you're such a dream to me...
not your typical love story.
inspired by Ariana Grande's r.e.m & the movie Baby Driver.
Chris Brown story ❤️
i suck at descriptions but the story speaks for itself. I PROMISE!
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Date: December 2nd Time: 10:21 PM Location:Blaze's Apartment
"Ay, told me about all your insecurities, for what? Dragged me like two hours to your family's house, for what? Said you need some time, but I should stick around, for what?"
The room felt like it was caving in, the walls pressing closer, making it harder to fucking breathe. I didn't even remember sitting down, but I was, sunk into the loveseat like the weight of Rabbit's words had physically knocked me off my feet. Everything around me moved too fast. Between Kaylee and Rabbit hovering over Jazelle, and their voices blurring together, too rushed, too frantic. It made the whole scene feel distorted and unreal.
My hands flexed against my thighs, fingers digging into the denim, trying to ground myself, but the second Rabbit's voice echoed in my head again, the world tilted all over.
Travis got her addicted to percs.
That shit didn't even make sense. I knew Travis had broken her, had done things to her I could never take back, but this? This was something else. This was something deeper, something that meant he still had his fucking grip on her even now. After we dragged her away from him, after she was supposed to be safe.
Why didn't I see the fucking signs?
Jazelle had been walking around with this, carrying this shit, and I had no idea. Every excuse, every brush-off, every time I looked at her and felt like something was off but convinced myself I was just overthinking, it was right there in front of me the entire time.
A sharp pressure built behind my skull, my pulse roaring so loud it drowned out the rest of the room. My head dropped into my hands, fingers pressing hard against my temples, trying to stop the spiral, but the thoughts came anyway, relentless, suffocating.
She's going through withdrawal.
She's been lying to you.
She's just like your mom.
That last thought hit like a bullet straight to the chest. No. I gritted my teeth so hard my jaw ached. No. Jazelle wasn't my mother. She wasn't.
But addiction didn't give a fuck about who you were. It didn't care about love, or promises, or how badly you wanted to save somebody. It took, and took, and took until there was nothing left.
A sudden pressure against my leg snapped me out of it, warm and solid, calming me in a way nothing else could in the moment. I flinched before my eyes flicked down on Gage. His big, dark eyes locked onto mine, filled with concern. He rested his head against my knee, tail thumping lightly against the floor, like he could feel the storm raging inside me. He let out a soft whine, nudging me just enough to pull me back from the edge.
