❛❛under all that fucking inked skin, i still see right through you.❜❜
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On her 21st birthday, Jelani Elias River decides to get a tattoo. She's encountered him before and assummed that they'd never see one anoth...
Explicit details of substance abuse, sexual assault.
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X A V I E R
"I wanna get high with you," Jelani jumped excitedly. "That doesn't sound like a -"
"Don't be a pussy," Jelani smiled. "I'm not getting high," he reiterated. The words hesitated to escape his mouth.
I can't get high. I won't relapse. She doesn't know...still...Xavier's mind ran with the thoughts like these ones.
"Xavvy, don't be upset with me," She pouted. "I can't -"
"Okay. Chill," She muttered. "What's wrong?" She asked. Excuses he had used before would aim him into leading Jelani into yet another spiral of lies.
"My stepfather died overdosing," He said, "I don't want a life like that," He lied. I already have that life.
"Baby...it isn't like I wanted us to become junkies or whatever. I just wanted us to relax, you know?" She said, stroking his thigh.
How long could this lie keep up?
In fact, Xavier had contemplated telling her about his addiction. It wasn't the right time perhaps.
"I've uhm, Jerry has like...weed in my cabinet. He's just super extra," He snorted. "Okay, then. Have you ever smoked weed before?" she smirked.
God, he hated how excited she was about this.
"Yes, in college," He lied. He then looked at her face - defined by distress and excitement at the same time.
So when he assisted her with rolling a blunt (mastering it because he could), lighting it even though he didn't want to - inhaling it's poisonous odor while his girlfriend cheered him up in the background.
