Addict. (DNF ANGST)

Chapter 4

♡George pov♡

I woke up on the floor again. I don't remember why I was on the floor. I either got beat or I passed out from the drugs I'd taken.

I sat up and saw the place was trashed.

Miguel was mad. I remember that.

There was a needle on the floor next to me. My arm had a bit of blood around the vein.

Great. I shot up. That's probably why I don't remember.

"Are you up?"

I quickly turned around to see one of my regulars coming out of the bedroom. I pulled myself off the ground.

"What the fuck are you still doing here?" I asked.

"You called me and we got fucked up." He told me.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"Midnight." He replied.

"Get out." I demanded.

He raised his hands defensively before leaving. I walked into my room and to my closet. I took off my slutty clothes I was wearing from yesterday. I put on a sweatshirt and athletic shorts and left my room. I left the apartment and walked down the hall. I went downstairs and left. I started walking down the sidewalk. I arrived at the subway and went down the stairs. There were a couple of people lingering around waiting for the train.

I'm sure all the bars downtown are still open.

The train soon arrived, and I got on with everyone else. I sat down and pulled out my phone.

No texts or calls. Just some stupid emails from my professor, begging me to come over.

I won't be doing that.

I put my phone away and sighed. The train arrived at my stop, and I got off. I went up the stairs and on the sidewalk. I saw the same couple from the previous day, walking hand in hand.

I hope they get married someday. They seem so happy and in their own world. Like nothing bothered them.

I walked past them and soon found an open bar. I went in and went up to the counter. I sat on a stool.

"George." The bartender stated.

"Hey." I replied.

"The usual?" He asked.

I nodded, and he started making my drink. He finished and slid it across the counter to me.

"Miguel working tonight?" He asked.

"I don't know." I answered honestly.

He nodded and began talking to someone else. I kept to myself, drinking my drink. I finished, and the bartender made me another one.

He's a good guy. He's stopped guys from drugging me a couple of times.

I finished that drink, and soon enough, I was on my 5th.

"Hey."

I looked to my left to see a guy sitting next to me. He looked to be late 20s.

"Hi." I replied.

"Can I buy you a drink?" He asked, slurring his words a bit.

"No, I should probably stop." I told him.

He nodded and admired me. I felt my stomach flutter.

He's hot.

"You're hot." I stated.

He smiled.

"Thanks. So are you." He replied.

He did end up buying me another drink. He bought one for himself as well.