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𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘 𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗨𝗔𝗚𝗘, 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗩𝗬 𝗗𝗥𝗨𝗚 𝗨𝗦𝗘, 𝗗𝗘𝗦𝗖𝗥𝗜𝗣𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 𝗩𝗜𝗘𝗪𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗠𝗔𝗬 𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗗 𝗨𝗣𝗦𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚, 𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗦𝗘𝗫𝗨𝗔𝗟 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧
𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗶𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂

𝙺𝙸𝙼𝙱𝙴𝚁𝙻𝚈 𝙲𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙳𝚈

My legs reached the door of Steve's house and my fist collided hard against the wood, rattling the entire frame repeatedly.

"Steve!." I screamed for him, rain splashing hard against my skin whilst my tears thrashed down my cheeks with with sadness. "Steve, please!." I continued my pleads. "Steven!." The rain hit harder and colder as the storm began to pass.

I took a step back when the door didn't open, and instead of walking away like a normal human would, I slammed my foot flat against the door again, and again, and again, and again and-

"STOP IT!." Steve screamed at me as his door came flying open causing my whole body to jolt forward into his and collide with the boy. "What is fucking wrong with you?!." His voice lowered but it was still laced with anger. I took a step back and let out a loud sob.

"Please.." I dropped to my knees and begged him. What I was begging for? I wasn't too sure of that.

"Kim." Steve said my name and crouched down to me. "Hey, hey!." His fingertips held tightly into my cheeks and forced me to look at him. "What are you crying for?." He asked and carried on his stares. "Huh?..Tell me..tell me why you're trying to kick my door down at this time of night, Kim!." He demanded from me as I continued to sob.

"Eddie k-kicked me out." I sniffled and squeezed my eyes shut tightly. "I need help.. I can't- I can't- Steve..I can't-". I couldn't breath as I tried to tell him I couldn't do it anymore.

"Okay." Steve groaned his response as his arms swooped me up and practically dragged me into his empty home. "That's it." He muttered words of encouragement as my feet shuffled along the tiles to the mansion.

He placed me down on his couch and wiped away the wet pieces of hair from my face as I breathed heavily.

"Look at me.." Steve demanded, but I couldn't hear him properly, he was faded. "Kimmy..baby girl, look at me." His fingers found their way back to my cheeks and moved my head again but more gentler. "Breath with me..go on, you can do it..that's it." Steve took a deep breath in with me and exhaled at the same time, helping my heart to slow its pulse.

"Fuck." I shuddered and closed my eyes with a  flutter, finally being calm enough to think straight.

"There you go." He stroked the side of my cheek and smiled weakly at me. "Now, come on..tell me what happened." He spoke softly and leant his forehead against mine as i explained what had gone on between me and Eddie.

Shit was only getting worse for me, and i prayed and prayed I'd make it out alive.

I prayed I'd survive this siege.



𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚅𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚃𝙾𝙽

It wasn't like Kim to show up at my house in the state she had last night, and it certainly wasn't like Kim to not ask me for drugs since..well, yeah. Since then.

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