Call him

There was no way I was letting a non-response stop me. I pressed the little phone icon and it started to ring. Each ring had me more nervous, but it kept on til the voicemail picked up. Determined, I decided to ring again, and he picked up straight away.

"What the fuck do you want man? I'm a little busy" my heart sunk. I never really heard this side of my cousin.

"Do you have **** I can buy off you?" I let out.

"Fuck, my teenage cousin want's some ****? Fuck yeah little boy. Come over and I'll show you what I have." He hung up.

I felt energetic and was on a body high. I pocketed the roll of $700 and headed to the train station.

It was a really short trip, as he had lived close to the station of the stopII got off. I'd always went as a kid and we were very close. The 7 year difference split that relationship as he got out of high school and into different crowds. We used to game a lot.

I knocked on his door. There was a long wait before opened the door. There he was, topless, ripped and covered in tattoos. Completely different from the cousin I grew up with.

"Welcome John. Make yourself at home. You're in for a treat."

He walked off and I followed him in, closing the door behind me. It was a normal, wealthy household. I followed him up the stairs and to the end of the hall to his bedroom. It was a mess.

The first thing I noticed was the beautiful girl, covered only by bedsheets. She did not have a reaction and seemed like she was in a daze, enjoying herself. It was a sad sight to see a beautiful girl so fucked up. She looked up and smile at me, and I smiled back.

"My man. Have a seat. What are you after?"