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Chapter Fifty-Two: Keep Me High

Chapter Fifty-Two: Keep Me High

Warning: Drug use

Ellie

Ignoring the message, I dragged myself into my old bed and curled into a ball. My eyes were heavy, but my thoughts tore my eyelids up and kept me wide awake. I turned over in my bed, the word 'soon' bouncing around my skull.

I don't know what Jake meant by it, but I do remember that he said something about it a while ago.. on Halloween, to be exact. Either way, I still had no fucking clue as to what it meant. It was only adding to the thoughts in my head, clawing at the insides of my skull. I sat up abruptly and threw the covers off of my body, my gut stinging with the emotional pain.

I couldn't hold it in anymore.

Holding a hand over my heaving chest, heavy, quick breaths escaping me, I felt the hot tears brew in my eyes. I didn't want to cry, but I knew it would be best to get it out. I brought my knees up to my chest and lay my chin upon them, rocking back and forth as I squeezed my eyes shut and willed the pain to go away.

After a while of sitting there, swaying to calm myself, I snatched my phone and began calling Alan. He answered almost immediately.

"Hey, Ellie! What's up?" He asked, sounding bright and happy.

"You in LA?" I asked him quickly, sniffling.

"Uh, yeah. We've finished the tour, I'll be here for a good five months. Why?" He questioned.

"I just need a release," I sighed. "Can I come see you?"

"Of course! Do you wanna meet up?"

"I'd rather not have my release in public," I muttered, hoping he would catch on.

"Ah, I know what you want," he chuckled. "Kush?"

"Yeah." I sniffled. "Do you have any?"

"Psh, I got a few baggies," he told me. "Do you want me to come pick you up?" Ashby asked me.

I shook my head even though he couldn't see. "Just give me your address and I'll make my way to you."

"Alright, I'll send it to you," Alan responded. "Is it alright if it's with Austin? I'm at his house and I'm too lazy to move."

"Sure, I don't mind," I cleared my throat. "I'll see you in a bit."  I told him, cutting the call afterwards. I sat there, chewing on my lip. Is this what I wanted? I knew that Mark wouldn't approve, but, for now, I didn't really care. Just one spliff won't get me hooked, will it?