𝐬𝐮𝗺𝗺𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐭 | 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝
After coming home one night from sneaking out to a party, seventeen year old Sabrina finds her mother, father, and sister dead. While FBI agent David Rossi investigates this case, he cracks it a...
WARNING: This chapter contains -drug use -violence -needles (tattoos) *I am in no way romanticizing and/or condoning domestic abuse. please read the A/N at the end of the chapter.*
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2001 ↳14 Years Ago
The air was cold and crisp against Sabrina's skin as she walked down the dark streets of Virginia on a busy Saturday night. Sabrina's auburn hair was tied loosely in a bun at the nape of her neck, and she anxiously pulled on the strands that fell from it.
It had been two years since the tragic killing of Sabrina's family, yet her nightmares had only gotten worse as each night passed. The only way her mind would allow peace from the disastrous images was the angel dust she forced herself to inhale.
She finally walked up to the small tattoo shop she'd been looking for, her pale fingers wrapping around the cold, hard metal door handle.
"There she is!" Paul, the tattoo artist, hollered from across the shop. He was bent over a client, the sound of his needle being brushed on flesh ringing through the small space. "We were wondering when you'd show up, Teenage Witch."
Sabrina laughed and slumped into the beat up leather chair across from him in the waiting room, pulling out a tiny zip lock baggie. She stuck her pinky finger into the dust, her long nail scooping out the small amount that was left. She quickly brought it to her nose, leaning back as she sighed with contempt; her body was no longer cold from the outside air, now vibrating with warmth as her mind became fuzzy.
There were a few others in the lobby, hanging out and talking amongst each other as they normally did at this time of night. Paul did under the table tattooing, as well as under the table illegal activities that catered to Sabrina's newfound habit.
The bell chime over the door caught Sabrina's attention as she pushed the baggie back into her pocket, her eyes falling on the tall, handsome man that never seemed to hold any interest in her walking into the shop.
He gave a short glance towards Sabrina's direction as if he'd known she was staring. Her cheeks burned and her heartbeat picked up a little as she watched him, chewing on the inside of her lip, wondering what he would be getting today. He came in every so often, getting a new tattoo almost as if he'd die without it.
