chapter 3: a flash from the past

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⚠️ drug use ⚠️

FLASHBACK
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"I'm gonna head out quick, you guys stay here I'll be back soon" I say, as I exit the wreck late at night right before closing.

"Bye Cass." JJ says, walking towards me, planting a kiss on my lips.

As I walk out I see Rafe Cameron, peeking from behind, looking the other direction as he sees me exit the place.

"Where you going?" He says, leaning on the wall of  The Wreck, right outside the building.

"Oh- Um hey. Nowhere."

I walk for a little bit until I get near the trailer park in the cut.

I knock on one of the trailer doors.

"Barry!" I shout as he's exits the trailer.

"No no no Barry don't leave yet! Just give me some shit and I'll be out. I've got your money."

"Man. Cass, this better be the last time I see you 'round here tryna fiend off my shit like this man. I have places to be" He says as he re-enters the trailer, taking a small plastic bag of white powder out of a duffle bag.

I pass him the money.

"Thanks for coming through Barry."

"Yeah yeah, get the fuck out of here Carrera."

LATER THAT NIGHT
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As I sit in my room, doing lines after lines, I see a familiar face coming through my window.

"Cassandra?" It was JJ.

I quickly try and hide the substance, failing.

"Cass, what are you doing?"

"I- Uh.."

"Cass, I didn't know you were still doing this shit." He speaks, sounding concerned.

"You said you'd meet us back at The Wreck. What happened?"

He leans in for a kiss, but I ignore.

"JJ, I think we should talk."

"What?" He replies, with his voice faintly growing sadder.

"I just, I just don't think I can do this right now."

"Do what? Coke? Because you shouldn't."

"No. JJ. I- I mean us. You know?" I try to sound as sweet as I possibly can. "I've just got too much going on. It's not you. I just cant with anyone right now." I continued.

"Oh. Um. Well. Okay.. I'm sorry." He replies, with his eyes starting to water. He turns his head away as a tear drips down his skin.

"No. I'm sorry JJ."

He gets up, feeling a string of emotion, overpowering him. He opens the window and shuts it without a word.

"Shit." I mumble to myself, as I go back, leaning towards my side table with a rolled
up dollar. Finishing another line.

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