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Trust me, Princess. I don’t look at you like a child. Fuck. I wish I did. Now, be a good girl and go to sleep.
What does that even mean?
It doesn’t matter. Goodnight, Princess.
CHAPTER SEVEN
IVY
Three days later…
Finally,I make it to Lins before she loses her mind. She sits at the small table in the kitchen, her back to me, and her greasy blonde hair hanging down to her shoulders. I walk over and take a seat across from her, and she smiles, “I’ve got the pills, or you can try this.”
Thisis heroin. Ready to go, already in the syringe.
“Can I go back to the pills if I don’t like it?”
She laughs boisterously, “Baby, you will like it. But yes, you can take it however you want.”
I spent years in the hospital being poked and prodded. I’m not in love with the idea of putting more needles into my body, but her next words change my mind.
“It’ll work almost instantly.”
With that I’m sold, but my hands are so shaky I’m not sure I could inject myself.
“What if I can’t get it into my vein while shaking so much?”
She takes my arm and ties it, “I’ve got you. I always take care of my girl, don’t I?”
The trembling intensifies, but not because of the sickness; I’m terrified. I have never been the type of girl to get involved with drugs. I only took the pills because of the pain. Now, I wish I never had because it’s a constant cycle that never ends. For some reason, it feels as if I let her inject me with the drug, my life will never be the same. My phone buzzes, so I tell her to hold on. Maybe I’m trying to delay what I’m about to do because the consequences of my actions are horrifying.
You snuck out. I can only imagine that means one thing. There are three ways this can end, Ice Princess. 1. Prison. 2. Death. 3. You get help now. If you don’t choose option three, option one or two will happen far sooner than you realize.
Nash.
After I place my phone on the table, I look up at Lin, “Do it.”
Why did I choose to inject heroin into my veins? Two reasons really. One, the pain is getting unbearable. If you’ve never been dopesick, you wouldn’t understand. Two, and this is the biggest reason, I won’t let Nash dictate my choices. Yes, I realize that’s cutting off my nose to spite my face.
Almost instantly, the high I feel is amazing. Euphoric. Calming. Relaxing. Happy. I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy in all my life. I’m in such bliss that I respond to Nash, who I hated with a passion just minutes ago, so much that if he were standing on the tracks and there were an oncoming train, I wouldn’t dare pull him away.
You worry too much, Rapist. Why don’t you let your hair down and come do this with me? It’s so incredible. Heroin straight to the vein is much better than the pills. Haven’t you ever heard the family that plays together stays together?
On my way. Where are you?
1705 Rosebriar Lane. Apartment B.
“Nash is on his way. He’ll want some too.”
Lin raises an eyebrow in surprise, “He better have cash. You’re the only one that gets it for free.”
I fold my arms over my chest and glare at her, “Do you want me to stop coming over?”
I want Nash to do this. If he is using too, then he has nothing to tell my parents. He’ll get off my back about it. Yes, it’s cruel, but I don’t really care. He means nothing to me. Nash Lexington is nothing more than a gorgeous pain in the ass.
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Nash
