The Thief Redeemer by Leigh Clary Abdou Read Free Book Online

unspoken power over
me, and she knows exactly what she’s doing. I take the joint from her hand
without saying a word and take another hit.
    “This stuff is good tonight. Where’d you get it?”
    “Carlos picked it up for us. I’m not sure where.” I don’t
say anything else because it’s not like Maggie and I have much to talk about.
We only use each other for sex. I won’t say no, because she’s good in bed, but
I know that as soon as I wake up, I’m going to hate myself even more.
    She’s drawing me in with her coal black eyes and her tiny,
seductive body and I know I won’t be able to resist. I swallow and try to pry
my eyes off her body, but I’m too high to even pretend I’m not checking her
out.
    “You look good tonight, Maggie.” I don’t even speak to her
face. I’m talking to her tits, but I don’t think she cares. She doesn’t say
anything, only takes a few more hits off my joint. I feel my body heat start to
rise and between the two of us, we finish the pot.
    She starts rubbing her fingers across my chest while I lean
over to cup her face with my hands. We start to make out right there on the
porch, but if anybody complains, I don’t hear them. I’m too high to care
anyways, and it’s not like I mind if anyone sees Maggie in all her glory. She’s
nothing but an easy girl, and who hasn’t seen what she has to offer?
    I hear a door slam behind me, and I notice that Marcus has
left. At least we won’t have an audience as our bodies become more heated. I
push her skirt all the way up and she stands to remove her panties. She
unbuckles my belt, and I stop her to pull a condom out of my wallet. Rule
number one in life, always be prepared. Rule number two, always use a condom.
    We complete the act and I’m too high to care that I just had
mindless, meaningless sex with one of the neighborhood hoes. She rests her head
on mine but she knows I’m not one to cuddle. I push her off and remove the
condom. I slip my pants back on while she dresses herself, too.
    “We’ll have to do that again,” she says, her voice deep as
she walks over to snake her hands around my back. I look down at her because,
as much as I want to say we will never happen again, I know we will. I
will cave into her again and again because she’s good and easy.
    I don’t say a word as I remove her hands from my body. I
leave her standing on the porch and walk back into the den. By this time it’s
getting late, and I’m too stoned to do anything else. I walk back to my bedroom
and close the door.
    I know I need to bathe to remove the smell of Maggie, but
I’m too high and uncoordinated right now to work the shower. I strip down to
boxers and climb into the bed. I close my eyes, and sleep quickly finds me.
    When I wake the next morning, the first thing I remember is
giving in to Maggie the night before, and as predicted, I hate myself.
     

     
    DUSK HAS APPROACHED, and it’s time
for me to report to the warehouse. I slip on my boots and my eye catches the
one memory from my past I care to remember. It’s a picture of my entire family
on a beach in Florida.
    Everyone is all smiles and laughter.
    This is when we were a whole; an entire family unit. This is
before tragedy struck and I lost everything I ever loved. My brothers are the
spitting image of my mother with their brown hair and dark brown eyes. I’m more
of a mother and father mix. I have my mother’s brown hair, but I have my dad’s
hazel green eyes. I’m also built like my dad. His build was from years of
playing wide receiver in high school and college. Football was his life and he
was constantly teaching me how to catch. Maybe he had big dreams for me to play
in college. Maybe he knew even then that my body would have his lean, muscular
build. The only difference is that my muscles come from stealing cars and
living life in the fast lane, not playing football.
    We are young and carefree in this picture. My grandmother
gave this to me and I’ve toted it