Halleluiah Part 2 : Holy Thursday (379 hits)
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Submitted by Grownasskid (View user info) at 2006-04-12 12:12:27 EDT
I stayed with Holly and the other hood rats for a few days. In that time I found out a few things about Holly; she was a sexy mess who was burned out on her experience. It made me kind of curious.
She told me that Holly wasn't her real name, but she wouldn't tell me what her real name was. She said that a lady had to have a few secrets. After I few days, I knew most of her secrets. I knew about the gold cross she stole from a girl on the subway. I knew about the track marks that ran along the insides of her thighs and how running my tongue over them made her crazy. I knew that she never changed her outfit; the catholic school girl uniform only fit for bachelor parties or colleges dorms at Halloween. But I never knew her name. She never asked me mine; I never thought to tell her until after she died.
My nights were mostly spent giving myself the needle or giving Holly the needle. Both got me high, one more so than the other. My days were spent reading the only book in the house and dodging Holly's fat friend. She would sit next to me on the couch and tell me stories about sexual adventures and how experienced she was with men. It made me sick to my stomach to think about the kind of person you had to be to lay on top of a cow like that. After a while it made me a little sad; this pig was so desperate for attention and companionship that she was willing to do anything for me. She thought she was sexy, I thought she was lonesome. I still wouldn't talk to the steer.
The only book in the house was Gideon's Bible. It was the kind of bible you would find in the top drawer of a motel that charged by the hour; it was there to offer its salvation to those least likely to accept it. Its cover was ripped and faded; its pages torn and burnt with entire chapters ripped out of it. It was a perfect fit for the house. The book belonged to one of the skaters, a fuck of a kid named Charlemagne.
Charlemagne wore dark blue sweat pants. They were the baggy kind with enough pockets to be considered a purse in my opinion. He wore a dirty grey hooded sweatshirt. Like Holly, he never took these off. Holly's outfit looked good; Charlemagne's looked like shit. He shaved his head bald, and his face was hairless and smooth. He always had a glazed over look in his eyes and a smirk on his face. I thought he was a fuck from the first minute I laid my eyes on him.
He used to sit and talk to me while I would read his bible. He would tell me all about his favorite parts. He liked the part about original sin; where the dude blamed the chick and the chick blamed the snake. He liked how they were naked and how things haven't been the same since. He liked the part about the red visions, and the chick with seven heads and the horsemen and their guns. He liked the part about the guys on the trees, who made fun of the other guy for the same thing. He especially liked the part about the one brother killing another, because thinks the world never did recover. I told him to shut the fuck up and leave me alone. Charlemagne reached into his sweatpants and pulled out some blow. We became best friends for the night.
One day, it might have been Thursday, Charlemagne stole a car. He told us to pile in, that we were going to leave this scene for a little bit, stretch our legs. As much as I didn't like the guy, I thought it was a good idea; I never did think much of staying in the same place for too long. I sat in the back next to Holly and her fat friend. Fatty kept trying to touch me; I kept telling her to back the fuck off. Charlemagne said we were going to L.A. He asked Holly if she'd ever been there. Holly didn't say anything; I could have sworn I saw her flinch a little. But she hadn't had a fix in a while.
On the drive, Holly and Fatty fell asleep. Charlemagne looked back and asked me about which part I liked. I told him I liked the movement of the people. I told him that if cops were like swarms of flies, and foil and needles were like boils and hail, then I'm pretty sure I've been through that before. What I didn't tell him was that it gave me hope. I didn't tell him because I wasn't sure what I was hoping for.
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Submitted by Coleslaw_Murphy (user info) at 2006-04-18 18:27:20 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I just read these 3 parts. Well done. <- same review on each
Submitted by ubetidid (user info) at 2006-04-12 12:38:48 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Stagger_Lee (user info) at 2006-04-12 12:37:17 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Hey hey, pretty good stuff here.
Submitted by redskieslookfake (user info) at 2006-04-12 12:18:31 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Quite liked this