The Zone

Dead

It's been almost a year since he died.

I've always wandered how my life would've been if he was here. Would I be happy or still miserable as I am now. Would I still be with him or he would've just ditched me for someone else as he did before. I sometimes think this is karma for what he put me through.I mean he wasn't a saint himself.
After all this is what he deserves.

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Waking up to the sound of loud music on a Friday night is just amazing.Really. I'm just glad the weekend has came once again. Since my life is really not that interesting at all, I just wake up every fucking morning at 6 am so I can get ready for work, not that I do much , most of the time falling back asleep until I get some notification on my phone which is not that often. After I'm done with work I go back home,eat,sleep and wake up around 7pm so I can meet up with my drug dealer.

Today after my beauty nap I checked my phone to see if  Jacob saw my texts about our meeting but he didn't. So I just called him to make sure that he will be there but again no response.

I got ready anyway still hoping that I'll see him tonight and he just lost his phone or something. Getting out of my room greeting my roommate for the first time of the day, saying a small "I'm going out" and just heading out the door without waiting for a response.

Walking into the club once again, I stuffed everything I had on me in my bra too lazy to hold my phone in my hand and headed to the bar where I saw Lizzie since today was her shift. I asked her for the usual so I can get my night started and downed the shots.

"Hey Liz have you seen Jacob today?" I asked hoping that she might now if he is here.

"No girl, I heard some guys say that he got caught selling drugs in the club next to us"

"Great. Thanks Liz." I said with a sigh rubbing at my face.

As I was about to get off my seat at the bar, spinning around I bumped into a guy whose skin was purple and stitched with staples. What the fuck. I just looked up at him with my brows slightly frowned when I found his almost glowing eyes in the light club staring down at me with a blank almost disgusted expression.

"My bad" is all I said and he just continued walking after checking me out from head to toe one last time. I would be lying if I said he wasn't hot but he seemed like bad news.

After a couple more free shots from guys that tried to hit on me ,I ended up on the dance floor alone after telling them to fuck off. My head was definitely spinning and my craving for drugs grew more and more to the point where I actually started getting mad at Jacob for being such a dumbass for getting caught.

A new song started playing and I felt a pair of warm hands gripping at my hips and pulling me back until my back made contact with their chest. I didn't even get a chance to say something, when someone was whispering in my ear.

"I heard you were looking for Jacob" the raspy voice said with a seductive tone. I immediately turned around to see who it is and I was surprised to see the stapled dude from early.

"Yeah, I was but I heard he got caught. Did you know him?"

"Of course princess, we were besties. I assume you were one of his loyal clients" he said with a pause before speaking again "You seem desperate. Maybe I could help" he said with a smirk on his lips.

I just stared at his ocean blue eyes and that evil smirk of his. I knew he was referring to the drugs but the way he said it wasn't helping your now wet underwear. Or was he?

"Do you have coke?" I asked avoiding his other suggestion, not trying to fuck my potential dealer.
"Yeah,follow me" he ordered and I went after him like a lost puppy to what seems like the private rooms.

On our way,people were having sex left and right. The smell of the room was a combination of weed with sex and you could barely see where you were going since the lighting was dim. The man suddenly stoped at the very end of the hallway , looking for a key in his pocket and unlocking the door  . The room was nicely decorated compared to the rest of the club, there was a large couch in the middle of the room and a bar in the corner.

He went behind the bar and started looking for what I assumed was my coke while I stayed awkwardly near the door looking at the room. I've never been here. Jacob never brought me here to sell me things so why was this guy being so shady? I mean after what happened to him it wouldn't surprise me that he would bring me here and not just give it to me in the middle of the crowd not knowing who's watching.

He comes back and gives me a baggie of white powder. I ask him how much it is and he responds by saying 120. While he was waiting for his payment I dig into my bra to hand him the money and without a word he takes it,puts it in his pocket and smirks a little.

"You don't look like a druggie" he said looking directly into my eyes without any expression on his face. "Then what I look like?" I asked him confused at the sudden change of comportment

"Like a good girl" he said making me blush a little at his words. I took out my phone from my bra trying to hide my blush and changing the subject.

"So what's your number?" I ask unlocking my phone, getting ready to type his number.
"I don't give out my number,princess" he said with the same smirk on his face again.

He started walking out the door, me following him quickly so I wouldn't get locked in.
"Then how am I supposed to contact you when I need more?" I ask genuinely confused, while he looked again the door.

"Just ask for me"

"What is even your name?"

There was a short pause before he answered again this time turning around and walking back to the main part of the club,out of the private rooms not even looking back.

"Dabi."