Hidden Behind Walls

Chapter 13: Too high for this

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Clayton P.O.V

When I pulled in front of the mansion I abruptly felt bad for the renovators this wasn't gonna be a fun mess to fix again. I took a moment to breathe contemplating. My fingers drummed against the steering wheel. I start to reach for the shift but a shadow falls over me.

The cocky grin that was so normal, so second nature was planted on Blaze's face. Annoying bum, always appearing when I was so close to taking the high road. He swished his glass cup in front of my eyes.

"King Clay, decided to make an appearance" Blaze laughed. Ok, starting the ignition. He places a hand on my shoulder, his expression turns serious. "Your arm" he whispered sharply. He took my bicep into his hand and inspected the wound. "He hasn't stopped has he, come inside we're patching you up" Blaze sighs his eyes were dark ,forlorn.

I followed him into the mansion. As I wandered after him I added sarcastically, "Hey, it was one of the good days." Blaze glanced at me and shook his head with a frown. The mansion was pulsating and strobe lights lit up the whole entirety of the makeshift dance floor. They'd turned this place into a club basically. Drunk girls pulled at Blaze's clothing beckoning for him to come their way. Blaze loosened their grips and kept trudging on.

"Blaze" a burly guy shouts running up to him. Blaze shoots a one moment look at me and I nod at him. They start a hushed conversation and I turn away from them observing. The guy was most likely had something to do with Blaze's drug dealing and I wasn't getting inserted into any of that.

The dance floor was tightly packed with people rubbing against each other with zero space between their bodies. It was like sex with everything on. My focus switched back to Blaze. He was talking heatedly to the burly guy. In the end he clapped the guy on the back with a laugh and a grin. The man sauntered off into the darkness where he had appeared. Blaze took hold of me once again leading me away from the crowd.

He led me to a kitchen, motioned for me to sit on the table top and I obliged. I took in what was happening in the kitchen. There were couples making out unabashedly and they're clothing seemed to slowly peel away from their bodies. A few stragglers came to the beer barrel and poured the alcohol into their glasses. They downed the glasses like water, their poor poor livers.

Blaze returned to me holding a kit, and set it down beside me. He popped it open and got to work. He rolled up my shirts sleeve and patted the wound down with antiseptic. He dressed the wound and soon enough he was patting my thigh, a signal that he was indeed done. I jumped off the granite tabletop and brushed off my pants wincing at the movement.

"You're all patched up now" Blaze remarks steadily placing all the supplies back into the kit. Once he finished he hands it to some passerby, who takes it and leaves. Though the place was very raw, Blaze held a position of power of the sort. It was like he reigned even in chaos...especially chaos. So maybe Blaze was making use of his charm, just not the conventional way. He looks me over and nudges behind him.

"You look like you need a blunt" he mutters with a shake of his head. Ok, but he's still a stoner thick and thin.

"I look like I need to get the fuck out of here quickly" I respond.

"Well, so much for being soft" Blaze murmurs with a slight smirk. I send him a crooked smile and he returns it.

"Are you sure cause you seem to need to take your mind of things...get away for a while" Blaze adds slowly clearly uncertain of my reaction.