Like A Drug ✔️

Chapter 11

Author's Note
Even if this is edited and much better then the first version, its not the best because I had no energy to edit once I sat down to do it. But this is the best I could do.
I hope you are enjoying the story yet so far and please comment through because I love to read what is going on in your brain when you read what I've written!

{EDITED}
TW: Mention of drugs

Maddison Brooks

"You are such a lightweight, you shouldn't even drink." My best friend mumbled while one of his hands held my hair back when I leaned over the toilet seat, the other off his hands drawing circles on my upset stomach.

"Shut up." I grunted while he put a bottle of water to my lips forcing the water down my throat. "You and Max seemed like you guys are getting closer." I said to break the coming teaching about my decisions about wanting to have control over my numbness that no one knows about.

"What? No, no we haven't." Evan said with a little shade of pink touched his cheeks.
Nothing would probably happen between them since my big bro isn't gay, but in imagination they would be cute together.

"Well..." I dragged out the 'e' while giving him my best hangover puppy eyes.

"What do you want?" Evan asked while rolling his eyes and sitting back a bit in front of me. His ginger blonde hair was more messy than ever. His but seemed sore too, every time he sat down it looked like he had sat down on a needle.

Guess he got lucky last night.

"Well.. he took my pills-"

"No."

"Yes, now listen. I only need them for-" I didn't wanna tell him what I needed them in a control for a numbness no one knew about more than a one time therapist I went to once.

"Still no. You know why Max took them, you could take too many at once."

Evan said something under his breath I couldn't hear because vomit came out from my mouth and down in the toilet. Swallowing water from the bottle next to me before I spoke back to whatever Evan told me. "I'll just go to the medical store and buy some later."

"Your mom works there."

"Then I just go to another worker there."

"They would tell her that you are in the store the second you walk in."

I let out a frustrated breath while tears streamed down my face. I really hate this. To be hanging over the toilet because I need to make myself numb before my body turns me numb. Why do I need to become numb when I can't take more instead of just letting my pain and thoughts spread over my body and brain?

Standing up from sitting on the floor when my stomach felt empty and almost stable. Taking the shirt that I had been wearing the past two days smelled like sweat and alcohol off and dropped it on the floor. "Are you just gonna be there and watch me while I shower?" I chuckled while I worked with getting the ties on the tight shorts loose enough for me to take them off.

"Nothing I haven't seen before." Evan said looking down on the floor, giving me my space to take off my clothes without feeling too observed.