addicted|| corey haim

chapter 8// bad habits

Arabellas POV

It was the first time I had ever seen him like that. I saw the dissapointment in his eyes. He saw the fear in mine.
Then, I knew I had to help.

1 hour earlier---

I decided since I had not seen Corey in a few days, to surprise him at his house. I slipped on a pair of my denim easy jeans, and a blue blouse, tied at the bottom of course .

I put my hair in a simple french braid with a silver scrunchie at the bottom.
I took my car keys off the little tray in the living room and I was off.

I turned on my Dirty Dancing soundtrack and listened to 'Be my Baby" by the Ronettes.

I turned down the windows letting the wind sweep through my hair, I could taste the salty breeze.

I had finally took a turn where Corey's place was. I went up to the front door but noticed it was already creaked open. Instantly, a shudder of concern flew over me.

What If someone broke in? Is he alright?

I called out his name, my voice was shaking a bit.

"Corey?" I called out. No response.

I took advantage of that door being open and let myself in. I called out once more , " Corey? " I told him.

I heard a low moan from his room and instantly rushed up the stairs.

What I saw, was unimaginable.

Corey was laying on the ground , an empty syringe in his hand, his eyes moving around slowly, and a bit of spit dribbled down his chin.

"C-Corey?" I managed to say, putting my hand over my mouth.

" Ohh, It's Bellsss." he slurred out , his words almost uncomprehensible.

"Corey, what have you done? Why are you like this?" I took the empty syringe and put it on top of the desk.

"Bellsss, You werent supposed to.... come... till, late...r. " I could barely understand him.

"Snap out of it , Corey. "

He looked me in the eyes, his baby blue eyes full of confusion. He realized what was happening.

He managed to reach out his shaking hand on my cheek and whisper , "You cannot ... see me.. like... this." he slurred out.

Fear and pain in his eyes, I sensed it all. He was on heroin.

Did he have a serious issue?

I pulled him closer to me , until his head was resting in my lap, and I was stroking my fingers through his dirty blonde hair.

I leaned into his ear, and whispered, knowing he was too high to hear me , " I will help you through this, I will not leave you."

A tear escaped and rolled down my cheek as I saw him trying to make out words, slurring on practically every phrase he said.

It was so terrible to see him like this, I just wanted to help him, and these

bad habits.