The Chemistry goes on

Chapter Thirty Seven- "Do Whatever The Fuck You Want"

A/N

hi there.

You have no idea how good it feels to be back, I'm so sorry for everyone that has been sending me messages asking me to update. I came back from holiday to face my exam results and that's pretty stressful. I literally fell into depression mode after finding out I have to spend another year doing maths because I didn't get the grade... Fuck my life.

Then I started college which is super longggggg and super carefree must I say. It's so much better than school and I still have my girls with me and that's even better!

I can't begin to express how sorry i am, I'm a bitch for leaving and I promise I won't leave. I had major writing block and I literally ran out of anything to write. But one day I got a message from a beautiful reader, who guessed it I was struggling with continuing this book. She gave me a wonderful idea, this was about 3 months ago and just a couple of days ago I started writing again.

It's been a while, so mind the lack of creative writing XD

Enjoy

-Z

Indiana's POV:

"What are you doing?" I slowly asked taking steps into the room

Lucas was topless with a glint of sweat running down his back. He was arched down to something I still couldn't figure out what. His back grew wide and sunk at his deep shallow breaths. The muscles flexed every time he breathed in. He stopped when he heard my voice, it quivered in the end. As if my conscious knew whatever he was doing was not good.

He turned around to face me, his eyes sleepy with the usual bags. His skin paler than usual and sweat running down his forehead. On the table below him was a small sack of white powder and a three white lines of the substance. The forth line was faded and almost all the substance was gone off that line.

I closed my eyes while my brain tried to function what the fuck was going on. I ran my hands through my hair hearing his heavy body walk towards me. I opened my eyes taking a step back away from his tall figure hovering over mine. He bit the side of his lips painfully his eyes flashing emotion.

"I thought you stopped" I whispered shaking my head, my back now pressed on the wall

He slid his hand through he's hair. He rested his hands on neck pressing his forehead to mine. His breath blowing on my face and his nose red. He opened his eyes, everything was bloodshot.

He was high.

"I'm sorry" he whispered his voice weary

I lightly pushed him off me, he sat down on the coach he was sitting on earlier. My eyes never left off his weak body as he dropped his back flat down. Was he going back to his old self? I cared for him a lot, and seeing him like this made my heart wrench.

I grabbed the pillow off the floor walking towards him. His eyes shut and his neck hanging off the couch. I lifted his head quickly slipping the pillow under and was a little shocked when he didn't even move. I pulled the blanket over his head and smiled a little after hearing light snores.

He made me so happy, but that all ended after my eyes landed back on the same table it all started on. Bob did once tell me that Lucas started drugs at a very young age and that he didn't have a good life as a kid. He lived with his two rich parents and a younger brother that they seemed to love more; Dean. They spent their days comparing Dean to Lucas. Dean was a bad kid, but no one knew, he's parents thought he was an angel. In fact him as Lucas were the same. He grew up as an angry kid, with no love so his only family was the street. No one could blame him.