into the crumbled area, pulling, and a large chunk falls. She digs her hands into the soft wall, pulling at it. It gives easily, crumbling in her hands, giving way to the other side. She stares at the other side, a bright light gleaming in a hole, the rest of it solid. A door?

Open it mommy! a voice says excitedly in her head. She pushes, and the door seems to slide open easily. Hot air blows in from the other side, the white shimmering light appearing from everywhere. She looks intently into the white light, unable to make out anything.

"Come with me, through this door, and I will show you how deep your perceptions can be fooled and destroyed," she says softly to herself, a memory of a memory playing over in her mind. "Johnny B did this."

Her eyes widen in sudden understanding. She finally realizes who Johnny B is. The smiling man at the door. He coaxed her into this nightmare. He did this to her.

"You did this to yourself, dear Evelyn," a voice says behind her. She whirls around to come face to face with a much taller, gaunter Johnny B. He is no longer smiling, his eyes staring into her severely. "You wanted this. I never forced you into doing anything. How dare you blame me."

He takes one step after another til he's face to face with her. His rotten breath seems to seep into every pore, through her lips, her nose. The heat and putrid smell makes her retch slightly. His tongue licks her lips as she stands there, shivering with fear, unable to move. "Mmm, I love how you taste, though, dear Evelyn," Johnny B says. "Maybe in another life, huh?"

He laughs at her loudly, then his hands slam forward, pushing her through the white light on the other side of the door.