The second part of Syn's Deep In My Blood trilogy books.
After the car accident and the bandana, Emily will have to start from scratch. Will Jimmy give her a second chance?
Stay around to see how it goes!
"Hey, another Jäger here." I hit the counter, and the guy served me another shot promptly as that song I used to avoid began to play. It always got stuck in my head somehow. I was hoping those three shots would be enough for me to get rid of the annoying feelings I was about to have from heroin low, but I knew I'd need more in a few hours.
In these past weeks, we have been using nonstop. We just couldn't handle any more stress. We had to keep ourselves functional, so we doubled up our doses. And that probably got us hooked cause we'd just stop shooting up when we had to go onstage. Then the run for our next fix would start all over again, all night long, all day long.
Being hooked wasn't a problem as long as I could get my hands on more. That little amount I stole from Jimmy's stash had ended too quickly, and I only had 10 bucks in my pocket to buy those shots. I wasn't really planning to go back to the hotel to get more after everything that happened. I couldn't bear to face any of them, so I had to think of some way I could get money... or dope. Either way, I'm good with it.
'Cause nothing's gonna last forever
And things they change like the weather
They're gone in the blink of an eye'
I hated to go through this again. I just hated it. But no matter what path I choose in life, it seems to come bite me in the ass every single time. Why keep living like that? Just tell me one good reason I should keep fighting this. I had literally lost everyone this time; I fucked up my friend's life, I fucked up my relationship, I've just fucked up my band, I even fucked up my affair. What's left for me to fuck up? I found my answer when I looked at my deplorable reflection in the mirror behind the numerous bottles of liquor from the bar.
I drank my last shot in a single gulp wishing it could buy me a few more minutes before I'd start craving. And when I hit the empty glass on the counter, a known voice appeared on my left side. Shit, who is the fucker interrupting my thoughts now?
"Never thought I'd find you around here." he had the smoothest voice, almost a British accent; it was fake indeed.
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"Hey! Look who's here! The last person I'd want to bump in on the entire universe!!" I turned to him slowly and forced a smile. "Scott!!!" I faked a happy tone.
"Nice to see you too." he got his beer and sat by my side. Damn, if he was staying, I'd sure leave now. I left the dollar bills on the counter and stood up. "Enjoying the tour?" he was ironic as hell when I turned my back on him. Shit, I felt like I owed him an explanation.
