@ ZackyEffingVengeance
"I'll be right back." Abigail said after setting her empty shot glass on the table. She grabbed her clutch and walked towards the bathroom. As she walked in, she noticed another girl fixing her hair. She smiled at her as she made her way into the empty stall.
She sat on the toilet and opened her clutch, grabbing the small baggie. She quickly formed a line on the top of her wrist. Plugging one nostril, she sucked up the white powder with the other. She plugged both nostrils and closed her eyes, feeling the blood rush to her head.
She would never admit that she was an addict, but deep inside, she knew she was. Sneaking off to do lines, making sure her stash was well hidden, lying to her friends and her boyfriend. It screamed addict.
That's why she loved drinking with her friends, she could just blame it on the alcohol. Or the few nights where Matt would suggest getting some, she had to hide her excitement.
She licked the remainder off her wrist and walked out of the stall, stopping in front of the mirror. She checked up her nose, making sure it was clear, before heading back to her friends.
Zacky sighed as he looked at his phone, wondering where Kristen was. All of them were at the bar, but she was still back at the hotel, she stayed behind because "wasn't ready yet". He knew that was a lie, she looked ready enough to him.
He turned to Brian, who was looking into obvlian.
"Hey, do you have any left?" He asked in a hushed tone, not wanting anyone else to hear. Brian snapped out of his daze and smirked at Zacky.
"Couldn't stay away, huh?" He chucked and nodded. He motioned for Zacky to follow, as they walked out the side door of the bar. He led them down the alley a bit and stood behind the dumpster. Brian pulled out his thin case from the inside of his leather jacket.
He crouched down and opened the case. He handed Zacky the rubber band, slipping it up his arm.
Brian filled his needle first, then filling Zacky's. He handed Zacky the capped needle as he cleaned up a bit.
Zacky sighed as he slapped the inside of his arm a bit, getting his vein to pop up. Hands shaking, he uncapped the needle with his teeth.
He couldn't help but moan as he felt the warmth take over his body. He fell back against the brick wall, enjoying the sensation wash over him.
Zacky had tried Heroin a few times before with Brian, but no one else knew. Lucky for him, his half sleeve tattoo covered the marks, so no one could even tell. He knew he wasn't addicted, he didn't depend on it all the time or get sick without it. He just needed a relief every now and again that alcohol couldn't provide.
March 14th, 2016 at 03:42am