femicide

pilot

9:37 pm

i rub my eye, other arm wrapped around my waist as i walk to the alley. i haven't slept in 2 days, and im trying m yhardest not to collapse on the ground. i looks ahead of me, seeing pharoah on his phone walking. a small smile creeps up on her face, and i begin to get faster, kitten heels clacking against the cement as i walks into the alley. "pharoahhh." i say, grin beginning to grow as my heels lightly tapped the floor. i lean against the brick wall, staring at him

"hey baby. whats that on your face?" he says, moving to touch my face, ringed fingers
pressing against a bruise. shit. my eyes dim for a second, before looking up at him with that same smile. "don't worry about it."

he frowns for a second, before the right side of his mouth scrunches up. "are you cold?" he said, looking me up and down, and i notice his eyes pause atleast 3 times on my body. "only a bit, like i said, don't worry about it, or me. i'm okay, pharoah." i mumble. he looks down at his own fit, a red ralph lauren hoodie, and takes it off, putting it on me.

"now, i got something you'll like," he says, rummaging through his pockets. he hands me a baggie, and i looks at it for a second, clicking my tongue and rummaging through my bag, beginning to take out some 20s. "usually its $80 dollars, but for you its on the house." he says; a small smile creeping up on his face, gold grillz shining in the dim light from the street lamps. "thank youu," i murmur, leaning in to hug him, "only if you come n' hang out with me. i been dealing w you for a while, lets smoke together." he says. "i guess." i say, crossing her arms. "ill only stay for a little. im a busy girl. "

11:25 pm

i sat there in his big hoodie, squinted eyes staring up at him as i waited for him to pass it. he has pretty eyes, almond shaped, brown, with long lashes. he exhales the smoke, eyes slightly closing, and he passes a blunt over to me. "this shit good, huh?" he says, and i held my head back, a slight smirk on my face. "yea. i gotta go soon though. i got a client in 10 minutes." i exhale. pharoah sighs. "ill see you soon, sugar. text me when you get there and ill take you home."

12:34 am

the client lays collapsed on the bed, panting for air. i get up, putting my mesh dress and thong on, blank eyes staring back at his heated body, holding back a scoff. i count my money, shoving it under the band of my underwear. "bye," he says, voice somewhat giddy. "mhm, bye hon." i mumble, donning pharoahs hoodie and my heels. "will i see you again, sugar baby?" he grins. "if you pay me?" i strupz, walking out of the motel room. pathetic. i hate guys like that, and i hated staring down at his red sweaty face as i rode him. i can tell he was cheating because of how nervous he was before it. for reparations, i charged him more than usual, and stole his wallet aswell. i take my phone from her pocket, texting pharoah

12:46 am-- sms

pharoahhh

Who this again?

sugar
you told me to text you after

Oh 🤣 My bad
What u on?

im just getting back
can i stay with you 4 the nite im tired asl 👀

Of course u can ik how it is
Want me to pick you up? Ik its cold out here

its fine i got your hoodie on

dulce sent an image of her in the hoodie walking

Girl yk youre freezing with that tiny ass dress and those heels send me ur location

fine
dulce shared location

Good cause you crazy thinking ima let you be outside in 20 degree weather. Bring your things w u lady