i will let you down, i will make you hurt.

"Where the fuck is it?" Kristen mumbled to herself, digging through her duffle bag. She finally fished out a pill bottle and read the label to make sure it was the right one. Kristen Andrews. Percocet, 2.5 mg. Take one or two tablets every six hours as needed for pain. With a rush of relief, Kristen twisted the top off the bottle and spilled two tablets into her palm. When she'd first had her surgery, it had taken quite a bit of persuasion from her doctor for Kristen to take the pain medication, because she'd been worried that she might become addicted. But warnings of the pain that came along with her surgery finally scared Kristen into accepting the medication. And now, nearly three months later, with her stitches removed and the surgery barely a memory, Kristen still sought out the comfort of the small pink pills.

She wasn't addicted. She didn't feel like she needed the medication to function. She was just scared that the pain, which several times had kept her awake in tears, would come back if she stopped taking the percocet. Kristen popped the pills into her mouth, not even bothering with water, and tossed the bottle back into her bag.

---

"Another shot, then?" Matt nodded at Jimmy's suggestion, eagerly taking the shot glass when the older man slid it towards him. He didn't know what was in it, but he could tell by the smell that it was strong. But Matt didn't really care. He'd been drinking for so long that nothing was really that strong to him any more. He waited until everyone had a glass before holding his out to the center, waiting for everyone to clink glasses before he tipped his head back and swallowed the shot. Matt guessed by the taste that it was honey whiskey, and he wasn't sure whether it was sad or amazing that he could tell based on taste alone.

Matt never had a better time than he did hanging out with his friends, drinking and having fun. Occasionally they would experiment with heavier things, but overall, Matt preferred alcohol. It was cheaper, easier to get, and not to mention, more legal than anything else they did. He usually had at least a few drinks a day, but he didn't think he was an alcoholic. Alcoholics stayed drunk all the time and were abusive. Matt had as many sober moments as drunk ones and he'd never laid a hand on his girlfriend Abigail. He just liked to drink, that was all.

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"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.

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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.

Kristen waited until she started to feel the buzz from her percocet before she snatched up her phone and called for a cab. Everyone was already waiting for her at the bar and she was sure they were wondering where she was. Nobody knew Kristen still took her medication and she liked it that way; she was sure everyone would think she had a problem if they knew. She headed downstairs to the lobby and left the hotel, only having to wait a few minutes for the cab to arrive. She was starting to wish she'd brought along the pills, because lately the buzz and subsequent high she received from the percocet was fading more and more quickly.

Kristen thanked the cabbie and paid him before heading towards the bar. As she approached the door, she thought she heard voices coming from the alleyway nearby. She headed in that direction, her eyes growing wide when she Zacky and Brian standing in the alleyway, both with needles in their hands. Kristen walked over just as Brian was stashing them away inside his jacket. "What the hell are you guys doing out here?" she asked.

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Matt looked over when Abigail walked off, obviously heading for the girls' room. She spent so much time in the bathroom no matter where they went and Matt didn't understand what she could possibly be doing in there. Surely she wasn't putting on more makeup. Matt always told her she was beautiful the way she was and he never noticed a change in her appearance. But then again, he was usually too drunk to tell.

"So more shots?" Matt suggested to Jimmy and Johnny, since they were the only two left besides him at the table.

The other two exchanged weary glances. "I dunno Matt, you've already had a lot to drink..." Jimmy said.

Matt slammed his hands on the table, rattling the glasses. "I think I can decide for myself when I've had enough!" he shouted. Screw them. If he wanted another drink, he'd have one. He slowly got to his feet and walked over to the bar, calling out to the bartender to bring him three more shots. Screw Jimmy and Johnny, he knew when he'd had enough. He was still conscious, so he definitely hadn't had enough yet.

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Abigail got close to the table when she heard Matt slamming his hands on the table, then storming off. She sat down at the table, confused but enjoying her high.

"What happened?" She asked, looking at Matts back as he leaned against the bar.
She knew he got angry when he drank, but nothing like this. She could tell something was different.
"No clue," Johnny said sipping on his beer, not taking his eyes off his phone.
She looked at Jimmy. He just sighed, shaking his head before getting up and walking off.

Abigail huffed, knowing her high was about to be lost. She stood up and walked over to Matt, placing her hand on his lower back. She stepped to his side and looked at him.
"Babe, what's the matter?" She asked, searching his face for an answer, only to find it red and fuming.

