The Chains: Temptations

12 - A Sicko Who's An Addict

"Drugs take you to hell, disguised as heaven." – Donald Lyn Frost.

MARA

A man showing nothing but his bare chest and sweatpants covering his lower part of his body, his muscular body that has six lined boxes engraved to his chest just glistening in the moonlight.

He is just gulping down a bottle of orange alcohol non stop which is labelled whiskey.

Nico?

My gaze land on the kitchen island, dozens of colourful circular pills,  two miniature clear bags of white powder and another glass bottle of whiskey just lying there.

What are they used for?

Once Nico is done with the whiskey he slams the now empty glass bottle onto the kitchen island in front of him which makes the bottle shatter into small different pieces.

I gasp quietly so he doesn't hear me.

"I know you're there, Adelyn." He spits out in a not so nice way.

My blood flow rises in my body when I hear that man speak.

He roughly takes one bag of the white powder from the island and opens it. He shakes out the powder above his knuckle that he's holding up to his nose. Once the white powder drops onto his knuckle, Nico snorts it by his nose, making the powder vanish.

Nico quickly slams his head back to his shoulders with pleasure, he takes a big exhale and violently shakes his head around like he's mentally insane, which creeps me out.

What do I do? What do I do?
I need to act fast. This isn't my first time seeing someone like this, Marcus would always have his drinking problems and he would always get so shaken up. He almost died and I didn't stop it, this time I will try to prevent that.

So I drop the shopping bags in my hands that are now slammed to the marble tiles of the kitchen.

I bolt over to Nico and I grab the bottle of whiskey from the island and I also take the bag of white powder he just used. I just turn the other way and I try to run so fast but I feel a grip of my wrist, a strong grip.

Nico turns me around so roughly and I back away from him but my back forcefully hits the wall. I didn't make it far, we're still the kitchen.

He removes his grip of me at ease.

The bottle and the bag is still gripped tight to my hands behind my back.

My lips are mushed together while my breathing rate worsens. My lips are quivering in fear of the man that is right in front of me and he's trapping me with his large, veiny and muscular arms.

"Who the fuck are you to be taking my shit?" He roars loud, seemingly awaking the whole world.

Please no, stop with the screaming please.

I tilt my head down and my eyes squints and with one blink, a tear trickles down my cheek. Nico notices but he doesn't care.

Nico suddenly bangs the wall repeatedly with his fist causing a the wall to be damaged.

"Answer me, dammit." Nico shouts out in my ear.

I gasp breathlessly and I cover my face with shakes hands, thinking that he will hit me too.

I drop the bottle and small bag from my hands and the bottle shatters on the floor.

I crouch down into a little ball with my knees to my face, in an air to hide myself from the terror.
"P-please don't hurt me, please Nico." I burst out into tears.