What's it going to take for her to remember who she truly is. She's blinded from reality. Until he walks in.
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Hello!! This is my newest story that I am working on. I'll be updating from time to time but just thought I'd post a small preview!
My adrenaline was running wild and all I wanted to do was feed into it. With a forceful inhale that shoots my head back I sniffle with the support of my index finger and thumb repeatedly clamping over my nostrils. I lower my head from its hinged position and my surroundings sink deeper into perspective and everything sounds muffled. I stumble to rest against the wall to my right and I roll onto my back, riding out my euphoria. I can feel the blood rushing to my head, the lights becoming more saturated, the vibration of the blasting music coursing through my veins and I feel good.
No, I feel more than just good.
I feel fucking amazing.
The intensified tunnel vision distorts Eva's figure as she repeats the same routine taking my previous spot hunched over the counter. Her blue hair whips up next to me to stare up at the fluorescent bathroom lights. With the four walls of the dimmed bathroom closing in on us, she tilts her head back down as I roll my head to meet her eyes in the mirror.
"You feel good bitch?" I ask the blood-shot blue eyes staring back at me.
"Hell yea babe" she replies with that familiar smirk of hers that lets me know she's up to no good. And I'm right behind her.
"Alright lets go" I grab her hand leading us back out to the chaos but not without swiping the small zip baggie on the counter and shoving it into my front pocket. Could never forget that.
I shove our way through the compact hallway that is humid with bodies practically suctioned to the wall dripping with sweat. The end of the hallway leads us to the open space of my living room that is encapsulated with smoke. Everyone's in their own conversations under the influence of something and everything while the blasting rock music almost shakes the whole place. Eva drops my hand as she runs over to drop down on the red couch next to the girls. I spot him on the opposite side where I left him. He's playing with the ice in his glass of whiskey just waiting. I grab a joint and lighter I had left on a side table and make my way over to the steps. He sees me the second I am in his line of vision. I had his undivided attention so I take each step almost tauntingly across the space until his head is craned to look up at me.
Shifting my weight, I dig my right knee into the cushion beside his thigh and swing my left leg around to have me perched on his lap. He shifted under me a little and I saw his chest rising heavily. Will he shy away? I raise the lighter to the end of my joint looking to the side so I wouldn't burn the single brown curl that fell on his forehead. I turned back, locking my eyes back on his as I raised the joint to my lips and I took as big of an inhale that I could take. Lowering my hand to land on the cushion by his head, I lean forward, nearly touching our noses. His eyes flickered back and forth between the both of mine unsure what to do. I had him just where I wanted.
"Open wide darling"
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