---

Zacky's head shot up when he heard Kristen's voice. He looked frantically at Brian, who just grabbed our needles. He nonchalantly put them away, putting the case into his jacket.

"He was helping me, my veins are getting sparse, I needed an extra hand finding one," he said with a smirk.
Brian just walked off like nothing happened, leaving Zacky with his high. He shook his head, hoping that would help. He pulled out a smoke and lit it, never saying a word to Kristen. He was scared that if he talked, she would find out he was high. He couldn't look her in the eyes, knowing that if she found out he would lose her.

"You look wonderful hun," he finally said, holding his free hand out to her, spinning her around so he could get a better look at her.

Kristen wasn't quite sure if she believed Brian, but she decided not to say anything else about it. She smiled and giggled as Zacky spun her around, leaning forward onto his chest when she was facing him again. "I'm sure I don't, though," Kristen said softly, looking up at Zacky's face. She noticed that he wouldn't look at her and she frowned. There was definitely something going on with him and with the headache she had forming, she wasn't in the mood to deal with it. Kristen reached for Zacky's hand. "You wanna go inside?" she suggested. "I could use a drink."

Once they were inside the bar, Kristen sent Zacky off to the bar to get their drinks before going over to the table with everyone else. She immediately noticed that Brian was obviously high. An idea was forming in her mind, one she couldn't believe she was even having. But her head was starting to pound and she was aching for something to make it go away. But she'd left her percocet at the hotel and besides, that just wasn't cutting it anymore. Kristen sat down next to Brian and leaned in close. "I know you've got heroin on you," she whispered. She swallowed hard, hardly believing what she was about to say. "And uh, I...I want some."

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Matt looked over at Abigail when she stepped up beside him, her hand on his back. "It's nothing," he mumbled. He didn't say anything to the bartender when he placed the shots in front of him, just pounded them back in quick succession. There was hardly a burn to the liquor anymore. He was still so angry, more angry than he could ever remember being, and all he wanted was more alcohol. He ordered a few more shots, ignoring the look he was receiving from the bartender, before looking back over at Abigail. He couldn't help but notice that her pupils were a little dilated and he furrowed his brows.

"You um, your eyes...they're a little, uh, dilated," Matt managed to spit out. He thought it might just be because he was drunk, but it had caught his attention and now he had to ask about it. However, he was distracted from Abigail when the bartender slid him his shots. He quickly took one, reaching for another before he spoke again. "You should...have a drink with me. Jimmy and Johnny are...being lame."

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Abigail was speechless when Matt asked about her eyes, she quickly spat out "it's from the pain pills Kristen gave me." He bought it.

"I don't think you should be drinking anymore Matt, you can barely form a sentence," She said, running her hand up and down his back.
She knew this was a risky move, everyone knows you don't tell him to stop drinking. But she couldn't help but say it after he took 6 shots, downing them like they were water.

After Matt glared at her she sighed, "How about we continue this at the room? We have plenty of booze there." Knowing that he was on the brink of passing out, she didn't want to drag him to the room like she has done almost every time he drank.
She was starting to think that he has a problem, but who was she to say that? She couldn't go more than 30 minutes without craving another line.

---

Brian chuckled at Kristen's question. "I don't think you are ready to hang with the big boys love," he said, patting her knee before turning back to Jimmy. He knew she had never done it before, and he planned on keeping his balls. If Zacky found out, they would be in a jar for the world to see.

Zacky walked backed over with their drinks, setting Kristen's down in front of her, before kissing her cheek and sitting down next to her. He noticed she was shooting daggers at the back of Brian's head.
"Hey, what's the matter?" He asked, cupping her chin and turning her head towards him. He looked into her eyes, not caring if she knew he was fucked up.

He could tell she wasn't feeling well, and after she downed her Jack and Coke in one chug, he knew he was right. He knew she was still in pain from the surgery. Sometimes she would be up all night crying because she was in so much pain. He wished there was something he could do to help.

Kristen sighed, wrapping her hands around her empty glass. "I'm fine," she told Zacky. She was just irritated that Brian had told her no and her head was still pounding. "I just don't think my percocet is working so well anymore. I think I need something stronger, but the doctor won't prescribe me anything else." She hadn't actually asked the doctor for anything else, since she really wasn't in all that much pain anymore. But Kristen just thought that maybe she could gain a little sympathy from Zacky and he could help her get what Brian was witholding from her.

