blood red // sal fisher x reader

Willow

Wait for the signal and I'll meet you after dark
Show me the places where the others gave you scars

You didn't look for Patrick after leaving the stranger's bedroom. You were not in the mood to do drugs anymore or to be around someone who was never sober enough to feel real emotions. The one thing you actually needed at the moment was to mourn over what could've been and be sad without having anyone trying to cheer you up. But then you remembered Ash and how she had asked you to stay within eye sight, and how you had done just the opposite of that, so you decided to look for her and Larry — and most likely, Sal.

But he wasn't there, much to your surprise, and neither Ash nor Larry had seen him, either. At least not since he had left to go look for you.

Larry excused himself to go get a fresh drink, nodding when you asked him to bring you something too. "So, what happened?" Asked Ash, taking a small sip of whatever was inside her cup. She made a face, "Oh, this is shit."

You laughed. "I promise we didn't do any of the things that are probably running through your mind right now."

You only half lied, though. For sure Ash hadn't thought you and Sal had deliberately touched yourselves to the sight of each other like two dogs in heat.

"But did you talk?"

"Not much. We didn't really spend much time together, and to be honest I have no idea where he might have gone. Things didn't exactly end well."

"Oh." Ash breathed out, giving you a sympathetic look. "So you two really broke it off this time?"

You just nodded, giving a slight shrug of your shoulders and staring off in the distance. You couldn't see him anywhere and the house wasn't so big, you had even seen Patrick around 3 times since returning to your friends. Where the hell was Sal? "Do you think he went back home?"

"It's a possibility, yes. But not without telling us," The brunette retrieved her phone from her bag, pressing a button on the side to light up the screen, "see? There's nothing, so I don't think he did."

"Maybe Larry found him."

"Maybe."

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Sal had left the room when he felt tears gathering in his eyes. He had never seen or felt this level of aggression coming from you before, and he didn't know whether or not the coke was the only thing to blame for it.

Now that the drug was wearing off, he felt all kinds of negative emotions — but it was when realization downed on him that it was over between the two of you that he lost it.

"Fuck!" Sal screamed, hands running over his face in frustration, pulling at his hair. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

He left the house in a hurry, not looking back once, afraid of catching even the smallest glimpse of you. Because he didn't know what he was capable of doing right then, when he was so sad and so fucking in love. Everything inside of him screamed at Sal to go find you and try just one more time, do things your way, show you everything he had learned these last few weeks. If you didn't want to add feelings into the equation, then so be it. He'd pretend to not like you anymore, he'd try to blame it on the drugs and new sensations, say he had been mistaken. Fuck you until you didn't want to break up anymore, since sex was the only thing you were interested in. Make her stay, you idiot. Change for her.