Addicted {bxb}

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The headache that I had the next day was worse than any headache I had ever had before. It was never this bad but for some reason today was different. I sat up on my bed trying to recall the memories from yesterday but I couldn't. I always remember everything when I drink or do drugs but why was today different? I didn't have time to figure that out because that would only make my headache worse.

After finding the strength to get out of bed I made my way downstairs expecting to see my parents but soon found out that they weren't home. I checked my phone for the first time since I woke up to see if they left a message for me only they didn't.

I should be worried right? Is it weird to say that I wasn't worried?

Once I was standing in the kitchen, scrolling through my contacts trying to find Erica's name, I let out a sigh of relief when her name popped up to call me.

"I was just about to call you," I said once I answered the phone.

"Why?" she asked but I shrugged my shoulders. "Are your parents home?"

"No," I said, then ran my hand through my hair. "They didn't even text me. What about you?"

"Same here," she replied. "We should be worried right?"

I let out a sigh. "Most people would be," I said without a care. "Thanks as always for cleaning my house."

"No problem," Erica said. "Can I ask you something?"

"Uhh... yeah," I said, growing suspicious of the question as I made my way to sit on the barstool that was by the island.

"Do you remember anything from last night?"

"Nope," I replied.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, Erica. Which is weird because I remember everything even when I get fucked up."

It was silent between us and I had to check to make sure she didn't hang up. "Why do you ask?" I questioned her once my phone was back to my ear.

"Just thought I'd ask," she replied. "If your parents aren't going to be back home anytime today are you throwing another party?"

"I thought about it," I said, drawing circles on the countertop.

"Well if you do, text me."

"I will."

Without saying goodbye Erica hung up which I was used to because that was normal for us. I never said bye to anyone after a phone call and I was glad that Erica was the same. Being home alone was something I've been through before but today felt different. The house was quiet, empty, and clean. Throwing another party wouldn't be a bad thing but I knew I wouldn't have the energy to be around the big crowd again. When my phone received a notification I checked it to see what it was but couldn't help but roll my eyes when I saw that it was a message from Instagram.

Maricio Hawkk tagged you in their story.

I opened the app just to see what the hell he could have tagged me in but after watching the story I couldn't help but let out a scoff. It was a video of his parents and my own at an event that I know had to be from yesterday because my parents were wearing the same clothes they had on when they left.

"At least they're alive," I said to myself then turned off my phone.

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I decided to leave the house so that I could get high with Oscar and his cousin Randy in a park that was close to our neighborhood. It was always nice hanging out with them because they were the only people that I could call friends considering their family wasn't like mine or Erica's. They lived a much calmer life without having to go out in public undercover just like how I was right now.

"Dude for the millionth time," Oscar groaned, passing his blunt to Randy. "Lose the disguise. I'm positive no one is going to ask for an autograph."

"You'd be surprised," I scoffed, then took a hit from my cigarette.

"I don't know how you manage this life every day, Justin," Randy spoke up.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, pushing my eyebrows together.

"Living underneath the Park name," Randy clarified. "Knowing that your parents have such a big name and automatically everyone already knew your name. Something like that would make me want to change my name."

"I don't mind it," I said with a shrug. "If it weren't for my parents never being home I wouldn't be able to get fucked up whenever I want."

The three of us shared a laugh together then once it faded away I took the last hit from my cigarette before tossing it on the ground.

"Speaking of getting fucked up," I said while I stuffed my hands in my pockets. "I can't seem to remember anything from last night."

Oscar nearly choked on the smoke that he inhaled from what I said. "Wh- what?" he exclaimed. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah, and I remember everything."

"Damn I knew the coke was strong but I didn't think it was that strong," Oscar chuckled.

"I did coke?" I asked, wishing that I remembered that feeling at least.

"Yeah," Oscar said.

"Fuck," I muttered under my breath. "What happened?"

"Well while I was trying to shoot my shot at Elizabeth, some guy interrupted our high when he came rushing downstairs, his eyes flooding with tears," Oscar said and the way he described it I thought that he was lying.

"Someone was crying?" I asked and Oscar nodded. "At my party?" Oscar nodded again. "In my house?"

"Fuck. Yeah Justin," Oscar groaned.

"Someone must've got his weed wet," Randy chimed in with a chuckle. "That's the only time you'll see me crying."

"Probably," Oscar said with a laugh.

"Do you know who it was?" I asked, trying to bring the conversation back.

"Nope," Oscar said, bringing the blunt which was good enough for two more hits up to his lips. "I haven't seen him before."

I was starting to get another headache just from trying to recall what happened last night but I couldn't. My head was pounding and at any moment I felt like I was going to punch something. I don't know why this was bothering me so much but to find out that someone was crying at my party didn't sit right with me.

"Dude you good?" Oscar asked and when his arm bumped mine I stopped zoning out.

"Yeah," I said, running my hand through my hair. "Just hate that I don't remember having coke in my system again."

Oscar and Randy both laughed and Oscar's hand was on my shoulder. "I still got some more left," he said, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Tempting," I said with a smirk while I looked at him.

He let out another chuckle before taking the last hit then we stood in the same spot for a few more minutes before leaving to go about our day. But the whole way back to my house I was still thinking about what Oscar told me. Not that he had cocaine although that would've been a piece of information I wish he kept out but the fact that someone was crying. I didn't know anyone who was so soft and so fragile that would cry at my parties which stumped me. And still, I kept asking myself...

What the hell happened last night?

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