In the meantime, she needed another drink. Maybe alcohol could help calm the shaking that had started in her hands. God, I need my pills. Kristen got to her feet. "I'm gonna go get another drink, I'll be right back, okay?" she mumbled to Zacky. She snatched up her empty glass and walked over to the bar.

---

Matt looked over at Abigail, mulling over her idea. Drinking in his room, even with Abigail, made him feel like he actually might be an alcoholic. But he was still pissed at Jimmy and Johnny and decided he'd rather not be around them anymore, so he nodded at Abigail. He downed his final shot and pushed away from the bar, following Abigail outside. As they waited for a cab, he pulled out his pack of cigarettes and lit one up, leaning heavily against the wall of the bar as he filled his lungs with nicotine.

In the can he slumped over against the window, feeling everything starting to catch up to him now that he'd taken a break from drinking. It took quite a bit to get him drunk these days, so he knew he'd had a lot. But he didn't really get hungover anymore, since his body had long since gotten used to processing so much alcohol.

Abigail watched as Matt looked out the window of the cab, she felt bad. He was obviously upset and wouldn't tell her why.
She started to think that maybe, just maybe, she should tell Matt about her issue. She felt like she was the cause of all this tension between them. After all, she had been lying to him for awhile now.
She sighed and scooted closer to him. Linking their fingers together, she laid her head on his shoulder and looked out the front window.

Once they got to the hotel, she had to carry Matt the whole way to the room. Once she got to the room, she sat him next to the door before digging through her clutch to find the key card for the door.
As she pulled it out, her baggie went flying, landing next to Matt.
Shit she cursed to herself. She bent down to grab it, but Matt was faster. She stood back up and looked at him, horrified.

---

Zacky frowned as he listened to Kristen say she's been in pain. He didn't understand why a doctor wouldn't prescribe her anymore if she was in that much pain.
He nodded at her when she got up before taking her seat.

"Brian," he said, pulling him away from the conversation he was having with Jimmy.
"You think you can hook Kristen up? I think it might help with her pain, at least until I can get her stronger pills."
Brian chuckled, "Like I told her, I don't think she can handle it. It's strong shit, you know that. Even a little bit would knock her on her ass."

'Like I told her' What the fuck? She asked Brian already?
Zacky nodded, remembering the first time he did it.
"How about back at the hotel? Come on man, she needs it," Zacky pleaded. He needed to help her, and with his state of mind, this seemed to be the only way.
Brian sighed, "I'll stop by your room." He said finishing his beer before getting up.

Zacky smiled, knowing she would be pain free. He felt a hand on his shoulder, looking up he saw it was Kristen, he smiled even wider and pulled her onto his lap.
"I have a suprise for you," he whispered in her ear as he ran his hand up and down her leg.

Kristen grinned. "What kind of surprise, hmm?" she asked. She reached for her drink and brought it up to her lips, taking a large sip. This would probably be her last one, since it was getting late and everyone else wold probably want to leave soon. Matt and Abigail had already left, presumably going to the hotel so Matt could sleep off yet another bender. "I think I'm gonna be ready to go soon," Kristen whispered to Zacky, reaching down to rub his knee.

She finished off her drink and laid her head over on Zacky's, letting out a sigh. She couldn't wait to get back to the room so she could pop a few more pills. Maybe if she took three this time the buzz would last longer and she'd be able to fall asleep before her head started to hurt again. She just had to wait until Zacky finished talking to Jimmy and Johnny before they could leave.

---

Matt raised an eyebrow, carefully bending down to pick up the small baggie that had fallen out of Abigail's clutch. He looked at it for a few seconds, but in his drunken state he couldn't gather anything about it other than that it was powder. And judging by the look on Abigail's face, she didn't particularly want him to have it, so he shoved it back at her, leaning on the wall as he wobbled. "Here, thought...you might want...this back," he slurred.

Matt waited for Abigail to unlock the room before he headed inside, going straight for the little mini-bar. He opened it and surveyed what was inside before selecting a small bottle of rum. It was basically like a shot to him, but it was probably pretty strong, so he'd take it. He twisted the cap off and tipped his head back, quickly downing the small bottle of rum. "Oh, m'sorry," he mumbled to Abigail. He pulled out another bottle and held it out to her. "Want one?"

Abigail let out the breath she was holding when Matt handed it back to her, saying nothing about it. She quickly shoved it back into her clutch before opening the room.

She shook her head when Matt offered one and went into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. She set her clutch by the sink and leaned against the counter. She took a few deep breaths, before digging out her coke.
Matt saw it, but he didn't say anything. Calm down. It's not like he will remember it. she told herself.
She formed a fat line, rolled up a dollar bill and took it all in one snort.

