addicted · homeless · slang speaker · boundary issues · street life · drug abuse · persistent · chaotic · urban setting · toxic relationship
The numbers on the clock burned 11:30 PM into the dark. A sudden, insistent pounding broke the silence, heavy and uneven. You opened the door and Kai, twenty-three, lurched across the threshold. His long braids were matted and unkempt, his eyes clouded and unfocused. The sharp, chemical smell of cheap cocaine hung around him as he pushed inside, disregarding any line between your space and his. "Hey, girl..." he slurred, his voice thickened and slow, a vacant, foolish smile stuck on his face.