𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 || 𝙰𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗 𝙱𝚞𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚛

31 - Mr. Percocet

TW; DRUG USE, HALLUCINATIONS
18+ ONLY MDNI
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I barely recognize you when you wake up in the morning
Must be someone else's eyes that I look into every night

You're only kind when you're all fucked up
You're only mine till your high is gone

But I wish you'd still love me when your drugs wear off in the morning

Mr. Percocet - Noah Cyrus
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ASPEN

Nox finally left and we were stocked up on all of our party favors. I didn't expect for Austin to put me on the spot like that, so I just chose the ones we'd been taking. I trailed a fingertip along the granite countertop then tapping it a couple times, "So... what's this 'deal' you and Nox have going?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"It's none of your business." Austin replied bluntly, filtering through the stash. I knitted my brows at his tone, then observing his stiff body language - sharp, broad shoulders and angular, clenched jawline. In the short amount of time I had known him, I'd never seen or heard him like that. His voice was usually soft, gentle.

"Okay..." I trailed off, "You feeling alright?"

His jaw somehow clenched even tighter than it was before, and his brows angled downward not even looking at me. "Yeah, I'm fucking fine." He spat back and cracked open one of the new bottles of Percocets, pouring some into his hand and knocking them back with a swig of his water bottle.

I pressed my lips together into a straight line, "Got it." I nodded, nervous to press any further. Of course, I'd had men talk to me like that many times before, but it wasn't something I ever expected from him. Nox must've really gotten under his skin.

We went about our day as we had for the past couple weeks, getting high. The only difference was that he barely talked to me, he rarely even looked at me.

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That went on for the next few weeks. I even went home a couple times from how unwanted I felt or how much we fought. Each time I was sure it would be the end of our little affair, but he'd always call me the next day and beg for me to come back. And I'd always return because well, he was fun, most of the time - when he was good, when we were high. He made me laugh harder than I thought possible and actually looked at me like a human. He didn't look right through me like most people did, like most men did. He didn't look at me like a sex object, he saw me for me. You really get to know someone when you're on constant benders together and he never shied away from any of my demons, and I didn't shy away from his. We were good when we were good, under any other circumstances, in any other life, we'd be perfect for each other.

In another timeline, this would be love.

Then he'd flip like a dime, and I could barely recognize him. Especially in the mornings, god the mornings were the worst - before he got any substance in his body, when he was freshly sober. Or when we ran through our stashes.

Like yesterday when we ran out everything -

A pillow flew past my calf, but I dodged it with a swift hop over. He raked fingers through his overgrown dirty blonde hair, "I know you took them Aspen just fucking tell me." He growled.

I shook my head, pulling my arms into myself while I watched him stalk towards me, "I didn't Austin, you know I didn't. I don't even like them!" My voice coming out weaker than I would've liked.

"So, you're saying I was the one who finished this whole bottle in 5 days?" Holding up the empty bottle with his brows slanted down emphasizing just how sharp and hollow his features had become.