Better Than Drugs - Dabi x Reader

Chapter 33

Dabi's POV

Y/n was acting different. It was like her entire body and mind shut down. I grabbed her chin to make her look at me and I looked at her eyes.

Constricted pupils.

I grabbed her wrist and checked her pulse.

Slow heart rate.

"Do something for me," I told Keigo.

"What's up?" Keigo asked.

"Count to a minute. I'll tell you when to start," I said, adjusting my fingers to feel her pulse. "Start now."

We were silent for a minute. Y/n looked at me confused, but she didn't move. I kept my focus on her. Her breathing was slow. I continued to count in my head each heart beat I felt.

"Done," Keigo said.

"57 beats per minute. Her pulse is low," I said, wondering what the hell I should do. "She's high again."

"How the fuck is she again? She said she didn't have anything," Keigo's face turned to irritation.

"She was lying to begin with. I'm going to destroy her room just to find those drugs," I said as I got up from the dinner table.

My heart was pounding and my blood was pumping. I was pissed. I slammed open her bedroom door and went straight to her dresser. I threw out every article of clothing from each drawer.

Nothing.

I went into Y/n's closet and checked every single pocket from her pants and jackets. I looked inside of her shoes and groaned in frustration.

Nothing.

I looked under the mattress and pulled out a shoebox. I went through it, but there wasn't anything I was looking for. I tossed the shoebox to the side and went to the pillows. I took the pillows out and felt the pillowcases for drugs.

Nothing.

I lifted up the mattress to see if there was anything lodged in between. There was a diary, but I wasn't going to look through that. I looked around, but couldn't find anything. I dropped the mattress then headed straight for the bathroom.

I opened every drawer and threw everything out onto the floor. Nothing. I went to the bathroom and checked the trash can again. I went through it and found what she was high on. There was another needle and bottle. I grabbed the bottle and smashed it on the ground.

"Fuck! Where the fuck did you put them?!" I shouted.

This shouldn't be upsetting me as much as it should. If anything, I shouldn't be caring one bit. I'm better off being at home and sharing a joint with my friends.

She's not fucking worth it. She ignored you for a whole month just for her fucking drugs.

I emptied everything out in the bathroom, but I didn't find a single pill. I looked at the mess around my feet and placed my face into my hands. I took a deep breath and the urge to cry overcame me.

Why you? Why do I want to help you? Why can't I get away from you? Why? Why?! WHY?!

I continued to search for the drugs. I looked behind the bed, under the desk, in any container. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.

I missed somewhere. I overlooked a very obvious place. Where the hell would it be?

I went back to the mattress and lifted it up. I grabbed the diary and opened it. Words filled most of the pages. The handwriting with a little sloppy in some entrees, but others were neat and nice. You could tell she was high when she wrote some of these. I know I said I wasn't going to read anything, but maybe it can give me a clue on where she hid the drugs.