Going Under

Carla was in heaven. No kids around, just her, Adam and the nice warm blanket that covered the two of them. She had not a care in the world, not with the heroin coursing through her veins.

"You know, I wish I could just say goodbye to that little brat sometimes..."

"Carla, he isn’t a little brat..." Adam kinda liked Nickolas. That was hard to show though, with the heroin.

"Yes he is, Adam. All he does is get in the way."

"That's not true...you just think that because you can't shoot up anywhere you want to..."

"Adam, I don’t want to talk about him. I want to think about you..." she pulled him in for a kiss, completely letting Nickolas out of her mind...

Little did she know what was to come with being with Adam...