Streetlife

39 - Where Is She?

TESS POV

"Hand me that mirror, lovey!" I roll over on the dirty mattress I had been sleeping on the last few nights as I had woken up, shivering. I had no idea what time it was, sometimes not even where I was as I can feel my high is wearing off, and my stomach rolling as Gabe rubs his eyes. Truth was whatever the fuck he had been giving me, this new street drug,  had me craving and wanting more. It was the most addictive shit I have ever had.

"I told you that you can use this stuff! Here, let me get a new needle," He rummages in his bag and pulls out what looks like a hospital grade needle and a spoon.

"What? Did you rob a pharmacy or what, Gabe? I can't be going to jail now," I run my thin fingers over my throbbing temples as I sit up and realize that I'm half naked. Did I sleep with him last night? What the hell happened? Is it still night? Why is it so damn dark in here? I don't even know what damn day it is, and I actually could care less for I knew this where I might fucking die if Warbucks didn't find me and kill me first.

"I didn't rob anything. Chill, Tessy," he laughs as he heats the spoon with a lighter and I quickly grab the grimy looking glass on the floor near our dirty mattress and down the rest of the vodka. Shit, I need water and maybe some food. But first, I needed to get high to get to my next high and the high after that. For that's what I did, I chased the next damn high, and not once did I keep my promise to myself to look for Fannie. I meant to but every time the high wore off or even close to down, I needed more.

"Here, tie this around your arm." He hands me a rubber looking band as I shake my head.

"You crazy, Gabe. I told you I'm not messing up my arms and I'm not messing with that! No way. Just hand me the damn mirror, or do I have to do everything my damn self?" I am growing more and more annoyed with Gabe as images of the last few days begin to resurface, and I feel as if I'll hurl. I DID SLEEP WITH GABE AND FIVE OTHERS! It was some kind of high orgy, and I jump to my feet as I almost trip over his big ass shoes and manage to find the nearby bathroom which is dirty as hell like the rest of this fucking shit hole.

My grandmama is rolling in her grave right now, I just know it and I know I'll just end up in purgatory when this shit does kill me. Hell, life was like that now any damn way since I was forever in limbo and didn't know which fucking way was up. I didn't deserve to live, that's all I knew for I was worthless and useless, and my mind is playing tricks on me to the point, I wonder if my friends even cared that I wasn't there with them.

I manage to make it to the broken nasty ass commode as I hurl yellow bile, nothing in my stomach whatsoever, and I vomit once again in the stained toilet, and don't even realize I literally fall onto the trash filled floor with my bare feet and ass. I don't even notice the one woman passed out in the cracked and broken tub, and I feel Gabe's strong arms picking me up and carrying me back to the room.

"I feel so sick, Gabe. I feel so sick. Am I dying? Is this what it feels like to die? Don't leave me, Gabe! Please don't leave me!" I cry now feeling so damn out of it and dizzy from vomiting as my stomach cramps even more and all the muscles in my body are cramping and releasing every few seconds. My bones feel like they're being ripped apart and maybe my skin is melting, for it feels like pins and needles are sticking all over it.

"Here, this will help you feel better, sweetness," He says smoothly as he hands me a fresh glass of water, and helps me lay back on a pillow which is filled with cigarette holes and probably lice and mites, but I could care less as I am shaking out of control and I'm scared at this point. I'm terrified as I scratch my arms for my skin is so dry from not having lotioned or showered in days.

"I'm f...freezing," my teeth chatter as he softly grabs one of my feet and I feel a pinch as I look down to see him injecting me in my veins that is between my big toe with drugs even if I didn't want those ones, but my body quickly warms up, and I feel a sense of massive relief as I sigh, my eyes rolling into the back of my head, and I feel as if I'm floating on cloud nine.

"You okay?" I hear as I try to open my eyes, but can't open them much at all as I feel myself nodding off and on. Shit. Relief is flooding my body as all of the horrible withdrawal symptoms vanish almost instantly.

"Yessssssssssss, ohhhhhhhh myyyyyyy godddddd," I moan as I feel his warm body moving beside me and he smiles.

"That feel good, baby? Hmm?"

"Yesss. God fucking dammm. Holy shit, Gabe." I try to open my eyes some and to me he looks amazing, his sexy ass body gleaming as he straddles my body.

"I knew you'd like it, baby. I damm sure knew it. I know you well, Tessy." I feel his hand rub between my legs as he rolls on top of me kissing my body up and down. "We can do this all day, baby. All night and day."

"Uh huh...." I moan as I feel his dick slide inside of me my heart rate picking up.

He could fuck me all day and I wouldn't know for this shit he shot between my toes has me feeling way better orgasms then any dick would. That's a damn ass fact as my fingers grip his naked back, as he thrusts into me harder and harder. But I still don't feel nothing, nothing at all as he rams his tongue inside my mouth, I taste the booze and smokes on his tongue as he keeps pushing into me harder and harder.

"FUCK you feel good! FUCK!" He says into my ear.

"Fuck me anytime...I'd fuck anything for that shit again." I laugh now as he grins at me. But in the distance we hear a commotion, a loud commotion as the broken door swings open.

"GET THE FUCK UP!!! HANDS UP!!! GET UP NOW!!" The room is soon invaded with cops as Gabe jumps off of me and I cover my naked body with the dirty sheet. FUCK.

I watch as they body slam Gabe, and I am crying hard now as an officer tosses my clothes at me.

"Get dressed! NOW!"

"I...I can't!" I say as I begin to shake and rock back and forth, my high not working too well now as I feel as if my head is under water.

I cry out as I find my face smashed into the broken concrete, and I don't know what happens next except I see tons of blinking red, blue and white lights, and I'm shoved in the back of a cruiser, the handcuffs around my wrists too tight, and I have no shoes on my cracked feet.

"I didn't mean it! I didn't!" I hear my voice saying, but no one is listening as a couple of other junkies are shoved in beside me, and I am smashed into the car door, hoping I don't fall out.

"I WANT MY MOMMY!!!!!!! GET ME OUTTA HERE!!!!!! FUCK YOU, MOTHER FUCKER!!!!!!!" The girl beside me is screaming as I find myself shoving my arm into hers.

"Shut up!" I manage as she doesn't hear a damn thing I'm saying as she keeps screaming.

"THEY'RE CRAWLING IN MY HAIR!!!!!!! TAKE THESE OFF ME!!!!!! FUCK YOU, MOTHER FUCKER!!!!!!!"

"Shut the hell up!" The officer says in a gruff voice through the cage as he glares back at us, and I feel as if I'll be sick as the car takes off, hot tears rolling down my scorched face, for I have really done it now. I have managed to sink the lowest I ever have in life.