After cleaning up, she walked back into the room and found Matt shirtless chugging another bottle of Rum. She bit her lip as she looked him over from head to toe. She couldn't believe how lucky she was, to have this man, every night and day.

---

"I can't tell you, or else it won't be a suprise," Zacky said, kissing her lips as she started to rub his knee. He had to bite back a moan as she did so.

"We are gonna head out, you guys ready?" Zacky asked after his conversation with Jimmy, gently nudging Kristen off his lap.
Everyone agreed and started collecting their things. He linked his fingers with hers before heading out the door. As they waited for the cab, he started to get tired. It hit him like a brick wall. He had to force himself to stand, wobbling a bit.

Brian followed Zacky and Kristen to their room. Once they entered, Zacky sat Kristen down on the bed.
"Um, I know you asked Brian for some Heroin. So um... he is going to give you some. Just a little, okay?" He said nervously. Brian was already over by the small computer desk, getting it ready.
"Uh, if you want I can do it for you? Just so, ya know, it doesn't hurt as bad." He said, not wanting her to figure out that he has done it before.

Kristen just nodded. Zacky must have talked to Brian about it when she was at the bar, because he hadn't wanted to give her any before. She looked over at Brian, watching as he put a bit if powder into a spoon and then lit a lighter underneath it. Kristen was a little nervous about doing this, but she just wanted her head to stop hurting. And Brian did heroin regularly and nothing seemed to be wrong with him. So what could it hurt?

Kristen took a deep breath when Brian walked over with a capped needle. He handed Zacky a tourniquet, which he wrapped around the top of Kristen's left arm. He tapped her arm a few times and then uncapped the needle. Kristen squeezed her eyes shut as he injected her, jumping at the slight sting of the needle. She reached over and removed the tourniquet as one of the boys desposed of the needle and then waited. She only had to wait a few seconds before it hit her, a wave of warmth that had her feeling euphoric.

---

Matt didn't look over when he heard Abigail go into the bathroom, he just kept grabbing bottles from the mini-bar, tossing them back like water. He could feel himself steadily losing consciousness, but he wasn't going to stop until everything went black. That's how he usually did it, and he didn't see any reason he should change his routine just because he was on tour.

Matt turned around when Abigail came back into the room, noticing that her eyes seemed to be dilated again. But she said it was from Kristen's pain pills and Matt believed her. Why would she lie? "You sure...you don't...want...any?" Matt mumbled, looking over at her. He smiled drunkenly at her. She really was so beautiful and Matt couldn't believe she put up with him.

"Okay, but only if you come watch TV with me." She knew she had to get him into bed, he was on the brink of passing out. She has seen this happen more times than she would've liked. Her heart hurt for him, knowing he would never listen to her if she ever brought it up. But would she if the tables were turned?

She walked over to her bag pulling out cotton shorts and a tank top.
She stripped down to nothing, smirking as she saw Matt stare at her. She shook her head and pulled on her shorts and tank top. After climbing into bed she turned the TV on in hopes that something decent would be on at this hour.

"Thanks babe." She said as Matt handed her two coconut rum bottles. She patted the bed beside her, smirking at Matt.

---

"Are you okay?" Zacky asked, as he put the tourniquet around her arm. His hands shook as he lowered the needle to her arm.
"Shit, sorry babe." He said when she flinched from the needle. He pushed the golden liquid into her vein as he handed the needle back to Brian.

He watched as her face relaxed, she sighed and giggled before flopping back on the bed.
"Kristen, you okay?" Zacky said standing up. He looked at Brian, who just laughed and walked back over to the desk.

"Want some too? I'm gonna go crash soon." Brian said, filling his own needle up. Zacky sighed.
"Uh, sure." He didn't want to, in case something happened to Kristen, but he wanted to be where she was. He loved the rush. He loved the feeling of floating and falling at the same time.

Kristen could hear the boys moving around the hotel room. She slowly sat up and looked over at them, watching as Brian made up two more needles. She furrowed her brow. Why would Brian need two? She wasn't an expert on heroin by any means, but she was sure that was too much for one person at one time. She got to her feet and walked over to them, quickly noticing how everything appeared to be moving in slow motion. She almost felt like she was in a dream, a really good dream where she didn't have a care in the world. Fuck, I like this shit.

