The Pit of My Stomach By Joseph Armomns

NINA: No, no, I won’t do it Charlie. I won’t. I’m not going in for another one of your hustles. You always give me the worst feeling in the pit of my stomach and it reaches down to my thighs—

Everything goes numb!

Last time, we barely made it through. When the cops questioned me, I was barely able to control myself.

I can’t do this again. And you promised me! You promised that you would never ask me to cover for you again, that you would never get me involved in any more of your genius ideas, no matter how bad things get.

What happened to that? Another broken promise? Like always. Lasted two weeks!

Everytime you make me believe in you, you fall back and let me down…

Leave me alone…I’m so done with you, Charlie