Where Did the Love Go

by Elbie Dee

  Where Did the Love Go?

  By Elbie Dee

  Where Did the Love Go

  Copyright 2020 Elbie Dee

  All rights reserved. No part of this material may be used in any manner without written permission from the copyright owner except for the use of quotations in a book review.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  Bayleigh

  Hiding myself behind an old, rusted dumpster toward the end of an alleyway wasn’t abnormal for me. Truthfully, it was my lifestyle. The only time I was seen roaming the streets of Miami, Florida, and participating in the acts of college students on Spring Break, was when I hadn’t had my fix of heroin… or really, any drug I was able to get my hands on.

  If I fucked a dirty ass man or two and was able to meet up with a drug dealer, then I’d run to my alleyway. Once I was at the dumpster and walked around to the side that was hidden from street view, I’d take a seat on the rock-hard pavement. After untying the small, clear plastic bag, spec by spec would be dropped onto my left hand. Snorting it through my nose in between each fill, I would stop when I knew I was beginning to feel the effects of the drug. Usually, it was when the twenty-dollar bag was completely cleared.

  The commotion of party goers would rattle my brain after dropping the empty bag onto the ground. I would slightly lift my chin and rest the back of my head along the brick building that the dumpster leaned against. The sound of shouts and loud music coming from the street would fade, and I’d giggle myself until passed out. Rarely, I would have a visitor waking me up the next day.

  “Bayleigh. Bayleigh,” I heard the soundwaves of a voice running through my eardrums as I laid with my eyes closed. The trashmen who took the garbage to the dumpster knew who I was, and never bothered me so I was able to peacefully sleep.

  “Bayleigh!” The shout made me jump and open my eyes. Once I was sitting straight up, I noticed my friend Neakah standing on the ground in front of me.

  “Damn! You scared me!” I voiced, as I rubbed the sleep from the inside corner of my eyes.

  “Well, you wouldn’t wake up to me whispering. If you weren’t out here getting high all the time then I wouldn’t have to wake you up in an alleyway!” she stated, after folding her tan colored arms together and poking her right hip out. I watched as she tapped her foot onto the pavement.

  “Why do you always have to fucking go there!” I jumped up from the ground and shouted in her face.

  She’d show to the alleyway every day, whether I was there that night or not. It felt good to have at least one person around who still seemed to care for me, but I’d rather her stay away if she were going to always diminish me. Drugs were a new security for me, and she needed to understand.

  “Woah! First, you need to brush your teeth and take a fucking bath. You smell like dirty drawers and piss. Secondly, excuse the fuck out of me for caring about you!” she yelled, after her arms were unfolded and her body language was able to speak for itself. Once she was finished waving her finger in my face, she dropped her arms to the side and was silent.

  “This is my life now. Nobody asked you to keep checking on me! Everyone else has left my life, so why don’t you?” I sarcastically asked.

  “Maybe I will,” she lowered her tone without hesitating to reply. She turned her body, and strut down the alleyway to exit.

  “Now I can go get high!” I laughed, once she was halfway to the end.

  “Don’t forget to bang a few men who probably have STD’s first!” she yelled. Before I got a chance to reply, she took a left onto the sidewalk and disappeared from my eyesight.

  ∞∞∞

  Neakah and I both graduated from the University of Miami, although we never crossed paths during our enrollment with the school. With many parties going on in the city for graduation, she and I connected at one of the bash’s my good friend threw.

  “You graduated from Miami, too?” she asked, while we were on the rooftop of the venue that was being rented for the bash.

  “Yeah! But I never saw you around,” I replied, after chugging my shot of Green Olive Vodka down my throat.

  “Trust me. If I ever seen you around, I would remember. You’re so pretty!” she complimented, while she stared into my sky-blue eyes.

  “You too!” I honestly replied.

  She was Asian, and her skin was flawless. Her lips were covered in a lavender lipstick, but the fullness of them couldn’t be hidden. Her round Asian eyes offset her cute button nose and her long jet-black hair covered her back. The end of the curls she sported touched the top of the waistline of her mini skirt. She wasn’t what some would say huge in the chest area, but her white tank crop top with a split in the middle helped her tits sit pretty. Her body was thin, with a slight bit of thickness in her thighs.

  On top of her looks, her personality was uplifting! She was someone I wanted to have around me. We exchanged numbers that night before each of us left the venue at two in the morning. I wanted to party a little more with her, but each of us had a set of friends we were already engaging with for graduation.

  I partied until six in the morning. At four in the afternoon, I woke up at my boyfriend’s house butt naked in his bed. I sighed in relief that he managed to get me at some time during the night. If he hadn’t, who knows where I would have woken up as drunk as I was.

  “You’re finally up!” Chris came into the room and laughed.

  He walked over to my side of the bed and handed me a cup of hot tea. A couple of Tylenol Extra Strength’s and an hour later, I was good to get up. After showering at his place, I put on a pair of his basketball shorts, and one of his t-shirts along with a pair of his slides. Even though they were big, I refused to wear the stiletto heels I wore the night before.

