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pic, but I was so zonked out of my mind on so much coke that night of course I don’t remember it. My eyes look half closed, glazed with redness and my face is flushed. What I read makes my stomach dip.
@lacrosse_leggs Hey baby! Long time no see. You miss me? I looked thru my phone and remembered the good times we had. Dancin. Grindin. So much fun. How about we—
I can’t finish the rest. I can’t bear to. What a fucking creep. My skin floods white-hot and my heart bangs from my chest. I can’t let him continue to do this to me. No one knows the truth. People think I’m the slut who had sex with that asshole. Only they don’t know what kind of monster he really is. I have to do something. I just don’t know what.
“Brynn. Brynn!” Tessa says snapping me from my daze. I jump slightly. I stuff my phone back in my pocket so she can’t see it.
“Yeah.”
“You okay? You didn’t hear me calling you?”
“Sorry I just zoned out.” My voice quavers. “I was looking at the dashboard for my Art History class.” She nods, knowing I’m telling a huge lie.
“I’m going to go take a little nap.”
Before I close the door behind me, Tessa begs me to go to her yoga class with her. She says I need to de-stress. Maybe she’s right.
***
I lie on top of my covers with my hands folded behind my head. Times like these are when I let things like an Instagram post get me so uptight and I run to pop a pill or do a bump. My left eye twitches as a slight reminder that all those traces of toxins still run through my blood. I take a few deep breaths and take a book about fighting drug addiction from under the mattress. I read halfway through chapter two and take a few more deep breaths. I slam the book down on my stomach.
Just a couple of pills won’t hurt, says the small voice inside my head. It grows louder and I feel that craving churning in my bones. I ball my fist up and bite my lip. Just one line won’t hurt. One line won’t make me overdose. I just got too crazy that day and had too much. One line every now and then is totally doable. I can make it work. It makes me feel soooo good. I can cope with the pain that way.
I reach for my phone and pull up Stephanie’s name from my contacts. She always has the good stuff. Even if she doesn’t, she can point me in the right direction.
My breaths are short and a trickle of sweat strikes down my spine. My thumb hovers over the send button. If I press that button, there’s no going back. It’s a one-way ticket back to hell. I’ve worked so hard to get back on the right track. I can’t put that trash back in my body. That’s what Connor wants. He want’s to see me weak. Vulnerable. Chase wouldn’t want this.
Ugh. Chase.
Fuck it. I need this. Especially after what happened yesterday. That asshole.
I push the send button. And after a half a ring, I realize I’ve bottomed out.
I quickly push end and throw my phone on the bed. If she calls back I’ll say I dialed by accident. I plop back on my pillow and breathe deeply, though jaggedly, feeling a bit victorious that I dodged that bullet.
Chapter 3
“I feel like complete shit,” I say to Tessa. We’re in her truck on our way to the yoga class that she’s been going to. I pretty much sulked under the sheets in bed all day after she dragged me out to go. I’ve never been into any of that hippie stuff, twisting and turning my limbs and all that crap about breathing from my belly. I figure I’d give it a shot, with my stress levels off the scales all the time. The book about addiction that I’ve been reading mentions meditating and freeing my thoughts. Only today, my thoughts are all of over the place.
“It’s a total bummer,” Tessa says. “I should’ve never mentioned it in the first place. I knew it would play out like this.”
“Then why didn’t you stop me?”
“Don’t blame it on me. You wanted to know. I told you to proceed with caution. You’re your own woman. Have you
@lacrosse_leggs Hey baby! Long time no see. You miss me? I looked thru my phone and remembered the good times we had. Dancin. Grindin. So much fun. How about we—
I can’t finish the rest. I can’t bear to. What a fucking creep. My skin floods white-hot and my heart bangs from my chest. I can’t let him continue to do this to me. No one knows the truth. People think I’m the slut who had sex with that asshole. Only they don’t know what kind of monster he really is. I have to do something. I just don’t know what.
“Brynn. Brynn!” Tessa says snapping me from my daze. I jump slightly. I stuff my phone back in my pocket so she can’t see it.
“Yeah.”
“You okay? You didn’t hear me calling you?”
“Sorry I just zoned out.” My voice quavers. “I was looking at the dashboard for my Art History class.” She nods, knowing I’m telling a huge lie.
“I’m going to go take a little nap.”
Before I close the door behind me, Tessa begs me to go to her yoga class with her. She says I need to de-stress. Maybe she’s right.
***
I lie on top of my covers with my hands folded behind my head. Times like these are when I let things like an Instagram post get me so uptight and I run to pop a pill or do a bump. My left eye twitches as a slight reminder that all those traces of toxins still run through my blood. I take a few deep breaths and take a book about fighting drug addiction from under the mattress. I read halfway through chapter two and take a few more deep breaths. I slam the book down on my stomach.
Just a couple of pills won’t hurt, says the small voice inside my head. It grows louder and I feel that craving churning in my bones. I ball my fist up and bite my lip. Just one line won’t hurt. One line won’t make me overdose. I just got too crazy that day and had too much. One line every now and then is totally doable. I can make it work. It makes me feel soooo good. I can cope with the pain that way.
I reach for my phone and pull up Stephanie’s name from my contacts. She always has the good stuff. Even if she doesn’t, she can point me in the right direction.
My breaths are short and a trickle of sweat strikes down my spine. My thumb hovers over the send button. If I press that button, there’s no going back. It’s a one-way ticket back to hell. I’ve worked so hard to get back on the right track. I can’t put that trash back in my body. That’s what Connor wants. He want’s to see me weak. Vulnerable. Chase wouldn’t want this.
Ugh. Chase.
Fuck it. I need this. Especially after what happened yesterday. That asshole.
I push the send button. And after a half a ring, I realize I’ve bottomed out.
I quickly push end and throw my phone on the bed. If she calls back I’ll say I dialed by accident. I plop back on my pillow and breathe deeply, though jaggedly, feeling a bit victorious that I dodged that bullet.
Chapter 3
“I feel like complete shit,” I say to Tessa. We’re in her truck on our way to the yoga class that she’s been going to. I pretty much sulked under the sheets in bed all day after she dragged me out to go. I’ve never been into any of that hippie stuff, twisting and turning my limbs and all that crap about breathing from my belly. I figure I’d give it a shot, with my stress levels off the scales all the time. The book about addiction that I’ve been reading mentions meditating and freeing my thoughts. Only today, my thoughts are all of over the place.
“It’s a total bummer,” Tessa says. “I should’ve never mentioned it in the first place. I knew it would play out like this.”
“Then why didn’t you stop me?”
“Don’t blame it on me. You wanted to know. I told you to proceed with caution. You’re your own woman. Have you
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