The girl next door, - ᴛ.ᴋᴀᴜʟɪᴛᴢ

chapter fifty-four.

• JACKS SMIRKING REVENGE - THE DUST BROTHERS

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As we walked in, there was a visible stain on the g-string that you could see with the micro skirt on. It was red and a milky white. The signs were obvious, and the chatter was bad, but the looks were worse.

"Raymond, I want to go home," I whispered, my eyes welling up again. He rolled his eyes, ignoring my plea. "To what home?" He asked, looking towards me. "You can't always have such an easy life."

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I looked up at him but didn't say anything as he led me through a crowd of drunken people. We approached a doorframe where a few men were rolling blunts and drinking, and some others passed out.

"Well, who the fuck is this?" One of the men said, gesturing to me while I watched his tongue glide across the paper to roll a blunt. "She's nobody. Can I buy some shit?" He asked, pulling out some cash. "What do you want?"

"I don't know, man, fucking Fenty or something." He furrowed his eyebrows before being handed some pills. He gave the man a nod, grabbing my arm and dragging me to sit down in the kitchen, on a table. "Swallow it." He said as he grabbed a pill.

"Don't want it." I declined, turning my head away. "You said you wanted to go home? I'll take you back to whoever you want. Just take the goddamn pill."

I took it into my palm, glancing down at it for a moment.

It was colourful, with little engravements on it. It almost looked like a piece of candy, something you'd find on Halloween or some shit. I remember Seb telling me he took these when he was 12, after he almost broke his legs from jumping off the roof with Mario.

I looked up at Ray before placing it on my tongue and swallowing it.

"When is it going to kick in?" I asked, closing my eyes for a moment at the overwhelming sickness I'd just gotten from the pill. I glanced back up at him, sucking in a deep breath. "Give it 15 minutes."

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I leaned in close to the dirty bathroom mirror, taking in my pin-sized pupils and pale, dry lips.

After about an hour of drinking, the pills, and the fentanyl to top It off, all of my worries had flooded away. I felt at bliss.

It was... different than meth. This felt euphoric. I was so dazed that I couldn't think or take a minute to consider what I did. I just did it.

"It feels good, doesn't it?" Ray questioned, standing behind me with his hand holding my face in place. I pulled away, blinking. "Do you have any more?"

"Woah, babe. Give it a few more hours." He smirked, his eyes flickering towards my g-string for a moment before he stepped back. He leaned back against the wall, watching me quietly. I placed a hand on my face, my eyes closing before I moved it down to my chest. My heart was beating irregularly fast.

I sucked in a breath, looking down for a minute before breathing out slowly. I then turned, walking out beside Raymond. He passed me a plastic cup of... whatever. But I drank it anyway.

When we slumped onto a couch, he instantly placed his hand on my thigh and leaned in, kissing my neck. I gently pushed him away, removing his hand and looking away with a frown. "I don't want to."

"You don't decide that. Have a drink, loosen up."

I looked at him, then at the drink he was holding out. before I could grab it, he pointed to something. I looked over to the boy seizing by his friends, a blank expression on my face.

When I looked back at him, he passed over the drink, and I chugged it down immediately. But this time, he just undid his belt. "Give me your arm."

"What? No, I've used up all of my smack." I muttered. He furrowed his eyebrows, leaning his hand into his pocket and pulling out a baggie. "Give me your arm," he repeated.

I reluctantly leaned, holding out my arm and watching him with a pained expression as he grabbed a bottle cap and dirty needle off of the floor. He then grabbed a lighter off of a man next to him.

I looked away.

The boy was still seizing. He was foaming at the mouth, and his friends were looking at each other and nudging the boy with their foot. But he just started puking and twitching.

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My eyes then flickered to Raymond, clutching the torn leather of the couch as he pushed the whole needle into my arm.

I had used everywhere already. Between my fingers and toes, on my thighs, on my arms, on my neck, but where he'd done, it made a pool of blood directly form at my arm.

"Shit-," He cussed, tugging it out of my arm and holding his finger against the puncture.

My happiness faded once I felt the sharp pain, and I heard the quiet chatter around me, and I just completely shut down before leaning back, my head down.

"Mandy?"

"Uhm, shit," Raymond cussed. "Mandy?"

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I didn't want to reply. there was just this sudden sadness flowing over me. My eyes went to the side, then to the other before I stood up, walking off.

"The fuck are you doing?" Raymond furrowed his eyebrows, quickly following behind me. When I turned the corner, my hand went over my arm before I fell down onto the kitchen floor.