Trouble. (A One Direction Fan Fic)

Chapter 2.

 C H A P T E R  2.)

I woke up with dark bags underneath my eyes.  That's the price I pay for the drugs. Cocaine, to be exact. I know what YOU think, but YOU don't know what I go through everyday. You don't understand my life. Once you do, you can judge. But I'm addicted to the stuff and maybe, just maybe it will kill be faster. I hope.

Today I have nothing planned until the night time. Like always. I walk the streets, get picked up, show them a 'good time', then repeat. That usually last until 2-3 in the morning. Call me dirty, I say its my way of surviving. But don't worry. I don't have any STDs. I never have gone that far. I'm ..you know...virgin. I'm a prostitute, you don't exactly think that when you hear that. I don't want to go into details though.

Today was just a regular day. I applied makeup and got in my sweats. I was going to head to starbucks so I could actually wake up. I was pretty much hungover.My high faded and I was now having a headach. Nothing that a frozen Caramel Mocha won't fix. It was my absolute favorite. It made my day better. Much better.

I stopped in front of the shop and casually walked into it. I was a regular considering that I practically came here every single day. I saw one of my few friends, Miranda, was working today. I smiled walking inside.  Lets just say, she was in the business with me. Minus her part time job at Starbucks. I thought I should get a job like that too, but then I would have to get up at ridiculous hours just to satisfy people's energy levels.  and I'm a lazy mother fucker.

"Hey, I'd like the usual." She looked up and smiled. She, unlike me, had short pitch black hair with a lip piercing and dark makeup. Well, the dark makeup was like me. Otherwise, we were opposite. Scott was her pimp too.

"AH, Nicole! I didn't expect you today." She said. I wouldn't blame her. It was about 2:30 and I am usually in at about noon. She looked me in my red eyes and her smile faded. "Nicole. Anything you would like to tell me?" She hated the  fact that I did drugs. She is about 24 years old, and pictures me as a little sister. "I thought you said you would ease off the crack. I don't want to find my baby girl dead!" She raised her voice at dead.

"Stop it. I'm legally an adult. I can do what I want. Now were is my drink." I don't want any drama this morning. I had enough last night.

"Please, just.. Don't do it every night. Every time you get  it, don't jump right in and smoke it all. It will leave you addicted. Oh, and here is your drink." I rolled my eyes. She shouldn't care. I'm not her child I can do what I want.

"Oh please, I remember when you had those days. You don't know a think, Miranda. I can do what I want. You don't like it? Don't be my friend. Can't change me. Sorry." I turned around and headed straight toward the exit.

"NICOLE." I stopped and looked back at my friend for one more time. "Please, just please be Safe. I don't want anything to happen to you. You're all I got." I saw some tears in her eyes. I hated hurting people. But she can't stop me.

"Like I said before, I do what I want. Accept it." It came out harsh, like I meant it to. I left Starbucks and slammed my car door. I'm pissed. I'm the reason for everyone's pain.

I drove, I drove fast and long. I needed to get away. I'll find a corner to walk there. I drove about 2 hours and 45 minutes to Wolverhampton, Western Midlands. Stupid? Yes. But I needed to get away. It was a pretty big town that no one knew me from. I parked my car as I found a park. I needed some fresh air. I was going crazy.

I slammed my car and took my phone and purse with me while I went for my walk. It was nice and refreshing. I went to look for my keys when I realized something, I left them in the car. Oh. My.Gosh. HOW COULD I BE SO STUPID?!