Sunday, May 19, 2013

Angel, Part 8 - Drug of Depravity



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I took her to the club the next evening and we walked out back to light up before I left. I stepped over popped balloons, looking at first glance, like a kids party gone wrong. My shrinking naivete was talking, but when one stuck to my foot that explained it all. That's were she chose to tell me what her sinking mind was planning next: she wanted to do private parties. Mother fuck me hell of hells. How many levels of pain are there in following this broken Angel? My mind tumbled down the stairs of her attention driven wanderings. I supported her, God knows I wouldn't want her alone with a bunch of drunk men, but for how long? She would introduce me as her “bodyguard” so her tips weren't affected. If the customers knew she had a boyfriend there, their cash would stay in their pockets. So there it was, I'm downgraded, at least publicly to “someone who watches out for me” which is quite a bit different from “someone I'm in love with”. I learned a bit of self control after my explosion in the club and the hardness settled in nicely around my heart, like when it's cold and I pull the blanket in close. But the blanket never seemed big enough and part of me was always feeling the cold breeze of greed and deprecation blown by her incessant curiosity and growing boldness.

She made the arrangements and scheduled her appearance at a party in, of all places, a trailer park. I shook my head in disbelief. A shitty trailer park? Why couldn't she see the sick way her life was turning? I went, nervous and sweaty, shaking inside with fear and disbelief. Showing no emotion in my eyes, I awkwardly performed my tasks, playing her music and verbally acknowledging what was acceptable. Her eyes lit with childlike excitement as she played the role, her young body teasing the men to a dull frenzy. She turned and smiled at me, enjoying her power over them, over me. Something fucked up happened though, I felt turned on by this, seeing her in vulnerable positions, just short of following through. Guilt over my arousal, confusion over my new role, and a consuming love for her, brought the flames from the devil's den to the door of my mind and fueled a fire that changed my desires forever. This is how it happens. How a man can slowly become the thing he hates by following a woman he loves. My appetites wet by this indecent exposure set me on a new collision course of right and wrong, love and lust, money and sex. Caught by my Angel, my innocence used against me, luring me away with knowledge of depravity, a drug of different sort. I tried to resist this descent, but my Angel, she swallowed the hook, the only question was, who held the line?

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