You can’t bring any drugs there.
Why would he even care? I mean they’re a fucking MC for fuck’s sake… they do bad things… kill people… my mind starts to lag as I stand up, moving over to the bed before I collapse onto it and the darkness fills around me.
?
RO
I’m half expecting Sadie to come back out of the room and get something to eat. When she doesn’t, I sigh, asking Sky to make her a plate and take it back to her.
I look at her even more confused when she comes back with the plate still in her hand. “Doors locked.” She tells me and I roll my eyes, standing, reaching or the plate, and walking down the hallway, myself.
Inserting the skeleton key into the door, I hear the click of the lock before I push it open. Sure, enough she’s already passed out hard on the bed.
“Sadie,” I nudge her as I set the plate down on the side table and push against her shoulder once more. If I leave the plate hopefully, she’ll wake up before it gets too cold.
I’m about to leave the room entirely when I see it. The small raised, pink mark on the inside of her elbow. The mark that looks fucking fresh.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” I say, not trying to be quiet this time. Hoping that I end up waking her up, but knowing that the chances of anything waking her from her drug-fueled slumber is slim to none.
Trying to figure out how the hell she even got anything. I look around before I see her backpack on the ground, and I open it up. Pulling out all of the clothing from it.
I hesitate when I pull out an old, tattered Midnight Syn bandana. I didn’t even know that they ever had something like this, and who knows how she even got a hold of it, or why it’s still in her bag.Putting it back, I feel something else, and pull out the travel kit. Unzipping it enough to see the needles, I shake my head, hating her for a moment. Standing up, I leave the door open as I walk down the hall and into the office, grabbing a piece of paper, and scribbling on it quickly before I open the top drawer of my desk and dump out the contents: a tourniquet, lighter, needles… so many fucking needles, well, at least, she doesn’t fucking reuse them, and some alcohol swabs.
“What do you have there?” Venom asks me as I just shake my head.
Where are the fucking drugs?
Placing the scribbled piece of paper back inside the travel kit, walking it down the hallway, and into the room. I place it back in its spot where I found it. She looks so docile when she sleeps. So, at peace a complete 180 from the broken woman I see when she looks at me. I get why she wants to be high; I mean, I don’t understand her reasons, but I understand that there are some.
I can appreciate not wanting to be checked into reality.
And what I told her earlier is true. There’s something about her, something about the way she looked at me when she sat up, when she stood in front of me completely naked, and the way she spoke to me in the bathroom, that reminds me of that Caroline. Not the Caroline that is my family, but the one who I thought I was in love with so long ago. Don’t get me wrong the two women are very different, but enough to make me offer to protect her… at least, that’s the only thing that I can come up with.
The only thing that makes any sort of sense.
What the fuck am I going to do with her? I feel the need to force her to get clean. Leaving the clubhouse, I just need to clear my mind, need to get my thoughts straight and out of the infuriation that she puts me in.
It’s not until I’m half-way there that I realize I’m heading towards Sonston’s End.
I pull into the garage as I see Fury’s bike. Axe and the new prospect walk out of one of the bays as Axe shouts something backwards and then I see Fury and Ash push out the door.
“Ro!” Ash calls out to me as he walks up and hugs me. He looks around confused before he starts again. “What brings you out before the drop?”
I hesitate for a moment before I motion over to Fury and start again. “Can we talk?” he nods backwards and I think I see a hurt look on Ash’s face for a second, I try not to laugh about it.
“What’s up, man?” Fury asks as he shuts the office door, and I sit down in the chair. I wasn’t sure where else to go and Fury is kind of the resident doctor around here. I mean it’s the closest thing that any of the clubs have. 3 years into medical school before he dropped out and a hell of a lot on the job training.
He can save your life, but you’re going to have a hell of a scar. Is how I’ve heard it described in the past.
“I’m not even sure if it’s a thing yet, or if I want to involve myself in this, but trying to find out options.” He looks at me confused, but nods his head anyways. “There’s this girl…”
“There’s always a girl.” He laughs, pointing at me.
“Not like that. I found her when we went into the Marauders clubhouse.” He nods his head again, understanding, but still with an underlining smirk on his face like he knows there’s more. There’s not more. “J has always been lax when it came to a lot of shit.” I stop at what feels like the beginning of a ramble and I look up. “By chance do you have any of those detox drugs?”.
“No, not on me, bro, sorry, but I can get them, if you need them.” I nod my head, again.
“I’m not even sure I will or what she’s on.”
