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𝟏𝟒 | 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞

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𝐓𝐰: 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

I was rudely awakened by constant knocking at my bedroom door. I rolled over, looking at my alarm clock, 1:45pm. I nearly slept the day away.

I stumbled out of bed and groaned as the knocking continued. I walked to the door, pulling it open, coming face to face with with Do-yeon. "What happened to the kitchen?" She asked.

"Huh?" I said, squinting my eyes. She turned around and walked down the stairs, I followed behind. "Bottles, dishes, food trays, it's a mess." She complained as we walked through the house.

I thought back to last night. Naomi went home a little after ten. I knew the kitchen needed to be cleaned but drunk me wasn't up for that challenge.

"I didn't clean last night, my bad."

The front door opened then closed. Abdul came into the kitchen soon after.

"What happened in here." He said, looking around. "Billie and her little girlfriend left a mess last night." Do-yeon said.

"Girlfriend?"Abdul questioned. I rolled my eyes, "Friend."

"I got it, Yeonie." I said. I walked over to the sink and Do-yeon went away to the basement. I put the drain in the sink, turned on the hot water, and squeezed some dish soap into the water.

Abdul rolled up his sleeves and and grabbed the wine glasses off the table. "What're you doing?"

"You really think you can clean this kitchen by yourself with a hangover?" He said. I didn't answer, but instead continued to wash the dishes.

"So what happened last night?" He asked, throw out the old takeout bowls.

"We ate dinner and drunk some wine, Nothing more, nothing less."

Abdul and I cleaned the kitchen within thirty minutes. I was in my room, getting back in the bed when my phone ringed.

I looked at my nightstand, my phone screen was dark. And then I remembered my second phone, the one I use for work. The ringtone continued as I looked everywhere.

My bedsheets, the drawers on my nightstand, my pockets. And then I looked at my dresser, the phone sitting on top. I frowned, looking at the name on the screen. Carlos.

...

"The fuck do you want?"

"I need the drugs."

"What drugs? I don't have any drugs."

"Why not? You don't remember
what we discussed at the club?"

"We didn't discuss shit."

"Yes we did. I was telling you how
I needed a few pounds of gas by this weekend."

"Why would I agree to give you anything?
Did you forget the time when you took
weeks to send in a single payment?"

"C'mon, E. I know I've fucked up but
you gotta have something for me."

"I might have something but you gotta
pay me twice as much. You're asking
for a lot and this isn't coming from
my usual supply."