  Since I had managed to be responsible and chose not to drive the night prior, Chris brought me home around seven in the evening after stopping for a bite of fast food first. It was almost eight before I walked in the doors of my apartment. The first thing I did after closing the door and latching the chain, was walking to my bedroom and placing my phone on the charger.

  I laid on top of my full-sized bed and grabbed the remote to the television from underneath one of my pillows. As I waited for my Android phone to charge enough so it can be powered on, I activated the television and scrolled through the channels. After searching for something to watch for ten minutes, nothing caught my eye. I threw the remote beside where I laid on my back and turned to see if my phone gained enough juice.

  Hey! It’s Neakah. The girl from the party!

  Since the number wasn’t saved in my phone, the text from Neakah caught my attention after my phone powered on. I was glad she texted me because for a second, I forgot all about the fun time we had. Immediately, I responded.

  Hey girl! In case we were too drunk, I’m Bayleigh. Lol.

  Within a few minutes, Neakah replied to my message. Instead of texting back and forth all night long, I dialed her number. We found out that we had much more in common than we thought. Our conversation topped our night off. We agreed to meet up the next day for lunch and get to know one another more before getting off the phone at one in the morning.

  The next day was filled with fun. Neakah and I met for brunch at Jimmy’s Eastside Diner. Once we were full, we each agreed to go to our places and get our things ready to head to the beach. Around three in the afternoon, we met up at Bal Harbour Beach. We sunbathed, drank a few beers and exchanged childhood life stories until dusk came around.

  Since that day, her and I became
inseparable. Even after four years and my drug addiction later, she was coming around. She didn’t agree with the path I was led down, but she wasn’t in control of it either. Things were stolen out of her apartment after she let me stay with her once I became homeless.

  She swore it was me, so told me I had to leave unless I agreed to check into rehab. I wasn’t ready to give up drugs, so I opted out of her offer and took my ass to the streets of Miami. With nothing but a bookbag of clothes and a body filled with drugs, it had become my lifestyle.

  ∞∞∞

  After my argument with Neakah, it was time for me to start my usual day. I grabbed my bag from where I placed it behind the dumpster the night before and threw it over each of my shoulders. Once the backpack rested against my back, I headed for the streets of Miami.

  I lightly jogged a block and a half away from my sleeping spot. Eager for drugs, I walked back and forth on the sidewalk beside one of the gas stations. Anytime I would see a single old man, or one who looked like they needed company, pulling into the station, I would walk to their vehicle and offer my service.

  Sunburn began to appear upon my pale skin, and beads of sweat ran from my forehead after a few hours of waiting for an agreement. Finally, a Mexican mother fucker had taken up on my offer. He was finished gathering the items from the gas station and instructed me to get in the back seat of the run-down minivan he was driving.

  “Do you have a condom?” I asked, as I stood outside on the pavement next to the driver’s side while he had the window rolled down.

  “Sí,” he replied, and pulled a cheap ass Durex from the front pocket of his jeans, which confirmed to me that his plan was to get his dick in me upon pulling into the station. I had always been a pretty girl and men loved to gaze over me. The only reason I didn’t get as many offers that were declined in my earlier days, was probably because most men opted out of screwing a prostitute.

  He pressed the button for the sliding door to the back to activate. I watched as the door eased open and hopped in one of the two seats in the middle of the van. After I was fully inside, he pressed the button once more to get the door to close, before starting the ignition and pulling out of the parking lot.

  A few blocks away from my alleyway home, he pulled into a different one. Once he parked at the furthest end from the street, he turned the ignition off and joined me in the back. After he sat on the seat next to mine, he pulled his short ass dick from his pants and secured the condom around it.

  He let his jeans and boxers down to his ankles before reclining his seat back. I took my bag off and placed it on the floorboard in between the two seats. After, I stood up just enough for me to pull one leg out of my black sports shorts. Inching my feet to walk where he was, I straddled each of his legs before inserting his short dick into my vagina.

  “Mmm,” he moaned, after latching his hands to my hips and motioning for me to ride him faster. Within seconds, I noticed his short, chunky ass body squirming which allowed me to confirm he was finished with his nut.

  After getting off him, I inched myself away and reached to get my leg back into my shorts before pulling them up to my waistline. I fell back onto the seat where I previously sat and rubbed my thumb against my pointer and middle finger, so he could get the hint that I needed my money. His pants were pulled up and he leaned to the right to pull his wallet from his back pocket. He opened the billfold and pulled a hundred-dollar bill out of it before handing it over to me.

  “I see you again?” he asked as I snatched the money out of his hand.

  “Sure,” I replied, before picking my bag up from the floorboard.

  I manually opened the sliding van door and let myself out into the alleyway. Once my bag was over my shoulders, I fled down the pavement until I reached the sidewalk and began my search for drugs. A bitch was about to get high as hell! All I had to do his find my drug dealer, or any drug dealer really.

  Ocho

  “How are you today?” The younger woman who was the cashier asked, after I placed my Pepsi on the counter.

  “I’m good. And yourself?” I asked.

  “I’m great. Your total is going to be one-seventy-nine please,” she stated.

