The Crackhead

By Aching Thoughts

Chris is a 18 year old boy and is going through a tough time in his life. Living alone and desperate in New York, he decides to try everything he can, to feel happiness again. Entering the dark corners of depression, he finds himself in a difficult situation, as he unwillingly becomes part of a large hidden Mafia kingdom in the town. Through many tasks and missions, Chris has to choose whether to aim for a greater position in the group, or secretly leave.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Aching Thoughts
• Release date: Jan 31, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310539817

Aching Thoughts

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Contents

Chapter 1- Welcome to The Hood

Chapter 2- The Approval

Chapter 3- The Medallion

Chapter 4- First Tour

Chapter 5- The Surprise

Chapter 6- Strange Emotions

Chapter 7- The Meeting

Chapter 8- The New Position

Chapter 9- Still Alive?

Chapter 10- Sudden Attack

Chapter 11- Unfinished Secret

Chapter 12- First Burial

Chapter 13- First Mission

Chapter 14- Mission Accomplished

Chapter 15- Preparations for Second Mission

Chapter 16- Unexpected Problem

Chapter 17- Unusual Actions

Chapter 18- A new Special Day

Chapter 19- On the Road

Chapter 20- The System

Chapter 21- The System Depth

Chapter 22- Blackout

Chapter 23- Back Home Surprises

Chapter 24- Black Sorrow

Chapter 25- A New Target

Chapter 26- Inverted Positions

Chapter 27- Psycho Eyes

Chapter 28- Massacred House

Chapter 29- Planning and Grinning

Chapter 30- MR. Crackhead

Chapter 31- Start of a New Era

Chapter 1- Welcome to the Hood

It must be late. I need to wake up . . . But, why? I could just sleep this entire day. My stomach is making noises again. I don’t care. I don’t want to eat, everything is tasteless. What am I even doing? Useless, useless . . . I couldn’t even enter the college. My marks and money are worthless.

Chris woke up and looked at his phone.

7 PM November 7th. It really is late. Days are passing so slow. Well, what will be different if they go faster?

He got up and looked around.

Same as always. My lonely dirty room. My clothes. I needed to wash them since two weeks ago, but here there are in the same pile. My stomach again . . . Sorry buddy, you are not worth eating. I think selling the fridge I found yesterday in streets, may give me some money. I need to pay the rent. That old trout should come here at any minute. Guess I have to go out, so I don’t listen to her bullshit again.

Chris looked at the mirror. He was staring at himself for a long time.

Ironic. I used to like this mirror. I could smile and use some hair gel, while wearing my leather jacket.

He searched inside the pile to find it again. Chris got what he wanted and looked at the mirror again.

Here, I am wearing it again. Should I be happy now? No, the jacket may still look good, but I don’t have to look after myself. None is interested on me anymore. I lost every friendship I had.

Chris took the keys, wore his old jeans and trainers and closed the door. He tried to see if the old owner of the house was coming. After he made sure that none was in the hallway, he opened the big door of the apartment.

Damn, I forgot it again!

He rushed back to his room and unlocked his door as fast as he could. He looked at his only table.

Here you are.

Chris got the medallion on the table. While running again to the exit door, he saw the old woman behind him. She started shouting. He didn’t hear what she said. Chris put the medallion around the neck and took his bicycle.

The same rich cold New York City. I have waited too long. I should change. I have nothing to lose. I remember one of my ex-friends told me that there are some guys selling drugs in front of Old Jack Casino. Do I need it? . . . I need that crap. It’s bad. I haven’t tried it, but I know it’s bad. Whatever . . . none would care.

He was riding his bike slowly like always, because he was thinking too much.

It’s dark already. The guys should be wandering at the place. I hope I have that much money. Maybe I will start doing insane things after that, or maybe I will just faint. I hope I faint. I hope I can make someone feel a little mercy for me, feel the sadness . . . just what I feel.

Chris was at the place. There were many cars on the road, but strangely only a few people around the casino. He left the bike at a corner and started to think again.

"I should act carefully here. I may end up in jail. That would be very painful, but I want another ending. If it is something painless, I would accept my end. That friend said that I have to look badass. Ok, body straight, looking ahead, here I go. I see one white guy with a black jacket on the right of the casino. He should talk first. None else on this side of the road. I am approaching.

Chris made three steps ahead. The man was not moving. He was only a few more steps away. Chris was nervous.

What is he doing? He should notice when someone comes. Maybe he is not the guy . . . I am next to him now. I will look at him.

The man started searching in his pockets after looking at Chris, but Chris was unprepared. He started moving faster and got away from the man.

That look in his eyes! At that moment . . . he is just like me! I know that look. Is this, my future? Am I going to sell drugs?

The suspicious man turned back to his position and started smoking a cigarette. Chris stopped. None was walking nearby.

I need it! I should turn back! At least, I will try something different. I can’t lose!

Chris turned back and started walking, looking at the man again. This time, the man spoke quietly.

50 bucks a bag.

Chris then turned at him, but he didn’t know exactly how much amount it was.

What did he mean? How much is that? I can’t ask him a lot of questions, because he can think I am a newbie here. Fuck! I should improvise!

But before Chris spoke, the drug dealer reacted.

Yo Kid. Better go home. . . I’m telling you 50 dollars means around 24 lines cocaine. Gives a great hit yo! That’s all I have.

Chris was checking his wallet. He had only 50 dollars there. The dealer was nervous.

It’s a good crack, you are not finding this elsewhere. Come on!

Chris was confident. He spoke loudly.

I will take it. I don’t care. 50 dollars right?

Suddenly, a drunken old man was walking near them. The dealer turned back and started another cigarette. Chris didn’t understand why he did that move. He waited till the drunken teenager made a few steps away and then touched the dealer’s shoulder.

We got a deal or what?

The man turned at Chris again and saw the drunken man. The dealer felt safe and showed the bag. At that moment he saw that the stoned guy moved fast. In just a matter of seconds, the dealer started to run away. Chris didn’t realize what was happening. He turned back and saw that the drunken fellow had already pulled a gun. He shouted.

Police! Get down!

Chris panicked. It was the first time he felt that scared in his life. He saw the dealer running right to a narrow path. It was close. He thought he could make it. Although the cop was just a few meters behind him, Chris managed to run to the narrow path and catch up with the drug dealer. He couldn’t believe the fact that he just escaped from a gun. The policeman was chasing them. The dealer saw Chris and shouted.

What the fuck?! Go away! Don’t follow me!

Chris couldn’t speak. His intuition was telling him that following that drug dealer was the right choice. They were both running too fast. The cop was not reaching them. The dealer made a turn right to another path which seemed to be a dead end. However, there were three doors. He opened one of the doors, while Chris rushed in and locked it. The undercover cop reached that place too late. He tried to open the doors but all of them were locked. He thought they had escaped to the road and left.

The dealer and