The bedroom window was covered by a rag, and there was a drizzle outside. In the room where there was only a broken wooden cabinet, there were only exposed clothes and two pairs of high heels thrown on the ground casually. The floor of the room was covered with dust, as if it had not been cleaned once for several months. The clothes were spread flat on the dust, and no one cared about it. At that time, Angel sat dumbly beside the bed, with only a set of red ** covering her body, on the back of her hands, on the base of her thighs, and on her arms, there were needle holes.

Angel's life was ruined, and was destroyed by these needle holes and the poisons that were input into his body countless times.

"It's not the gangsters who keep you standing on the street, it's the drug-addiction! It's not money that can't get your children back to you, it's the depravity!!!"

bass!

Angel turned his head and looked at the empty corner of the room as if she had hallucinated, making her feel as if she had heard someone saying something, but these words were no longer spoken from Chekov. The tone of the childish voice reminded her of a child she had not seen in a long time.

Not that no one has told her about these great truths, some even gave her more money than the two policemen that night after saying these words. Some people threw her into the back seat of the car to make love she bought with money while shouting and scolding: "You are born a bitch, just a bitch!" While feeling disgusting...

So what?

Her world has nothing to do with dignity. The more frequent appearance of poison and addiction every day, it makes Angel's yesterday meaningless. As long as the poison and addiction attacks, the feeling of need is like a maggot crawling out of the bones. No matter how many times I thought about "suspend" it would disappear.

child?

A better life?

All this is far from being able to have someone come over to give her a bag of white powder. Who can give that bag of white powder? That is her prince charming.

The snot flowed down the nasal cavity without realizing it. When the sticky liquid touched her lips, Angel reacted. She reached out and wiped her hands casually behind her nose, and smeared her hands around the bed, regardless of what the bed under her was dirty. She added a wet mark to the bed.

She knew that————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

Swish.

Angel felt goose bumps on her body standing up regularly like an alarm clock. She could feel that drug addiction occupies her body's footsteps.

It's coming...

Angel leaned against the edge of the wall in fear, letting his head cover his cheeks and tightened his body into a ball, and his eyes were closed suddenly, and his whole body was like a spasm... He wanted to resist with all his might...

"Ah~" The cry that dragged the long sound made people unable to analyze whether she was painful or uncomfortable. There was a strong nasal sound and a sense of powerlessness that filled the whole body. Her strength was instantly taken away, and those who wanted to resist were immediately deprived of it.

bump.

Angel, who was curled up on the bed, was very strange. He suddenly kicked his feet away by something. In less than a second, his whole body stretched straight, and it seemed like a scene in a supernatural movie.

But there will be no street gangster in this city that can give her even a little poison. In this area where every wooden board may be nailed to the fence to realize her self-worth, no gangster has made any demands to satisfy her - beastly desires.

Once a person lives to this extent, it is already a great pity for him to make any requests others can make to her.

The addict agreed to the police's request to become an informant is never for justice. She just wants to find an ATM that can pity her at this time!

Can't stand it anymore!

Angel, who was straightened, pushed down the messy syringe tubes by the bed. The tingling pain in his palm could not awaken his numb heart. Before night came, the Armenians could not give her anything, and without money, Angel could only accept a wave of stronger-destructive and sexual torture in this pain.

null.

Angel rolled off the bed, she had no way to continue to bear it...

At this time, Angel will have all the memories related to money in his mind. Whether it is a robbery or a fraud, as long as he can get the money... anything is fine!

She remembered the two policemen, the two policemen who still showed distrust after she told the truth. These two people were the only people in the neighborhood who would give her money, and they could only go to find them.

Angel grabbed the only life-saving straw that he could catch, and when he got up from the ground, he ignored how much dust he had stuck on his body. He grabbed the exposed clothes that he would wear only when he started working at night, and walked out of the door barefoot.

cold.

The ground wet by the rain at night made Angel feel the coldness of her feet touching the cold ground, but none of this could stop her from moving forward!

The reason to move forward is simply because of - poison - addiction!!

Angel knew clearly that she could not cheer up. She knew that she could not get rid of the damn thing. The annoying thing about this thing is that when you finally made up your mind to die, you thought it would be better if you were to die.

She walked to the police station not far away. Because Angel did not have the phone number for weekends and Chekov at this time, she cautiously thought that it would be safe only if the two policemen found a taxi to contact her. Unexpectedly, drug addiction ruined everything.

When the police station appeared in front of him, the rain turned into a broken bead curtain in front of him. Angel finally saw a familiar figure. It was a Russian standing in the drizzle roaring in the air. He was angry like a standing brown bear, grinning and revealing saliva stuck between his lips and teeth, and roaring in protest. Then, several guys in the parking lot seemed to run out of police uniforms, but it was not important. Angel only had Chekov in his eyes, and others would be automatically excluded from sight at this time.

Angel regained his strength and moved his feet dirty by the rain and soil, and rushed to Chekov at the fastest speed at this moment. She said directly what she thought: "Money, I need $50, at least $50."

Chekov and Vick stood together like a bull. One of them was angry at the police station because of their scandal. The other was furious by interpersonal relationships. At this time, Angel's fuse appeared. She had no idea what she lit in this light rain and what consequences would appear. What she knew was that she could not hold on for a second without $50.

"Angel?"

Chekov glanced at her, and when he turned back to look at Vick's gang, it seemed that the whole world had changed color. (To be continued.)

ps: I felt right after a whole night!
Chapter completed!