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Make It out Alive
Girl With Golden Eyes
Spencer was wearing a college t-shirt and jeans, and I couldn't help think he looked much younger than me at his 25. I forced myself to remember that I was only four years older. We were walking around the mall, just enjoying the Christmas cheer. I felt warm from his leather jacket over mine, as well as the feel of warmth coming from inside. The holidays woke up even the saddest person into a world of happiness.
I swung our arms childishly and giggled. He chuckled, and I looked at our arms momentarily and noticed something on Spencer's arm. I held it in front of us. Immediately I felt the cheer drain.
We walked to the car in silence, and I drove to my house and killed the engine. I made no move to get out, and neither did he. I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles turning white.
"How long?" I asked, staring out the windshield and taking steadying breaths.
"Since I was kidnapped. Tobias gave it to me," he answered. I looked at him, and saw a mix of embarrassment and defensiveness in his eyes.
"What is it?"
"Dilaudid," he supplied. "It's the-"
"Medical equalization of heroin, I know. It's what my father used to subdue my mother when she fought against him. I was born addicted," I whispered, looking away from him. I knew the results of the drug too well, it had plagued my early childhood.
"Polly," he breathed, reaching a hand out to me, who he was trying to comfort, I didn't know.
I was unresponsive to his touch. "Spencer, you have to kick it."
"I know."
"I won't be with you if you keep doing it," I said, putting conviction behind my words.
"I need help," he admitted.
"Then I'll help you," I told him, putting a hand on his leg and smiling a gentle, comforting smile. "And if it comes to it, I'll find somewhere for you to go."
"Don't make me go to a rehab," he implored. "We had a case at one and I've never gotten over the terror of the idea."
I nodded. "No rehab, then. Unless it gets really serious," I instructed.
"Okay," he consented.
I swung our arms childishly and giggled. He chuckled, and I looked at our arms momentarily and noticed something on Spencer's arm. I held it in front of us. Immediately I felt the cheer drain.
We walked to the car in silence, and I drove to my house and killed the engine. I made no move to get out, and neither did he. I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles turning white.
"How long?" I asked, staring out the windshield and taking steadying breaths.
"Since I was kidnapped. Tobias gave it to me," he answered. I looked at him, and saw a mix of embarrassment and defensiveness in his eyes.
"What is it?"
"Dilaudid," he supplied. "It's the-"
"Medical equalization of heroin, I know. It's what my father used to subdue my mother when she fought against him. I was born addicted," I whispered, looking away from him. I knew the results of the drug too well, it had plagued my early childhood.
"Polly," he breathed, reaching a hand out to me, who he was trying to comfort, I didn't know.
I was unresponsive to his touch. "Spencer, you have to kick it."
"I know."
"I won't be with you if you keep doing it," I said, putting conviction behind my words.
"I need help," he admitted.
"Then I'll help you," I told him, putting a hand on his leg and smiling a gentle, comforting smile. "And if it comes to it, I'll find somewhere for you to go."
"Don't make me go to a rehab," he implored. "We had a case at one and I've never gotten over the terror of the idea."
I nodded. "No rehab, then. Unless it gets really serious," I instructed.
"Okay," he consented.
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Since you were all so darling about how short the last update was, here's another one!Comment with some input, my lovelies.
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I think you all know where this is in the series now, yes?