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Until that morning.
When I opened my apartment door to find a flower, a note, and a package.
There had never been a package before.
I mean, sure, it could have just been a package delivered by a kind neighbor who saw it down on the mail table, and didn’t want it to get swiped.
But something told me that wasn’t the case.
My stomach dropped immediately, and some irrational part of me was paranoid about it being a bomb or poison that might fly up in my face when I opened it or something.
I actually brought it into my bathroom, set it in the tub, opened the window, and pulled my shirt up over my face as I cut it open.
But there was no clock ticking down to my demise.
And there was no powder shooting up in my face.
Well, I mean, therewaspowder.
But it was contained in big bricks.
I didn’t know a whole lot about drugs. My mom’s drinking issues, and my own concern about the potential for addiction to be genetic, I’d made sure I kept myself in check, never going near the hard stuff. Did I occasionally roll a joint or have a drink? Sure. It was all legal.
But I stayed clear of the illegal, life-ruining shit.
So I couldn’t say forsurebut I was reasonably certain what I had in the box was four bricks of heroin.
A quick search on my phone—that likely got me flagged on someone’s watchlist—told me that each brick—or kilogram—was worth between ten and a hundred grand, depending on location and demand.
So, at minimum, I had forty thousand dollars of heroin in my bathtub. At max, four hundred thousand.
“Jesus Christ,” I hissed, grabbing a handful of tissues to move one of the bricks because there was a note under it.
I didn’t touch that with my fingers, either, using two sets of tweezers from my makeup kit instead to hold it and pull it open.
Hang onto this for me. - C.
“Oh, like fucking hell,” I hissed, tossing the letter back in with the bricks of heroin.
I mean, no. There was absolutely no way I was getting involved in their drug business. I mean, sure, I guess I’d been involved before, but that had been different. I hadn’t ever evenseenthe drugs. It’s why I managed to turn a blind eye to all the red flags for so long.
Clearly, my so-called involvement wasn’t even enough to get me arrested.
But if I wasn’t going to be involved with them and their drugs, what the fuck was I supposed to do?
It damn sure couldn’t stay at my apartment. That was not a chance I was taking.
That said, what other choices did I have?
Rational thought said to take it to the cops.
But if someone was watching me, and clearly they were, then they would see me do that. What would happen to me then?
Would they beat me?
Kill me?
I mean, I get that my life wasn’t for everyone, but it was my life, damnit. I wasn’t ready to leave it because some asshat wanted me to store four kilos of heroin in my panty drawer.