Kristen leaned over on Zacky, her mind so fuzzy that it took her a minute to spot the tourniquet wrapped around his upper arm. Her eyes widened. No wonder Zacky had been able to get Brian to give her some heroin. He was using, too. How long had he been hiding this from her? She wanted to be angry, but right now she couldn't be bothered to give a shit. She looked over at Zacky, smiling lightly. "Hey, we're gonna get high together," she commented, giggling.

---

Matt stumbled over to the bed, barely even bothering to crawl under the covers. He handed Abigail two small bottles of coconut rum. For himself he had a few bottles of whiskey, what kind he didn't know or care. He twisted the top off of one and brought it to his lips, attempting to take a drink. But he missed, spilling the whiskey down his chest and onto the bed. "Dammit!" he cursed. He sat up in bed, using the sheets to try and wipe away the spilled alcohol. "Fuck this." He tossed the open bottle, still half full of whiskey, across the room.

Matt did the same with the other two bottles, deciding he'd had enough for tonight. If he was going to be wasting alcohol, he just needed to go to bed. He shifted so that he was laying down, moving over close to Abigail. "Night," he mumbled to her. "Love you."

Abigail closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead when Matt threw the small bottle of whiskey across the room.
Just another day in the life she thought before opening her eyes. She saw Matt moved closer and couldn't help but kiss his cheek. "I love you too." She said before she heard soft snores coming from him.

She got up from the bed, starting her nightly routine. She cleaned up the mess Matt made before turning off the lights, the tv being the only light. Next she took his shoes and socks off, placing them neatly next to the front door. Rolling Matt over, she was able to yank his jeans off, folding them neatly and placing them on his duffle bag. She pulled the blanket over him before she let out a long sigh.

One last look around the room, and everything was in its place, she climbed into bed. She snuggled into Matt while she watched tv, waiting for sleep to come over her.

---

Zacky chuckled a little at her comment.
"Yeah, I guess so." He said, placing a soft kiss on her lips before slipping the needle into his vein, emptying the gold liquid into his blood.
He ripped the band off his arm and felt the rush take over him. He shakily handed the needle back to Brian before turning to Kristen.

He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against hers, taking a deep breath. He felt his body sway a bit before he hit the floor. He just moaned and looked up at the ceiling.
He looked over and saw her doing the same thing. He couldn't help but slip his fingers into her hair, slowly rubbing her scalp. It felt amazing on his finger tips, he wondering how it would feel to have it done.

"Uh, bye" Zacky heard Brian say before he heard the door close, never once moving from her side.

Kristen closed her eyes, letting out a soft sigh as Zacky worked his fingers through her hair. She always liked having her hair played with and now, when she was soaring, it was borderline orgasmic. She heard Brian leave, and she could tell by the tone of his voice that he was a little weirded out by what they were doing. But Kristen didn't understand why. It's not like they were having sex right in front of him or anything. They were just enjoying their high together.

"Man, I need to change clothes," Kristen said suddenly. "Something more comfortable." Still feeling like like she was moving in slow motion, Kristen went over to her bag and started ruffling through her clothes. She finally found a tank top and a pair of sleep pants and stripped down to her underwear before slipping them on. She went back over go Zacky and wrapped her arms around his waist. "So what do you usually do when you're high?" she asked.

---

Matt let out a groan when the sunlight filtering through the blinds hit him in the eyes. He rubbed his hands over his face and threw the covers off of himself. He went into the bathroom and pissed befire going back out into the room. His head hurt just slightly, a walk in the park to how he used to feel when he first started drinking. He went to the mini-bar, this time pulling out a small water bottle and then went to find Abigail's clutch, since he knew she always kept aspirin in there first him.

As he was digging around inside the clutch, Matt found a small baggie with fine white powder inside. He made a face. What the hell was this? It sure wasn't aspirin. He opened it and dipped his finger inside, bringing it up to his nose to smell. The instant the powder touched the inside of his nose, Matt felt an intense burning. "Holy shit, what the fuck is this shit?" he hissed, rubbing his nose.

Abigail groaned as she heard Matts voice, she rubbed her eyes and stretched before rolling over to see Matt holding her bag of coke in one hand and rubbing his nose frantically with the other.
"What are you doing?" She asked, sitting up. Her heart started to beat faster as he turned around to look at her.
She went over her options in her mind. Tell him she used it daily, which would for sure set him off on another binder. Or just play dumb and keep lying.
"It's too early for this shit" she thought as she rubbed her forehead.

