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"What we gonna do today?"
"Don't you have work?"
"Oh shit, yeah. My boss is an asshole though, but I need the money. You know, for the thing".
"Yeah man, whatever you gotta do. It's your world."
"Yours too dude."
"I choose a simple life J, as you can see." Brad displayed his wardrobe, spreading his arms as if on a cross, arching his back about the fall backwards.
"Heh. You're right. Maybe that's the way I should go too."
"Nah fuck that, I ain't had no pussy in ages."
"Gets old after awhile anyway, y'know?"
"Nah I don't 'y'know'."
"My bad. Let's get out of here." Brad gave a nod of agreement and they headed out of the house.
They didn't quite know where they were, but that was generally the case. Wanderers, both of them. Luckily, Jacob was already wearing his work clothes so he asked some stranger for directions and they both headed to the mall on foot. Death was a regular things for them, but then again, so was drinking, and pretty much whatever else they could force into their bodies.
Things were going to get interesting, or so Jacob thought. They'd both seen better days but they didn't notice it deteriorate day by day. Getting older meant getting weaker. They were marked people in a couple years. She didn't need a dad anyway, no one did. Jacob off'd his folks a long time ago. They were worth more to him dead than alive anyway.
He felt he was losing focus though, being with someone that wanted things that were simply meant to be doomed in the end. On the bright side, he was getting some.
He slapped her so hard it shook her very being.
"I probably deserved.."
"Damn straight you did." His voice was solemn and stature unmoving.
She didn't cry.
She let one tear hit the ground and stood up. She didn't flinch at him as she walked past, fearing nothing. She was hardened to the core now and nothing was going to shake her anymore. She pushed herself against the grain of reality and walked outside the house.
She felt him approaching from behind but didn't turn. If something more was coming to her, she was going to stand right there if it meant death. He simply walked past her.
Her shoulders tensed, she broke her grassy stare and reached into her pocket. Everything went silent a moment and a shot rang out. That was that, she thought. This is how things were solved in her world--Her World.
No one would blame her. She came back just for this. In restrospect she should've stayed gone, it would've saved her the shiner. Her heartbeat never rose, her thoughts bent only on achieving the essence of fairness.
Jacob came out from inside the house and clutched her shoulders tightly.
"No one cares about that guy."
"Not anymore."
"What're we going to do now?"
"Run."
"Let's go."
With that they almost laughed. This was a kid's world. What opinions did adults have that actually mattered? Justice in her jeans. A killer, a cold-hearted bitch, a loving girlfriend, and already feeling better.
~Seven Times Once, Chapter 10
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