Dying to Breathe

9.6: good girls don't do drugs

A/N: Hey guys, finally back from my hiatus, thank you so much for your patience. And once again, I'm sorry about that! I'll post the rest of chapter nine within the week. Thanks for reading <3

Plz listen to the song Daddy Issues while reading :) 

Chapter 9, Part 6: Good Girls Don't Do Drugs

Penelope didn't know how long she was face down in the toilet for—her brains were practically blown out along with her insides by the time she flushed everything down the drain. Her brain certainly felt like it had been ripped from her head as she eased her head up from her arms.

So dizzy. So gross.

"At least most of the alcohol is out of your system." The familiar voice sighed, his hands guiding her to sit on the floor before releasing her messy hair from his grip and wiping her face with a warm cloth.

"God, my head." Penelope slurred, vowing to never drink again. "Did you really have to shove your fingers down my throat that far?" She whined.

He chuckled, "Yeah, I really did—not that it did much, your gag reflex is practically nonexistent. Which would be a compliment in any other context, but that was just fucking annoying."

She giggled despite herself, shaking her head as she felt a cold cloth press against her forehead. Opening her eyes, she found easily recognizable blue ones concentrating on carefully dabbing her face—getting rid of any residue products now smudged on her skin from the blurry night.

"I'm sorry if it hurt, though." Riley mumbled, crouching as he cleaned her up with precision and without a hint of judgement. "You were slipped something... mixing unknown drugs with alcohol can cause some seriously fucked up reactions." He frowned with a clenched jaw, making her squeeze her eyes shut at the thought—she knew it was a weird buzz. "I doubt it was for anything but to give you a hard time and to embarrass you—but that shit can do damage."

They fell into a silence as he wiped down her arms and hands—taking care to clean each one of her fingers. She opened her eyes again, watching him through the blurry lens of whatever drug circulated her system. She'd never been drugged before; she'd never even willingly taken drugs before. Besides an occasional puff of marijuana, she stayed clear of anything that made her head dizzy. Even alcohol she mostly sipped at socially.

She was the responsible one, after all. She had to have a clear head.

Giggling at the thought, she lifted a hand up—watching the distorted image with a smile spreading over her face. "Drugs are silly."

Riley snickered as he stood up and rinsed the facecloth out in the sink. Opening the cabinet, he knowingly pulled out an unopened toothbrush pack. "Come brush your teeth, little Ms. Future-Crackhead."

Bubbling laughter slipped out of her lips as she held a hand over her mouth. Everything he said was so funny. Holding a hand out for her, she grabbed for it, misjudging the distance with another laugh. Swooping to the side quickly, he reached her flailing hand and pulled her up to his chest.

"I've seen a lot of people on drugs, Lulu." He shook his head as he stepped back, passing her the awaiting toothbrush.

"None as pretty as me." She witfully smiled back, taking the prepared brush. She did alright at first, but she quickly resembled a rabid dog as she continuously miscalculated the distance to her teeth; making her crack up with belly tingling laughter as the mint from the toothpaste tickled her nose and stung her skin.