Indebted Love

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I frown.

"Don't take this the wrong way but, I choose Greece to be our honeymoon for business reasons. I'm expanding my drug ring here and wanted to collaborate with some of the smaller gangs and reap greater benefits for Crows. Our boat trip was to get the test drugs that we're experimenting..."

Oh.

"I'm actually meeting them at this festival going on, ya know... getting to know my business partners and tell them how much I like the drugs...do you want to..." Angel looks at dead in my eyes, holding his tongue for some reason.

"Do you want to go to the festival with me? It can be great for us to bond- to see each other actual break control and let loose. To see the real us in a drug infected crowd..." Angel nervously smiles, removing his hand from mine to run through his hair.

I exhale, leaning back into the chair and eye the drugs in his hands then to him. I really don't know anything about him.

"Yes, let's go," I say confidently, noting his raised eyebrows and an o in his mouth.

"Honestly?"

"Absolutely, " I smile, "I want to know what you're like when your doing business." I answer nervously.

Angel nods pausing his lips as he stays in his thought as I am in mine.

I'm not stupid to think this festival isn't all glorified as the movies and shows represent and we are in a foreign country so my protection from Angel isn't 100 percent guaranteed. Damn.

"Do you want to try the drugs?" Angel beams, unwrapping the grass braids to reveal a black plastic material covering at last a generous amount of fined white power.

He slowly sets it on the table in front us, standing up to grab a plate, spoon and a random card. I watch Angel scoop some powder with a spoon, putting on the plate and uses the card to shape the powder into a clean long line. He leans in, tilt his head to the side, uses his finger to block one hole of his nose and inhales the drugs in other hole.

My mouth hang open as he leans back with contentment, pleased with himself as he closes his eyed and let the drugs take effect.

Curiously, I poke the drugs like I'm putting my hands above hot flames, inspecting my finger covered with drugs and bring to my nose. I didn't inhale like he did. I only want to know what it smelt like. It's nothing. It feels like flour except its really finely grinded, lightweight yet I can imagine its power over someone like me.

"Put it on your gums Jalah," Angel dares me through hooded eyes.

My heart is thudding loudly in my chest and there's a tiny voice telling me I shouldn't try it. I shouldn't feel safe doing something I never done before. I shouldn't go this path and end up like parents. But I always wanted to try. To let loose and have a story to tell my kids.

"If we both go crazy, whose gonna look after us?" I ask Angel as he scoops another high and snorts a little faster then before.

"I have a high tolerance, Jalah," he reassures me, "I can look after you once you get high."

I nod, inhaling and exhaling to distract myself from what I'm about to do. I suddenly feel like I'm sweating buckets, my body in hyperactive mode like I'm about to jump off a cliff. I am aren't I? In a way I'm taking huge jump from being responsible and in control to being irresponsible and out of control.

"How do I do it?" I question, biting my lips nervously.

Angel chuckles, muttering something dealing with amateurs and straightens his posture out. He wets his finger a little bit, poking the powder and rubs in all over his gums as he stares at me.