Addicted

CHAPTER 5

It was dark out, the time of night where it can be dangerous. Where criminals roam the streets, where mothers keep their children inside to sleep under protecting blankets, to keep away from the evils of the outside world. Night is the time where parties begin, where teenagers go wild. This is the time for the drinking and drugs and sex. Harry was out at a club with his band mates Louis and Niall, I now know the difference between Liam and Louis, they were probably getting wasted. As for me, I was just walking outside in the dark; $500 in cash and the new iPhone Harry bought for me in my coat pocket. I discarded the old phone I used to have throughout high school, knowing that the police would try locating me through my old number. It was cold out, my fingers beginning to numb in my pockets. I wasn’t wearing actual pants, just black leggings along with a pair of grey uggs that belonged to Harry's stylist Lou Teasdale. I liked Lou, she was funny, and her daughter was cute. The darkness of the night made it hard to see clearly, I was searching for my dealer. Yeah, even though Harry didn't really care about my smoking, he told me not to go out to buy more. 'You're just wasting money, and I'm not gonna lend you any if you're just gonna buy it to get high, you're not staying with me forever, you know,' Harry's words floated in my brain. But I’m a rebel. I was still looking for him when I felt someone tightly grip my arm from behind. I was about to turn and see who it was when, before I even could, felt a sudden blow on my jaw, and I collapsed to the hard ground. Shakily, I looked up only to see a strong man I didn't recognize hovering over me. I could feel my cheek swelling up, there's definitely going to be a bruise forming soon. "What do you want?" I asked, trying to remain calm and appear tougher than I am. Suddenly and swiftly, he pulled a handgun from his coat pocket, pointing it me; I knew he could now sense my fear. "Just give me your money, and nobody gets hurt," he said, his thrilling deep voice sending chills throughout my body. I could smell alcohol in his breath. I didn't know what to do, I need the money, it's all I have left! But then again, I can't get shot! Without even thinking clearly, I reached into my pocket, throwing the wad of money towards him in frustration. Sometimes, I just hate people! I hate them! Someone can ruin and destroy somebody's life in a second, and I just hated that. This world is a shitty place. I restrained from cussing at him, 'he has a damn gun Brit,' I told myself. He grabbed the money, and stared me in the eyes as he slowly hid his gun again. I felt myself trembling and shaking, laying helpless and weak on the ground. He then swung his leg, kicking me in the stomach, hard, before finally taking off into the night. And here I was, just laying here in the dark. Hurt. Helpless. Harry-less. Alone.