DEMONS YOU MADE

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Song of the chapter: Cold Outside by Buju &Timaya

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She showed me the restroom and asked if she should wait for me. I told her to carry on without me and she left. I stayed in the bathroom crying my eyes out. I fished out my phone from my purse to call Zahrah but I dropped the idea knowing she won't pick. These days I gotta admit that we've been going apart, since she travelled back, she has only called once and since then.

Maybe she needed a break from me or something. Or she's prolly found a better bestie who can give her more money and drugs. She was actually the one who introduced me to my life of drugs. And I'm grateful for that, who knows I might have committed suicide a long time ago. I pushed all these crazy ideas and decided to call her. As usual, she didn't pick. I called like five more times, then she picked on the sixth ring. She sounded like I was disturbing her or something and it broke my heart.

Yeah...what is it?

Urhm..hey Zahrah

Could you please talk fast I'm actually in d middle of something important, I'm sorry baby but y'know how work is now.

Urrrrrr....ok i can't remember why I called. Been forgetting things easily lately.

Ohh ok. Goodbye then.

I couldn't help but cry my eyes out again, I looked over at my reflection in the mirror, the smudged makeup on my face, my mascara mixed with tears, turning my tears black. I washed my face and used my hankie to clean it dry. My eyes were already swollen. I'm so stupid and ugly. I just keep on ruining things for myself and my family. Everyone will be okay without me in their lives.

I went out of the bathroom and went back downstairs, I already made up my mind to leave the party, for good this time and I did. I wanted to go home and rest but somehow my legs took me took to a bar.

I got in and Ruger Bounce was playing, sweaty bodies grinding and mixing with the heat as they drove their bodies together, the stench of alcohol and loud music filled the atmosphere. Some people were openly making out, others were either drinking, or dancing.

I walked up to the bartender, and requested for a glass of vodka. I downed the first two glasses and asked him to get me a glass of whiskey. I downed it in one gulp, feeling a bit lightheaded but thoroughly satisfied, I paid him and proceeded to leave. My brain was in a jumbled mess, I couldn't even think straight, but I could still remember painful memories and it hurt me, the alcohol didn't remove them.

I was walking past two men, when I overheard they were talking about cocaine but in a native way but I knew it.

"I said the white lady you want to buy is a hundred thousand. D'you want it or not?" (White lady-was one of the many native names for coke)

"I don't want it" the other guy said and left. The first man was about to enter into the bar when I called him back.

"Ex-excuse me si--rr" I slurred due to the effect of the alcohol. He turned back

"Wow...a pretty lady. What d'you want"

"I want hard coke" his face was morphed in both fear and surprise.

"How...how did you know?"

"I overheard"

"I don't sell anything"

"I promise I'll pay you and I won't expose you, I promise."

"You sure? But that's exactly what every police in disguise would say. I already have a lot of police on my case so don't ruin it. Give me the money"

"I--i don't have it in cash. Can I do a transfer, please?"

"No...I can see you're not ready. I deal with only hard cash... paper not Bank stuff"

"Please I really need it... Please" tears started flowing down my eyes and I had no idea why. Stupid hormones.

His face softened " alright" he called his account number and I sent it..it went directly. He gave me the well-packaged substance. I took it and went off after muttering thank you. I felt a strong headache come, the alcohol coupled with the tears, I just ignored it. I opened the wrapper and sniffed thoroughly. It made me calm but the next thing I knew, my sight was covered in darkness. I slumped.

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Vanessa.

I knew dad must have overreacted a bit but it's not only her. Dad loved his children reserved and not wayward. He even told me, that my cleavage was on full exposure but Neto would never understand that. For some reasons, she always feels hated.

The pictures were already taken, without her of course. Dad said there was no way she was entering the picture and mom, as usual said nothing. She always seemed speechless and tired when it came to things concerning Neto.

I went in search of my sister. I was on my way inside when I bumped into Zayed, my ex. I saw him swallowing a girl's face earlier but I said nothing, he was always a manslut, a bloody Casanova.

"Heii..watch where you're going, would ya?" I could feel the smirk on his face even without looking. I tried to walk away when he drew my hands back.

"Not even an apology, bad Nessa bad." He said shaking his head smiling.

"Sorry, can I leave now?"

"Ohh...why not. Looking for your sick sister? She's just as pretty as you and I bet she already likes me. Just that I go for the thick mamas, and well she's so flat at front, if not for the hip and small backside which she was dashed obviously, she would have been very disgusting." That was it, I lost my cool and I slapped him ...hard.

He rubbed his cheek, "You bitch, you're going to have to pay for slapping me and who knows, I could just slap you back or better still slap you in bed. You know what I mean don't you?" Obviously talking about sex, this guy disgusts the fuck out of me. But how did he know Neto?

"You're a pathetic sick maniac" I spat and I walked out...he laughed hysterically if not devilishly.

I continued my search for her, I bumped into a slender figure this time, I looked up to see Jemmy.

"Ohmigawd sorry bae... what's up now?"

"Nothing.. did you see my sister"

"No ohhh I didn't. But why is your face like that? Did you see........ Zayed?"

"How did you know..issit too obvious."

"Yhup... very"

"Sorry to say, but your brother gives me the chills and I can't explain this newly found hatred I have for him. Like he was insulting my sister and everything, I just couldn't stand it. I quickly remembered how he body shamed me then when we were together. He's a demon.... look I know it's bad I'm talking ill of your brother ..I'm sorry ...but--" she quickly pulled me into a warm embrace, rubbing my back smoothly.

"It's ok. I understand. He's my stepbrother not my brother. Y'know the way I feel about him. He's a disgusting person in all but we're family so I've learnt to tolerate. But I won't stand and watch him shame my bestie. Like girllllll!! You're damn hot" she said dramatically, I couldn't help but smile.

"Thanks babe, for always being there"

"Iffa slap you, that sadness go run away from ya face. Stop being emotional jhare buh seriously, of I'm not there, who will jhare. It's not like you can live without a piece of me in your life" she said starting to feel too important.

"Hmm hmm hmm don't feel yourself too much oh" I told her as we laughed about it.

"But on a more serious note, we should go look for my sister"

"Urggghhhhhhhhhhh I don't want to do this"

"I know, let's go." I actually knew...Jemmy and Neto have never been friends, they couldn't even as much as breathe the same air. Yeah, it was that bad.

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