| ¤ 5-23-03, Louis’ Weekend, Unexpected Arrival ¤ ¤Continued Part 2¤
¤He pads his way into the main room. It was dimly lit. Only the small lamp, with the crooked broken shade, was illuminating the run down apartment. Though, the apartment was lacking in many of the finer things, Louis liked it anyway. His light blue deep-set eyes, narrow on every article of clothing he had. His right hand slides them along the small metal rod, as they hang on a hanger. He finds a light shirt, that’s sturdy. He wasn’t quite sure what this weekend would take him to. He grabs a pair of black jeans from his drawer. As he slips them up over his legs, he hears a sound. It was more of a sound though. Stumbling to his dresser, he falls over, but manages to grab the CZ-75 pistol resting there. He lands on the wooden floor, a clutter of junk slides to the side. The impacted was soft, but it could be heard. Depending on who was in the hall, he could be in trouble. He lays their, his hand clenched around the gun. His finger fluttering slightly as it tenses waiting for the shot. He’d more than likely just blow, whoever’s knocking on the door away. No one knew he lived here, or should care that he did.
Louis looks through hid one opened eye, the other closed to make it easier to aim. His vision lined perfectly up with the sight of the CZ-75 semi-auto pistol. His mouth slides open, the dried skin on his lips sticks together as he speaks, “Who the ****’s there?” Sliding his hand up to the bed. He drags himself up. The barrel of the gun trained on the door. His hears pick up a quiet knock on the door and a set of muffle words, “Is Carrie there?” He instantly recognizes the voice as a young women’s. The name was familiar, his mind works on that subject, and his hand immediately lowers to his side slightly. Louis felt mortal women as less of a threat. He could feel and hear her heart beat. It was a quiet building and this woman seemed to have an out of the ordinary heartbeat. Louis assumed she was running from trouble.
“Step back from the door.” He commands. Louis’ pale white hand wraps around the cold doorknob. The door opens with a small squeak. His eyes scan over the young women, she seemed distraught and weary. Louis could easily notice a bead of sweat across the young girls forehead. “I assume you skipped out on your pimp.” Even before the words flow from his mouth, a cool grin crosses his face. He was a pimp, he knew this look, the little whore had probably gotten a nice chunk of dough, and now she wants it all. She was going to leave her pimp out of the cut. Pimps gave prostitutes protection and an area to work. They deserved their own cut. Noticing the young women, quiver to his words he smiles. “Well, What do you want?”
The women looks up, her eyes never really meeting Louis’ eyes as she speaks. “I was looking for a friend. Her names Carrie.”
The name as she spoke it sparked a thought in his head. *Ahh, Carrie the bitch, That Russian killed.* He thinks for a moment before replying. “Yes, I know her, She’s one of my whores.”
The word -whore- seemed to send visibly shudders up her body. “So, Who the **** are you?” Louis demands.
He watches as her lip quivers. She manages to blurt out, “Susan.”
“Well, Susan, Who’s your pimp?”
Her eyes dart away from him. Her thin jaw line locks up. He knew she wouldn’t speak to him. Most of my whore’s wouldn’t willingly give me up. They’d rather go to jail before I get in trouble, from the law or any other source. He smiled as he steps away from the door. His right hand sweeps in a broad gesture. “Come in” It wasn’t meant as a suggestion it was a demand. Louis’ voice when he wanted something was cold and uninviting. He bet she knew realized it. Her movements were quick. She almost reacted before he finished. He closed the door behind them both.¤
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