  After pulling the five-dollar bill from the front pocket of my grey basketball shorts, I handed it to the cashier. She put the five in the register and handed me back the change. I dropped the money in my pocket as I picked the Pepsi up from the counter before walking out of the gas station.

  When I exited the store, there was a fine ass little shorty roaming in front of the gas station. As I strode across the parking lot, my eyes were planted in her direction. I approached my car and opened the driver’s door to my 2017 Audi S8. Once I hopped in my navy-blue colored vehicle and closed the door, approaching the woman came to mind.

  I started my ignition and put my gear into drive. Just as I was about to take my foot from the brake pedal, shorty was getting into the back seat of a van. The driver backed out of the parking space, and I watched as a Mexican man drove her away.

  “Oh, hell no!” I said aloud to myself.

  Prostitution came to mind. One thing is for sure, I have and will never fuck with a woman who lets the whole town fuck for a few twenty-dollar bills. After taking my foot from the brake pedal and pressing onto the gas, I exited out of the parking lot of the station... and drove in the opposite direction of the van as I shook my head.

  Normally, I wouldn’t pay a drug addicted hoe any bit of mind. For some reason, she was all I could think about that day. She was too pretty to be in the streets of Miami. Shorty had to have just started living the street life because as bad as she was, there wasn’t a way in Hell it had been an ongoing lifestyle for her. I swore a few years back that I wouldn’t try and fix anyone again after my ex, but in a wild way, I felt like I needed to fix the gas station shorty.

  ∞∞∞

  2019 was the year I lost my high school sweetheart. She’s still alive out here somewhere, but she’s been dead to me. We had the perfect relationship; some may have even said it was a fairytale love and all that other gushy shit. As we got older, I was forced to accept her changes until I got tired of her shit.

  From senior year in high school, and up until a year ago, we were inseparable. Shorty was my best friend and knew all my secrets as I did hers. She was my biggest cheerleader at varsity football games, and I attended every one of her dance competitions.

  The time we lost our virginity to one another, she snuck out of her window at midnight and we fucked in the park around the corner from her house. Neither one of us labeled the other as a hoe, or anything of that nature. We were only seventeen, and neither one of our parents played that underage shacking up shit. We had to get it where we could.

  I was eighteen before her, but she only had a few months until she was of legal age to move from her parents’ house. I rented an apartment by the college I would be attending in Miami, so she would be able to move in with me. College was never in her plans, so it was nothing for her to climb on board from Fort Lauderdale a week after her eighteenth birthday.

  She landed a job at a dance studio while I was on the path of completing my degree in Sports Medicine. Through thick and thin, we were as tight as hot glue during my four years of college. We split bills and went over our plans for the future. We came to an agreement that once I finished my major that we would go into business together. When the time came, she flopped; not only regarding a business together, but in reference to the whole relationship and bond we worked so hard to build.

  “Yo, man. I have to tell you something,” my homeboy Zion said after I answered his call one afternoon.

  “What’s up? Is everything good?” I asked. He wasn’t my best friend, but he was one of my good ones. If he needed something, I’d be there for him as much as I could.

  “Everything’s good with me, but you might wanna check your girl,” he said. In an instant, my raised eyebrows deepened, and I went into defense mode.

  “What the fuck do you m
ean?” I asked in a raised tone.

  “Bro, chill. I’m just letting you know I saw your chick at the beach,” he informed me.

  “And?” I asked in an agitated manner.

  “And, she just separated from her girl’s and hopped in some other dude’s Jeep,” he said.

  At first, I didn’t believe him. My girl was thick as fuck with a beautiful ass face to match. After telling him I won’t believe it until I see it, he was able to catch up with the guy and get a picture of my girl walking into an apartment complex with him.

  When I opened the picture message, sparks of flame came out of my ears. After everything me and her had gone through, that was the thanks I received? Since I was aware of the surroundings of the picture, I was able to get a location of the complex. I slammed my phone on the dashboard and sped ninety until I reached the driveway of the complex.

  After pulling in and locating dude’s Jeep, I parked right beside his navy green colored vehicle. Not even thirty minutes later, I noticed my chick coming out of one of the bottom level apartment doors. She didn’t notice me at first since she was cackling all in his face. By the time they both reached the end of the breezeway, she stopped in her tracks and wore a look of fear on her face.

  “So you wanna be a little dirty bitch, huh?” I yelled, after I got out of the burgundy colored Nissan I had at the time.

  “What’s up man?” The gay looking mother fucker asked on her behalf.

  “I should be asking you! Here you are with the girl I’ve been with for almost six, long ass years!” I replied in agony.

  “What!” he yelled and shot a look of disgust back at her.

  “I can explain!” she screamed.

  “That’s what they all say. Get your mother fuckin’ ass in the car now!” I demanded.

  She did just as I instructed and rushed to the passenger’s side of my car, while she stared at the pavement the whole time. Ol’ boy stood wearing a look of confusion on his face, but I didn’t give a fuck about his feelings. From the looks of it, he had just banged my bitch and I wasn’t feeling it.