Warning! Adult scenes ahead involving drugs and overdose.
Hot... Heat... Smoke... Hot...Smoke... SMOKE!!
I jump and throw the covers off my head, that nasty morning glare aimed straight into my eyes. At first I thought it was a dream but I am still able to smell the smoke.
" MATTHEW!" I call out, still disoriented from sleep and temporary blindness. I scrambled off the bed and slide to my knees, more like crashed on my knees but I got up anyway.
The smoke lingered above my bed, all around the room, seemingly coming from the kitchen. So much that it caused me to cough.
" MATHEW FIRE!!" I yell in a panic and rush into the living room, panic and fright went straight out the window the second I turn the sharp corner. Now I'm only left speechless. I take my time processing what was in front of me, disgusted wasn't even a word I could use but alas, I couldn't find another now. What the fuck was Matthew thinking being around this shit!
On the gorgeous white couch that I usually eat, sleep and lounge, there sits Illya butt ass naked with a brunette equally as naked making out on the said fucking couch. I move towards the stove and turn it off, the source of the smoke were a few pieces of CRISP black bacon. The package where my bacon originated lie at my feet along with broken whole eggs, egg shells and half eaten bacon strips.
Second culprit is the other brunette snorting white powder off the countertop.
Tongue-tied and flabbergasted, I stood there for a few seconds, glaring at the nasty makeout session happening. Then back to the stove and the smoke hanging in the air, I sidestep all the broken things on the floor and slide the balcony door open.
Ran to the stove and turn it off, grabbing the hot skillet handle hurt like hell but I couldn't wait to find mitten.
" Did ugh who turns off the stove? I was using it..." The one in Matthew's boxer/ coke head, picks up the burnt frying pan and her hazy eyes found mine.
" Don't fucking turn it on again, wipe your fucking nose and get outta the kitchen." Her cheekbones were prominent, hollowed cheeks and sunken eyes, she had to be an addict, question is, what the fuck is she doing here...
I stomped towards Matthew's half open door and push it open, sending it slamming on the wall. His torso is almost off the bed, sprawled out and sleeping peacefully. I tried to look away from his morning wood pitching a tent but jesus, it is already branded into my brain from times many months ago.
" Wake the fuck up!" I yell and glare at him, he had the tallest bed frame to ever exist and he loved white sheets, no matter the season, the day, temperature or his mood, white sheets for the win.
" Matthew why yuh have mad people a burn down the apartment?" I ask annoyed that he is ignoring me, not even a grunt.
I grab ahold of his nipple and twist but he still does not respond, " Tink me a ramp wid yuh," I walk off in the direction of the kitchen and took a glass of ice water I see on the counter.
" Leave the fucking stove miss!" I shove her aside and turn the stove off again, I send the hot frying pan clattering in the sink. A quick glance at Illya on the floor make me roll my eyes, I wanted to hit one of them so bad. Yes they were high as fuck but why go this extent?!
I return to Matthew's side" You think I'm playing with you huh?" I splash the water on his face, expecting limbs flaying every where so I took a few steps back just incase.
Still Nothing...
I watch him closely half expecting him to grin or something, then like a fucking brick to the head it hit me, the glass cup falls from my hand and I turn his head from side to side with trembling hands.
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