Read Online The Dopefiend by JaQuavis Coleman - Free Book Online
Authors: JaQuavis Coleman
Ads: Link
hundred for that for sure,â she said to herself as she began to scratch her arms as they felt like ants were crawling all over them. A sharp pain shot through her stomach once again, this time knocking her to her knees. Hazel began to cry as she balled into a fetal position in excruciating pain. Once the throbbing subsided, Hazel jumped up and went for the television. As she unplugged all of the cords, the only thing she could think about was shooting the dope into her veins and stopping the pain she was feeling. Using heroin was a full-time job. If a person doesnât have it in their system, their body will let them know and Hazel was feeling it full strength.
âSorry, Seven. Iâm so sorry,â she whispered as she unplugged the television, yanking the cords out of the socket. Seconds later, she struggled with the television and headed out the door on her way to the hood to sell Sevenâs property. Fuck a monkey; she had to get that gorilla off of her back. She was about to catch a cab over to Millieâs apartment to put her up on the stolen goods.
Â
Â
âStop playing, nigga. Damn! This mufucka go for about two thousand dollars at Sears,â Millie said as she tried to sell Sevenâs television to a hustler who sat in the dope house. Hazel stood behind the TV, letting Millie broker the deal.
âWell, this ainât no fuckinâ Sears, as you can see. You gonâ take it or leave it? Iâll give you two packs for that mufucka,â the hustler said as he eyed the television. Millie and Hazel had been trying to get the TV off for over an hour and both of them were already jonesinâ badly.
âMan, fuck it. Take that shit, Millie,â Hazel said as she gripped her stomach and shifted her weight from one foot to the other one. Hazel didnât care that she was trading a two-thousand-dollar TV for a hundred dollars worth of dope. She just wanted to get her fix so she could stop the excruciating pain in her stomach. She knew that she was seconds away from using the bathroom on herself but she wanted to see the deal through before rushing to the stool.
âYouâs a old bitch-ass nigga! You know this shit worth way more than what you offering,â Millie said as she snatched the two packs of dope off the table, which he had set there to entice them. As soon as Millie got the dope in her hand, they both dipped into the back room, which was one of the only remaining free rooms left in the crowded dope house. Using the bathroom was the last thing on Hazelâs mind as she anticipated shooting up.
âCome on!â Hazel demanded as she began to pull down her pants so that she could find a vein in the crease next to her vagina. She didnât want to use her arm, because she had used it the day before and she liked to switch it up so that she wouldnât overuse the same spots. Millie sat at the table and began to set up. She emptied the dope in a spoon and pulled out her syringe that was in her purse. She sucked the water from a bowl that was at the center of the table. Hazelâs eyes lit up as she thought about where she was about to go. Millie looked into Hazelâs eyes and saw no depth. Millie wanted so badly to tell Hazel to leave the drug alone, but she knew how it felt to have a monkey on your back. Millie wanted to cry every time she did drugs with Hazel, but the sad feeling always was trumped by the thought of the ecstasy that the drug provided. Millie help Hazel tighten the belt around her thigh and they both took the cold train to cloud nine.
Seven and Rah pulled up to the humungous house that sat on the lakefront in a small suburb just miles away from the Canadian bridge. The house sat back a couple of acres from the curb and was a spectacular sight to see. It was something that Seven was looking forward to having one day. As they pulled up the long driveway, two beautiful Asian women with long, flowing hair came out the front door,
âSorry, Seven. Iâm so sorry,â she whispered as she unplugged the television, yanking the cords out of the socket. Seconds later, she struggled with the television and headed out the door on her way to the hood to sell Sevenâs property. Fuck a monkey; she had to get that gorilla off of her back. She was about to catch a cab over to Millieâs apartment to put her up on the stolen goods.
Â
Â
âStop playing, nigga. Damn! This mufucka go for about two thousand dollars at Sears,â Millie said as she tried to sell Sevenâs television to a hustler who sat in the dope house. Hazel stood behind the TV, letting Millie broker the deal.
âWell, this ainât no fuckinâ Sears, as you can see. You gonâ take it or leave it? Iâll give you two packs for that mufucka,â the hustler said as he eyed the television. Millie and Hazel had been trying to get the TV off for over an hour and both of them were already jonesinâ badly.
âMan, fuck it. Take that shit, Millie,â Hazel said as she gripped her stomach and shifted her weight from one foot to the other one. Hazel didnât care that she was trading a two-thousand-dollar TV for a hundred dollars worth of dope. She just wanted to get her fix so she could stop the excruciating pain in her stomach. She knew that she was seconds away from using the bathroom on herself but she wanted to see the deal through before rushing to the stool.
âYouâs a old bitch-ass nigga! You know this shit worth way more than what you offering,â Millie said as she snatched the two packs of dope off the table, which he had set there to entice them. As soon as Millie got the dope in her hand, they both dipped into the back room, which was one of the only remaining free rooms left in the crowded dope house. Using the bathroom was the last thing on Hazelâs mind as she anticipated shooting up.
âCome on!â Hazel demanded as she began to pull down her pants so that she could find a vein in the crease next to her vagina. She didnât want to use her arm, because she had used it the day before and she liked to switch it up so that she wouldnât overuse the same spots. Millie sat at the table and began to set up. She emptied the dope in a spoon and pulled out her syringe that was in her purse. She sucked the water from a bowl that was at the center of the table. Hazelâs eyes lit up as she thought about where she was about to go. Millie looked into Hazelâs eyes and saw no depth. Millie wanted so badly to tell Hazel to leave the drug alone, but she knew how it felt to have a monkey on your back. Millie wanted to cry every time she did drugs with Hazel, but the sad feeling always was trumped by the thought of the ecstasy that the drug provided. Millie help Hazel tighten the belt around her thigh and they both took the cold train to cloud nine.
Seven and Rah pulled up to the humungous house that sat on the lakefront in a small suburb just miles away from the Canadian bridge. The house sat back a couple of acres from the curb and was a spectacular sight to see. It was something that Seven was looking forward to having one day. As they pulled up the long driveway, two beautiful Asian women with long, flowing hair came out the front door,
Similar Books