---

Zacky followed Kristen's lead and stripped down to his boxers, leaving his clothes in a pile by his bag.
"Uh, well, nothing really. I try and hide it from you. Which I'm so sorry for babe," he said as she wrapped her arms around him. "Then I get tired and pass out when I can. Which is why after shows sometimes, I crash hard on the bus."
He kissed the top of her head, then rested his cheek on it. He loved her, and he was happy this was out in the open now. It felt like a huge weight had been lifted.

But suddenly, it landed right back. What if she wanted to keep doing it? He couldn't let her. He didn't want her to end up like Brian. Everyone has seen Brian when he didn't have any, the shakes, cold sweats, throwing up. They had to find some cheap shit just to get him okay to play the show that night.
He couldn't let that happen to her. He wouldn't.

Kristen started to panic just a little. She'd never crashed from the percocet but she was sure she'd crash from the heroin. And she'd seen Brian when he was coming down, it was awful. She'd just have to get a little more when she started to crash really bad. She wanted to do this again anyway. She loved the warm feeling the heroin brought her. It was like she was laying under one of those electric blankets, where her troubles couldn't reach her.

"We can get some more, can't we?" Kristen asked, looking up at Zacky. She pushed out her bottom lip, knowing that this and her puppy dog eyes usually always worked on Zacky. "I-I don't wanna crash and I like this, Zack. I feel so warm and my head doesn't hurt and I'm not scared of being in pain anymore."

---

Matt turned around to face Abigail with the bag in his hand. "I was looking in your clutch for some aspirin and I found this bag of whatever the fuck this is. It burns like shit, Abigail, what is it?" He studied her face, seeing if he could tell if she knew what it was. But his head was still hurting and her face was unreadable at the moment.

"Just tell me Abbi, I'm not gonna be mad," he assured her. "I mean shit, you don't get mad when I drink myself stupid every night." This was starting to stress Matt out and he wanted a drink already, never mind the fact that it was like ten in the morning.

"But that's different Matt," She said pushing the blankets off her legs. She rubbed her eyes a bit before looking up at Matt.
"It's coke. I've been doing it for 3 months now. Everyday, all day." It felt good getting it out in the open. But now that she said it outloud, she knew she as addicted. Matt would too.

She got up and walked over to Matt, searching through her clutch. She handed him the bottle of aspirin and grabbed the coke. She debated on doing it in front of him, now that he knew. But she didn't feel comfortable doing that. She made her way into the bathroom, leaving the door open, and formed her line.

---

Zacky sighed and shook his head.
"You just know how to pull my strings huh?" He said, kissing her lips softly.
"I don't know babe... I'll find some stronger pills for you, but this stuff isn't to mess around with." He said pulling away from her slightly and running his hands down his face.

"You won't crash too bad babe, I promise. He only gave you half of what I take. I don't want you to be in pain either, but I can't let you get hooked. I just can't let that happen." He said, grabbing the sides of her face, giving her a long and passionate kiss.
"Come on, let's lay down." he said guiding her to the bed and pulled the covers over her. He turned off all the lights before joining her. He flicked the tv on and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her to his chest.

Kristen frowned. She didn't want stronger pills, because pain wasn't the issue anymore. And besides, percocet was one of the strongest narcotics on the market. Well, one of the strongest legal narcotics. But if Zacky didn't want to get her any more heroin, Kristen was sure she could find a way to get some on her own. She could always ask Brian to give her some, or ask him to tell her where he got his. Or she could could ask around. It wouldn't that hard, right?

Kristen cuddled up to Zacky's chest, feeling the warmth from him and the heroin wash over her in waves. It was so comforting and it was making her tired. She wished Zacky wasn't so against her doing heroin again, because she really liked getting high with him and then just cuddling.

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Matt watched as Abigail snatched her bag of cocaine and went into the bathroom. He knew what she was doing in there. It was a lot for himto take in, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't worried about her. Cocaine was a dangerous drug. What of she overdosed? He didn't want to lose her. But he couldn't really say anything. He drank himself to near comatose almost every night and that was just as dangerous as what she was doing.

After popping a few aspirin into his mouth, Matt went over the mini-bar and opened it, surveying what was inside. That had a small show that night so he couldn't get too drunk, but it wouldn't hurt if he had a few bottles. Of Brian and Zacky could do the show strung out on heroin then he sure as hell could do it a little tipsy. Matt finally decided on some honey whiskey and grabbed a few bottles before going back over to lay on the bed.