Money, Power, Glory (Terry Silver Fanfic)

Chapter 8

Maybe love does blind humanity, or maybe it's the side effects of drugs. It is a well-known fact that love and drugs do not mix well together. It is just not meant to be. Maybe it is the same case for Terry and I. No matter how often I attempt to tell him how I truly feel about him, it will never happen. 

"Hey, you ready to hit the road?" Terry asked leaning into the door frame with his hand. 

"Yes. How did Danny Boy take the training?" 

He chuckled out of content, "Boy, he took it too well. He's coming back tomorrow!" he announced cheerfully. I smiled at his excitement. He approached me taking a seat next to me, scooting himself closer, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. I buried my face into the gap between his shoulder and chin. 

"What method are you gonna use on him?" I whispered. 

"The Wooden Man method," he answered. I took my face out of the gap looking at him in surprise, "What?" 

"You are using the Wooden Man method on a teenage boy? Damn it, Terry. Aren't you taking it too far? He's still a kid after all," I argued. 

"You are oversimplifying things, Lana. We are talking about a teenage boy that destroyed the life of John. Of our John. I asked you to join me in bringing justice to John and destroying those punks who wronged him. And now you are here by your own will. Helping me conspire against these jackasses for weeks. And now you think I'm taking it too far?"

He was right. I did help him conspire against an old man and a teenage boy in hopes of bringing justice to Johny. I looked down at the floor in deep thought. Terry grabbed my chin making me look at him, "We are doing all this for John. You remember that, Lana." 

"You are right, Terry. I have just been overthinking about unnecessary things lately for no reason. I- don't know," I shrugged. 

"If that is the case, I know just the right medicine for that." 

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Before returning to his place, we quickly stopped by the liquor store. When we got home, everything was too chaotic even to remember. We drank until we could barely walk and did lines until we could barely think. 

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My head was pounding. My throat felt sore and my eyelids dry. I opened my eyes. I found myself lying on the marble floor of the bathroom. I pulled myself up using the counter. When I looked at myself in the mirror I almost did not recognize myself. There were dark circles under my eyes and my hair was extremely messy. 

I looked down at the toilet bowl to find vomit. I groaned flushing the vomit. 

When I walked out of the bathroom into my bedroom, I found the bedroom extremely messy. The bedcovers were on the floor, and a few of my clothes were as well. I flopped myself onto the bed closing my eyes, instantly falling asleep. 

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Journaling seemed to help my thoughts a bit. I may not remember what the hell happened last night due to me being black-out drunk, but I do remember my feelings for Terry. With each passing day, I found myself infatuated with him. Although the fact that I'm helping him torture a teenage boy and an old man, I still can't help but love him. It feels like a curse loving a man like him. A guilty pleasure maybe? My mind can't think right now. All those drinks I have drank, all the drugs I am taking, and all the passionate fucks we have been having are messing with my way of thinking. 

"Lana!" I heard Terry shout my name inside the bathroom. I practically leaped out of bed and hid my journal deep beneath my clothes inside my suitcase. I opened the door, "What?"

"I think I left my robe on the bed. Will you get that for me, Lana?" he asked kindly with his head sticking out of the foggy shower door. 

"Sure," I went back to the room to retrieve his robe for him. When I handed him his robe, he pulled me towards him using the other end of the robe to give me a quick peck before putting in his robe. I chuckled at his gesture. 

I went back to our bedroom picking off where I stopped reading my book. Terry came out of the bathroom in the robe I gave him and rummaged through the closet. "Looking for something?" I asked. 

"Yeah, uh have you seen my belt with the silver buckle? I can't seem to find it," he answered while rummaging through the closet aimlessly. I chuckled under my breath. 

"Oh, you mean this?" I teased holding up the belt in the air. Terry turned around in relief. He tried to take it from my hand before I swiftly moved my hand back in time to prevent him from grabbing the belt. "One kiss and maybe I'll give it back." 

He chuckled, "How about two?" He asked slowly leaning in and collapsing his lips onto mine. He pulled away for a brief moment and pulled back in again; completing the two kisses. He went back toward the closet and started getting dressed in his formal attire. 

"You have a meeting with the board?" I asked. 

"Yeah, sadly," he answered while fixing the collar of his blouse. "I was thinking about taking you shopping. We haven't done that in a while," he said putting on his ascot. 

I perked up in excitement, "Oh! I would love to go shopping!"

"Oh, I know you would," he grabbed my face with both of his hands giving me a quick peck on the lips. "I'll let Milos know where to meet me after the meeting. He will take you." 

"Alright, I'll see you in two?" 

"Most definitely." 

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A/N: I apologize for such a short chapter. I am running out of ideas. Don't forget to vote and comment suggestions on what events should take place in the story. Thank you in advance!