Addicted to you

Fighting Back

2018

!! There will be mature themes in this story!! And I wanted to say that English isn't my original language. Enjoy!

The day began as every day begins. Johnny didn't enjoy the days like he usually did. Lucky for him he played in movies, so he couldn't think but only focus on his roles. He was now playing Grindelwald. So, he was in London again. He was the whole day on set. After the filming, he went to his hotel, which was the Corinthia Hotel. He went to his hotel room and undressed. He went to the douche and turned on the water and let it run until it was not too cold and not too hot. When he was done with showering, he got dressed.

In the night he went to a party with one of his friends. It was in a luxury apartment. You could hear the loud music. When they knocked, they needed to wait a moment before the door opened. The party was in full swing when they were there. Everywhere you looked you saw booze. Johnny looked around to see if he saw any acquaintances. He saw Marilyn Manson, so he went to him. Marilyn stood next to his other friends. ''Johnny, it is good to see you. Here, have a drink.'' Johnny couldn't see what the drink was, but he decided to drink it. The music was too loud, you could hardly hear people. People were dancing and singing (but it was more like screaming) and the lights were changing with colours.

They were talking, and someone was passing around shot glasses with liquor at some point. They all had one shot in their hands. They all clinked shot glasses and drank them. Suddenly Johnny enjoyed the party, it could be because of the alcohol, but he didn't care. Hours passed and it was midnight now. Then he saw her too, Amber. What did she do here, she was supposed to be in America? Johnny went back to the restrooms. Suddenly his whole mood turned upside down. Amber was not allowed to see him here. He could go home, but no, he had to do something to make him forget she was here. There were prostitutes at this party, some of them were walking by and some of them were dancing. Suddenly he knew what he was going to do.

He went to one of the ladies, grabbed her hand and went upstairs to one of the rooms. When they were there, she carefully slid the straps of her little black dress and curled up her pink lips in a seductive smile as she watched her image in the mirror. Before he could put her on the bed, she picked some pills. ''Do you want some too?'' she asked. Johnny nod. They lay down on the bed and started kissing. He could feel her long nails on his back. She opened his pants and lowered them. Johnny lay on top of her, and they moved at the same time. The only thing you could hear was the moans and puffs. ''Fuck.''

The next morning Johnny felt nauseous, tired and had a bad headache. He was so sick, only because he wanted to forget her. This wasn't the right thing to do, he couldn't always take drugs. He thought to himself that he had to find new love, but he would wait for that one to come to him by itself. He went to the bathroom and took a long shower. Lucky for him he didn't need to shoot today, so he could stay in bed. The rest of the day he was in his bed and did nothing.