Trust issues are characterized by fear of betrayal, abandonment, or manipulation. Mackenna knows all these things. She had seen this kind of shit before and she would be damned if she go through this all over again.
If you get hurt that badly, you...
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I'm a hot girl, I do hot shit, spending income on my outfit.
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The worst thing for a drug addictis not having drugs anymore. It's even worse being off of drugs when you need that shit the most.
Sometimes you feel good without drugs in your blood. You convince yourself that you're not addicted and that makes you feel like you'reon top of the world.
But then...
One event is enough to bring down this self-built house of cards of lies and imagination.
For Mac, it was a post tweetedonthe internetby the infamous East Highland High School profile.
For meit was the feeling of being alone.
Mac was at Fezco's and Jules traded me for dinner with her father.
At such moments you think that only drugs can help you.
"What are you doing there, Ma?" Fez asked with a touch of amusement.
After completing his morning routine of showering, brushing his teeth, and changing his clothes, Fez went back into the living room. He didn't expect to find Mac on all fours on the floor. Not that he complained at the sight in front of him. The oversized tee she wore from him only slightly covered her ass in this position, revealing her lacy underwear.
As much as he and his cock were enjoying this View, he wondered what she was doing under his coffee table.
Mac jumped at the deep voice, which almost caused her to hit herself if she hadn't pulled her head out from under the table in time. She got up and walked over to the sofa Fez was sitting on yesterday, checking between the cushions for something.
Fez, knowing the gun was still hidden there, walked towards the girl. "Whoa hey hey hey... what are you doing?"
Mac sighed and dropped the pillow in her hand back onto the couch, before she turned to Fez. "That Mouse guy gave me patches of the fentanyl, where's that?"
Fez furrowed his eyebrows. "Why do you wanna know that?" He asked, although he thought he already knew the answer.
"I just need it." Mac began scanning the living room again for the fentanyl, this time on the sofa she was sitting on with Rue, although she had checked there moments before.
