Anger + Warehouse

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❀         ʷᵉˡᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ᵇˡᵒᵍ          blake ι᥉ tyριᥒg...

Heyo! Today is my challenge

entry to the EWC's monthly

I'm trying to be more active

in the community no matter

how trashy my writing still is

Today's story is inspired by

Jughead from Riverdale be

coming a serpent and John

Wick who went to every len

gth to avenge his wife and

dog. My prompt was anger

and warehouse   and it is

353 words. Hope you like !

Anger + Warehouse

TW: mention of viol

ence,    and     drugs

#EWCM1

     The closer Reese got to the warehouse, the more the air smelt of men.

     Not the businessmen who come home to a wife and kids every night or gentlemen that are kind no matter how much the world tells them that good guys always lose.

    These were crooked men, the ones who drove down the streets at the latest hours. The men who sold drugs and partied with girls. The emotionless men who always thought they were in control but all actuality, they were slaves to a common stereotype society assigned to them. A stereotype they would die to uphold.

      Reese had to become one of these men tonight, leaving his fear behind and completely numbing himself. Feelings weren't needed here. The intoxicating fumes of alcohol, sweat, and weed clouded his nostrils as he stopped in front of a tall man who resembled a bulldog.

      The man nodded back at one of the other gang , motioning Reese forward. Everyone stopped what they were doing, lining up on either side of him. They either wore sleeveless shirts or no shirt at all. Tattoos were everywhere. Reese walked closer as they waited for him, loosening his shoulders.

      He pushed down a feeling of disgust as they all came at him. He fought back at first, using the anger to dodge their kicks and punches but soon they overwhelmed him and he fell to the ground. It seemed like hours until the ritual was over. When it finally did end, he was covered in bruises with two black eyes so bad that he could barely see.

      One guy patted him on the shoulder, causing him to crash back to the ground. Everyone walked away and no one helped him up. They  just nodded, congratulating him. He'd done it. Through his sore face, he sat against the nearest wall, smiling.

      Over the months, he'd earned the trust of this gang that stole so much from him. Even after everything he did, he would never be one of them. Not when he had nothing else to lose. The only thing he wanted now was revenge.

is appreciated! Hope you enjoyed and sorry about the cliffhanger