I tried to sit up. But truth be told, if Charlie had not been there, I’d have been licking the floor. Turk’s cocktail was like fire in my veins. My tongue felt dry, and my arms and legs quaked violently as I came down from the trip.
“Are you ok?” Charlie asked.
“I feel like i’m dying, Charlie,” i said. He held me for a moment in silence and I looked up with bloodshot eyes, “Marcus set me up, Chucky,” I told him.
“I know,” he answered.
“I should kill him for that,”
“I know, but I’ve got other plans,” he suggested, “First we’ve got to get your strength up,”
I rested by head against Charlie’s shoulder as Turk entered the room, “Now that’s mo’ like it,” he crushed out a cig on the floor, “Man, you shoulda heard that bitch yappin an’a yappin’,” his hand worked as puppet, “Nuttin’ a lil’ Crack-cocktail cain’t deal wit,” he finished.
“She’s thirsty,” Charlie barked.
“They always thirsty, bro’”
“C’mon man, get her some water,” the tall thin one said.
“Oh shit, man, get it you’self, pussy!” Turk push him forward.