Addict. (DNF ANGST)

Chapter 2

♡George pov♡

"Your friend was hot. Would he wanna work for me?" Miguel asked as we got in his car.

I scoffed, putting on my seatbelt.

"He's not like that." I mumbled.

As far as I'm concerned, Karl is still a virgin. There's no way in hell he would work for Miguel.

"You don't have to be such a bitch about it." Miguel muttered.

"I'm not being a bitch." I replied.

He drove away from the restaurant and started towards our apartment complex. He swerved in and out of lanes while I tried to light up a cigarette.

"Stop fucking driving like that. I can't even light my goddamn cigarette." I said.

I finally got it lit and cracked the window. I took a long drag off of it. He held out 2 fingers, and I gave it to him. He took a drag and handed it back. His hand rested on my upper thigh as he drove. We pulled into the parking lot and got out of the car.

That guy Karl was with was really hot. I think Karl said his name was Clay. I've seen him around a couple of times, but I've never really paid attention to him. I think he's in a few of my classes.

Miguel and I went into the building and up the multiple flights of stairs. We walked down the hallway and to our apartment door. The couple next door was arguing again.

Their fights never got phsycial like ours.

We went inside our apartment, and I shut the door behind us.

Miguel is more my pimp than my boyfriend. He treats me like shit most of the time.

He went into the bedroom and then came out, looking angry.

"George, where the hell is that blunt I rolled?" He asked.

"I smoked it." I replied.

I walked into the living room to watch TV. He grabbed my arm tightly. I turned around to face him.

"Let go of me." I demanded.

He slapped me hard across the face. I stumbled, but he held my arm so I wouldn't fall. I felt my eyes watering from the stinging pain. The tears slid down my face, and I looked up at him. I hit him back.

"I said let go of me!" I yelled.

He grabbed my hair, and I hit him again.

"Stop!" I screamed.

He slammed me against the wall, knocking the air out of my lungs. I gasped for air as more tears ran down my face.

"Are you done you little bitch?" He muttered.

"Fuck you." I replied.

He let go of me and shoved me to the ground.

"Get ready for work, slut." He demanded.

He left the apartment, and I assumed it was to go buy another blunt.

It's not my fault. I needed to get high, and it was just sitting out in the open. I sat up and pulled myself off the ground. My head was pounding.

"Fuck." I muttered.

I pulled my phone from my pocket and went to his contact.

●Me: Can u get me more pls?

●Miguel: Call up your regular. I've got shit to do before I take you to work anyway. I just saw him. He's not busy.

I groaned in frustration and threw my phone aside.