Syn's Deep In My Blood - Book 2

Your Arms Feel Like Home

"Where'd you go?" Matt had just arrived at their floor, ready to get inside his room but Jimmy was there blocking his way with a blank expression on his face.

"I... I was..." Matt stuttered. He wasn't expecting that. He managed to get out with their bags without anyone seeing him. But somehow, Jimmy knew he had left.

"Where's her stuff? You... you waited for me to go take a shower, sneaked into my room, and took her bags away. You're the only one who has my key! Where's she, Matt?" his tone was verging on madness towards his friend. "Where is she!!?" he whispered with clenched teeth.

"Look, Jimmy, I told you she doesn't wanna see you. She didn't tell me where she is, alright?"

"And tell me, how did you take her stuff to her if you don't know where she is, huh?" Jimmy stepped too close, and Matt knew he couldn't keep lying to him. "He's with her, isn't he? He's fucking doing exactly what I said. He's turning her against me!"

"Brian is helping her wear off all the dope you two had, so I think he'll be really busy with other things besides turning her against you. Shouldn't you start thinking about quitting too?" Jimmy rolled his eyes at that.

"What are you talking about? I'm fine, we were fine until I... Look, we are not junkies, alright? There's nothing wrong with trying to have some fun and relax while you're on a fucking road playing gigs every single night. You all should know that better than anyone!" he was in defensive mode, the first thing an addict does when confronted. Matt was able to notice that instantly.

"It doesn't look like fun anymore. How long you've been into this, Jimmy?" he saddened his tone.

"What I do or don't do is none of your damn business! I'm gonna find out where she is, you telling me or not, traitor!" he turned his back and walked to his room, slamming the door loudly.

This would be harder than Matt had thought.

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We had to go from the bed to the toilet seat too many times in the last hours, so we just decided to hang around there, on the bathroom floor, making small talk to distract her while waiting for the next time she'd be sick again. It was about 3 am when she finally stopped feeling nauseated, and the pain ceased for a while.

"Hey, do you feel like taking a bath now? It might help you with the fever." I stood up from the floor and turned on the water tap from the bathtub when she nodded. Then I showed my hand to her. She looked up at me with sad puppy eyes, and I smiled. I got what she meant by that. She needed more than just my hand to stand up.

I gave her my shoulder, and she leaned on me as I helped her get up slowly. She had her arms around my neck and was making me stare deeply into her eyes. She didn't have to say anything; I could read them very well.

"Do you want me to... help you get undressed?" she waited a few seconds and then nodded shyly. "Alright, you can lean on me as I unbutton your pants."

"Brian..." she finally opened her mouth with an expression combined with a Brian I knew very well what it was when I crouched in front of her.

"C'mon, I've seen you naked before. Don't be shy." I smirked back up at her just to loosen up the tension, but I knew it would be back in when she'd notice where my hand would be going first. In her back pockets.

I found three thin syringes, needles, a lighter, and the last heroin dose. Showed them all to her, one by one, and she looked away, embarrassed like I was taking one of her vital organs away from her. I placed the stuff on the sink, and now I could be peaceful while taking care of her. If it depended on me, she'd never see that stuff again in her life.