NIKKAA Story by StoryTellerWriterNIKKA She was a Russian fashion
model. She’s been my girl for 4 years and I now want out in the relationship.
Her drug habit has gotten worse and most of the time she acts weird. The last straw was when she tried to kill me
with a knife. After that, I left her. I don’t want to wake up one day with a
knife sticking in my throat or belly. She no longer can find
a modelling gig because her addiction to crystal meth had affected her face and
her teeth. She looks 15 years older than her real age. The problem is, and
this may sound crazy, is that I still love her. I want to save her from her
present state. Just really don’t know
how. In fact, I’m now on my
way to her apartment to bring her some food,supplies, and a few pieces of
freshly washed clothing. I knocked on the door.
She opened and said, “Oh, it’s you.” “Can I come in?” There’s that familiar
smell of crack inside the apartment. “I’ve been telling you that thing is bad
for you.” “Mike,” she said, “I
don’t want to argue right now. I just want to rest.” “Here, I brought you
some food and fresh clothes.” “I’m not really hungry,”
she said. “Here, you might need a
bite later.” “Thanks. How’s little
Sally?” She was referring to our daughter. “Fine, I guess. She
really misses you. How about you, you miss her?” She shrugged. “You got
something else for me?” I nodded. “It’s in the
take out bag.” I brought her crack for
her drug habit. Actually, I was the one who introduced her to the stuff. I sell drugs.
She was one of my first customers. © 2018 StoryTellerWriter |
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Added on June 7, 2018 Last Updated on June 7, 2018 Author
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