addicted to you [dnf fanfic]

mmm ayo~chp 7~

‼️(CW/TW): addictive substances , self harm,  f slur,etc.‼️

george and i got him late at night; our clothes were still damp once we got home but we changed into our pajamas immediately and went to sleep.

"mmm clay, wake up."

"huh, what is it george?" i responded as i ruffle my hair with my hand.

"it's like 12pm, we need to get ready."

"shut up georgie, just go back to sleep."

he rolled his eyes and slammed his head back on the pillow, i don't know why he was so eager to wake up. i drift back to sleep, still wondering what george was so worked up about.

3 hours later...

i finally wake up again; i stretch my arm to feel george's body, but he's not laying next to me. i jotted up, looking around everywhere to see if he's just out of bed. i see the door that is slightly open, i get out from under the sheets and open my bedroom door; i walk out to see him not in the living room or kitchen area. i check the bathroom, he's not there.

i go back to my room, and immediately grab my phone. a text from george. the text read..

'hey clay, sorry i had to leave. something came up.'

what the hell. "something came up". that's such a fucking lie, that mother fucker. why would he leave without waking me up. is he breaking up with me? does he hate me? did i do something? fuck. i probably did something. i start turning up the volume on my phone and start playing some music to drown out my thoughts. my leg starts shaking, i was so anxious about what george was thinking of me.

i bend down to grab the box under my bed; i lift the lid open and see some of the razor blades, box of cigarettes, and some cocaine. i slowly pick up the blade, my hand shaking a lot. i drag the blade across my wrist making a slightly straight line, the blood slowly dripping out. my eyes start to form tears, i wipe the droplets off my face; i'm trying not to cry. this is so selfish. i deserve this pain.

after a few minutes, i close up the box and push it back under my bed. i sit on my bed;my leg is shaking anxiously while i stare a the window. i try and resist not to call my old dealer. i slowly pick up my phone and press call on his contact.

ring ring ring.

'um hello?"

'clay, my favorite customer. what do you want? meth, cocaine, molly, weed, heroin?"

"i'd like uh heroin and fentanyl please."

"sheesh okay. do you want me to drop it off?"

"yes man, please just hurry up."

"clay you don't have to be such a dick. i'm literally what's keeping you alive. not your stupid boy toy; that fucking faggot." after hearing what he said about george, it kind of broke me. i know if i speak up he's just going to stop being my dealer. and i need him; i also needed george.

"just drop it off, please." i say, sighing. i hang up; my shoulders on my knees, my back crouched and my face in my hands... did he really just call george a faggot. what the hell. that son of a bitch.

after 10 minutes, he finally dropped it off. he usually waits at the door and says hello, but today he didn't.

'what the hell. why'd he give me so much of it.' mm, i try bot to think nothing of it. he usually just gives me a small bag. i go sit down on my couch and start lining up the drugs on my coffee table. i pop 2 of the fentanyl's but i hear a knock on the door.

knock knock knock

i sit up off the couch and walk towards the door. i twist the nob open and see george standing there.

"what the hell are you doing here." i question.

"i'm sorry for leaving you without notice."

"okay. i forgive you george. you can leave."

"stop being such an asshole clay."

"george, just leave."

"why?! i just want to spend time with my boyfriend."

"leave."

"why clay. are you doing fucking drugs again."

"just go back home georgie."

"you can't call me a nickname and just not answer the fucking question. are you doing drugs?" i try to just shut the door on him but he pushes my chest and walks into my apartment.

"clay, what the hell! when did you get these?" he tells firmly.

"tonight."

"you can't be mad at me for leaving when you're sitting here doing fucking drugs. you told me you would stop. i don't want to date a fucking drug addict."

i walk over to him and place my hand on his cheek. "oh baby, you are as addicted to me like i'm addicted to these fucking drugs." i smirk at him and rub my thumb on his bottom lip...

(a/n): sorry besties that i didn't update this story in a month😩 i will try to be more active for u hotties<3