Addict. (DNF ANGST)

Chapter 11

♡George pov♡

Clay and I rode the train and began walking back to my apartment.

"George, we can go back to the campus, and you can stay at my place." He offered.

I shook my head.

"I have to work tonight, anyway." He mumbled.

"I don't think you should be at home, though." He told me.

"He's at work. He won't be home until later, but I'll be at work by then." I said.

"What time do you get off? I'll come pick you up." He offered.

I sighed.

"Midnight." I stated.

"I'll see you then, George." He said.

He walked away, and I went into my building. I couldn't help but smile.

I like the way he says my name. It makes me feel happy and warm inside. I still don't understand why I feel this way. I'm not in love with him. I simply just think he's cute and I'd fuck him. That's all. Every guy my age is immature and not relationship material. That's why I'm dating someone much older than me.

I got to my apartment and unlocked the door. I went to the couch and laid down.

I haven't been high in days. My body hurts so bad.

I sighed and got off the couch. I found a needle and heroin and shot up before returning to the couch.

I don't think Clay knows about the heroin. I know he's smelled the Marijuana on me before. I don't think he would be very happy if he found out about the harder stuff.

♡Hours later♡

I got dressed for work and left the house. I knew Miguel would be here to give me a ride. I left the building and spotted his car. I got in the passenger seat.

"Do I remind you of him?" He asked.

"Who?" I replied.

"Your stepdad." He stated.

I swallowed my spit nervously and looked down at my lap.

"I looked up his mugshot earlier. We look alike. Is that why you wanted me so bad?" He asked.

"I don't know." I mumbled.

"You probably liked it." He said.

"What?" I asked, dumbfounded.

"You probably liked what he did to you." He stated.

"Miguel, I was twelve." I said quietly.

"So? Look at you now. Clearly, you liked it. You're dating a guy who looks just like him and you only fuck older men. You really liked it, didn't you?" He asked.

Is that why I find attraction to older men? Did I really like it? Have I always just been a slut?

He started to drive. I wrapped my arms around myself and kept my head down.

Maybe Miguel is right. Maybe I did like it.

We soon arrived at the club. He didn't kiss me goodbye, as usual, and I went inside.

"Hey, George!" One of the bartenders greeted.

I gave him a nod, and he waved me over.

I've never really talked to him before.

"Hey, after you perform, do you think I could give you a drink on the house?" He asked, giving me a smile.

I smiled as well.