Eluded by Lyra Parish

Author:Lyra Parish [Parish, Lyra]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Lyra Parish
Published: 2014-07-26T04:00:00+00:00

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Twenty

We climbed the stairs two at a time. The floor above the cages was nothing more than a large empty space with boxes. The fourth floor was the same thing, but the fifth floor was different. The room was full of tables with plastic tubs on top. I opened one of them and it was full of nothing but cocaine. The texture between my fingers felt fine, and as pure as baby powder. Every container, hundreds of them, were full. I found the home of the kilos upon kilos of drugs that had been floating the streets of London.

"Fuck," I yelled, and my voice echoed through the room. I let my anger get the best of me as I knocked an entire tub of cocaine onto the floor. The bags busted open and the fine dust left a poof of white in the air. I shoved a few of the small bags into my pocket, and instructed everyone to follow. I would have it tested when I returned to the warehouse.

The other floors had tables set up, ready to be filled with plastic tubs of drugs to be packaged and distributed. They’d end up on the streets, in the hands of mothers and children. On the way down the stairs, I kicked a can of spray paint. It looked like the room had been tagged with wanna-be gang signs ages ago. Though the button was hard to push and the paint was old and runny, it would do what I intended it to do.

The second floor had been cleared of women. All of the vans were gone and I felt good about freeing them all. The group was worth millions, and if I would have played my cards correctly, I could have stacked my account. But it wasn't about the money. It never had been. It was about doing what was fucking right, no matter how many things I did wrong in life. Maybe the little acts of kindness that I pushed forward would help me redeem myself and bury the demons that constantly followed close by.

I would have loved a family. A beautiful wife and kids, and the opportunity to celebrate birthdays and holidays with them. Every night I would kiss my children goodnight after I tucked them in tight and ensured them no monsters were under their beds. But as long as the monsters roamed the streets of London, no children were safe . . . especially if they were mine. Why even bring babies into this world if they wouldn't be protected, or able to enjoy their childhoods and true innocence? My specialty seemed to be taking people out of this life, not helping create it.

I walked faster through the grass until I hit a full sprint. The excess energy I had in my blood was making me think mad thoughts. Sometimes I got like this. Being twenty-seven years old and seeing everything that I've seen, as much as I pretended it didn't matter, did something to a person.

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