I think most of the addicts in Nevada were only addicts because it made living in such a crappy state a bit more bearable. While I was waiting for my supplier to turn up, I was just sat in my car with the air con up as high as it would go, wondering how the fuck my brother, Cody, coped in this place. The poor guy was photosensitive before that jerk turned him.

If I lost you just there, my brother’s a vampire. I look after him, which isn’t easy when you’re tiny, if you catch my drift. I come in at a measly five foot two inches, and I’m still small enough to fit in kid’s clothes.

I was distracted from my thoughts when I noticed a cloud of dust getting steadily closer to me. I groaned. Don’t get me wrong, I was glad the bastard was here at last, but I didn’t look forward to having to step out into the desert heat. I still had sand in my shoes from the last time we dealt.

Derek parked up beside me and got out, slamming his door shut unnecessarily loudly. With a small sigh, I got out too, grabbing my brown paper bag of cash. He had a brown paper bag in his hand too, but it was filled with all sorts of goodies. Heroin, cocaine, meth, ecstasy, weed. That’s what I was paying for, anyway. I took his bag and had a quick check. As far as I could tell he hadn’t ripped me off. Maybe he’d learnt from last time.

Just to make sure, I grabbed the scales from the trunk of my car. He watched me nervously.

“It’s all there, Rayn,” he promised me with a worried look. I hid a tiny smirk. I’m sure it’s supposed to be the other way around – the big shot is the scary one, not his buyer. But here we are.

“I’m sure it is, after Cancer had a ‘word’ with you.” Cancer, by the way, is my best friend. I’ve known him since I was a little kid. Would it be a really bad pun to say we were partners in crime?

It was a strange arrangement, in a way. Cancer looked out for me, and I looked out for my older brother. I was just glad that the responsibility for everything didn’t fall on my shoulders. I was good at selling drugs, and keeping us out of the eyes of the cops, and Cancer was the business head. He wasn’t afraid to use violence to get his way; I was about the only person he wouldn’t hurt. Like I said, it was a bit strange, but it worked for us.

“Yeah, I don’t think I’ll be messing with you guys again anytime soon,” he nodded. I flashed him my best innocent smile and tossed him the bag of money once I was satisfied everything was indeed there.

“Nice doing business with you,” I said sweetly, slipping back into the car, grateful for the air con once again. As I drove away, I let the business face melt away and relaxed a little.

When I got in, I was welcomed home by the sound of Cancer fucking his girlfriend with the door open. I wrinkled my nose. Yuck. I snuck over and shut the door, not that it really helped, and stuck some pop tarts in the toaster. 

The End

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