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No one told me about her


No one told me about her
Chapter 1

Sarah’s living room, March 2003.

            Sarah bent over the glass table in her living room and did a line of speed.  Seth was doing a line of coke off of a CD and Elijah was balancing between both their drugs. 
“I need to tell you guys something so I don’t do it.”  She said.  She wished she hadn’t gained their attention but she couldn’t help but confess.  If they told her it was a bad idea, she wouldn’t do it in May when Diablo’s family went down to Mexico for the family picnic.  If she told them, rumors could start and there was no way she’d have the nerve to do it. 
“Ever since Diablo beat the shit out of me, I’ve been thinking of getting him back.  The only thing he cares about is his money.”  She said.
Seth set down the CD case on her table, followed slowly by the straw.  Elijah sat up on the sofa. 
Calmly and seriously Seth told her, “That is the most fucked up thing I have ever heard you say.” He stared at her with cocaine-bright intensity and she started to wonder if perhaps the drugs were leading them down that road right before the U-TURN sign you always inevitably miss.  “Man, I gotta thank you Sarah.  If you’d do that to Diablo, then, I guess all I have to do is piss off some bitch to get ripped off. Man, thanks.  I needed to know that, just when you think you might be able to trust someone – you realize once again, you can’t trust anyone in this business.  Even your own girlfriend will fuck you up. You hear what she said Elijah?”  He shook his head smiling, clearly upset.  “How much money do you make in a year Sarah?”
“I don’t know, sixty or seventy thousand.”  She was a secretary at energy investment company.
            “Okay, well that ain’t shit. Let me put this to you better.”  He paused to explain.  She was offended that he’d scoffed at her yearly wages.  “Okay, I make a lot of money and I don’t know what Diablo makes but if some bitch took my money after I trusted her, I’d want to slit her throat.  I don’t care if it was $1,000 or $50,000, that’s my money and whether you like the way I earned it or not, it ain’t fucking yours.  Do you get what I’m saying?  I didn’t run around town risking my life for you to fucking take it.  I don’t like Diablo anymore than anyone else.  You want me to kill him, fine.  I’ll kill him.  But you didn’t leave him, get that too?  You can’t talk shit and act like you’re not in love with him because Sarah, you’re with him.”  Seth looked toward Elijah who was merely listening to the speech.  “Did you hear what that bitch said?  Man, am I tripping?  I mean, of all people, can you believe she said that?”  Seth shook his head while the smile remained.

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