~Somebody Save Me~$crim

O Pana!

Three am flashed brightly across the screen of my phone as I tried to adjust my eyes to the daunting glow. Scott currently was faced down against the coffee table, snorting the largest line of Percocet mixed with cocaine I had ever seen. Ruby, oh sorry, I mean Aristos, was nodding off beside me on the small sofa. Once Scott and I had finished our little talk outside we finished off the rest of the movie until announcing it was time to up the vibes. Ari didn't waste any time in busting out with the bottle of pills while I found myself suddenly feeling more alive than ever. 

The high that I was currently on didn't seem like it was going to ever end. "Fuck, that's some good shit. You want some Sunny?" My mind was racing. I hadn't done coke in over a month, I had just gotten adjusted to the pills again. But fuck it, what harm could it really do me? I grinned sheepishly, kneeling down beside him as he racks up a smaller line. "Bombs away shorty." One, two, three-fuck! I pull back almost instantly as the mixture floods directly into my bloodstream, making my brain fog up. I choke back a little, rubbing at my stinging nostrils hoping to ease the sensation.

Euphoric, numb, mind altering.

I fall back into the soft cushions of the couch, the gnawing feeling that my eyes were bulging out of my skull remained immanent. Scott lays back beside me, lazily draping his arm over my shoulders and pulling me into his side. He smelled fucking amazing and looked even better than before. "Just enjoy the ride girl, it won't get any better than what it feels like right now." My words come out slightly mumbled and a little fast as I try to respond to him. "Scott, why'd you wanna kill yourself today? You literally have almost everything someone could want. Cars, fame, a house, drugs, and I'm sure plenty of girls. Why'd you wanna end it?" His face hardens immediately, obviously signaling that I touched a nerve I most certainly shouldn't have.

 But to my surprise he doesn't shove me away from him or tell me to fuck off like I thought he would. Instead he runs his free hand through his tangled mess of dreads and lets out a very exasperated sigh. "Because I don't like myself. Because no matter what I own or who I am, I'll never fully like me. That's why I do drugs, because I don't have to worry about feeling shit. I figured if I just ended it I wouldn't have to deal with shit anymore, I wouldn't have to give a fuck about how I felt. But seeing you changed all that, I told you already." His words are sloppy, slurred, but I still get exactly what the fuck he meant. Because I felt the exact same way about myself, except I didn't have the glitz or the glamour like he did to fall back on. "None of that shit even matters, none of that shit made me happy."

At that moment I wasn't sure how to answer back, mostly because I couldn't feel my face except for the lingering throb felt in my gums. I wanted more. But it wasn't mine to use and I couldn't just impose, I was a guest. Thankfully Scott most have read my mind as soon enough he's racking up another rail only this time he divides it in half. "One more for you, one more for me." I smile at him before leaning back over the table and deeply inhaling the last of the powder. "Damn, you look fucking hot with your nose covered in white. Scoot over, my turn." My cheeks burn bright red at his comment as he quickly ingests the final blow. I was never one for being affectionate, especially towards complete fucking strangers.

 But right now, at this particular moment in time, I was ready to do just about damn near anything if Scott asked me to do it. "Goddamn I'm fucking flying. You good over there little one?" Little one, cute. I guess it would make more sense to people if they got an idea of just who I was. My name is Sunny Ashton, I'm twenty six years old, 110 pounds, and a little over five foot. To be honest, I looked like a fucking child to most except I was covered in tattoos and a few piercings. I also had long black hair, green eyes, and fair skin. I'm French Cajun and Native American. Give you a better idea now? Good. "

Yeah I'm absolutely perfect. Is Aristos alright over there?" He turns his head slowly, seeing his cousin totally slumped over the arm of the sofa now, practically drooling everywhere. "Shit. Ari! Aye you good over there?" A comatose Ruby just gives his best attempt at a nod in reply before returning to his deep sleep. I on the other hand was floating, my head way up in the clouds. The only thing that brought me back down to reality was the minute Scott's hand lingered over to my thigh. He started to nonchalantly rub his thumb over it, my skin succumbing to the goosebumps that started to course throughout my entire body. I didn't dare meet his gaze but it was growing harder to fight off any sort of pleasuring feeling that I was starting to develop. Fuck, this isn't good.

"It's already about to be five in the fuckin morning, there's no use in you going home now. Why don't you just crash here for the rest of the morning? Ari won't mind and I know I certainly wouldn't either." The hoarseness in his voice was seething with lust as he started to stroke his hand softly along my leg. I bit down on my lip nervously, finally letting my eyes meet his. They were wide and completely black, only a tinge of blue could be noticed. The way he licked over his lips drove me fucking insane and caused a deep ache between my legs. There wasn't any doubt about it in my mind, of course I was going to stay. "I'd love to, if you really don't mind." He doesn't speak, he shoots up from his spot beside me with a deviant smirk as he grabs onto my hand firmly. I let him lead the way swiftly up the small flight of stairs directly to his bedroom.

 The walls are black, the curtains are black, not a single spec of light can be seen from the outside, only the rays of a dull lamp flickering in the distance inside. His bed is huge and from the looks of it exceedingly comfortable. Multiple pillows and blankets piled high, just how I liked it. "Here, wear these. Bathroom is right there." He has a pair of black shorts and a t-shirt in his hand which I take rather slowly as he points right behind me. I was in skinny jeans and a hoodie, definitely not sleep material although I've managed to pull it off before. I mutter a thanks before doing as he instructs me to and locking myself in the cramped bathroom to change.

The shirt fit snug against my frame while the shorts hugged my curves beautifully, I couldn't be happier with the outcome. When I reemerged out into his room, Scott was already cozied up in a corner, his eyes tightly shut. Well, so much for any ideas I had planned. I crept in quietly next to him, careful not to disturb his peace. Only when I felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around my waist suddenly, I tensed up a bit. "Don't worry, I ain't gonna hurt you girl. Damn, you look even fucking sexier in my clothes too." He murmured into the crook of my neck as he snuggled up against me. I felt myself relaxing more into his embrace as his shallow breathing tickled my bare skin. "Why thank you, I think I do too. And I'm not worried, not the least bit." When he doesn't reply I knew then that he had completely fallen asleep. I only hoped that when the time came for him to wake up did he not regret inviting this stranger into his bed.