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Zoella's P.o.V
The cravings were back. Vlad was going to kill me. Those were the first words to pop into my head when I woke up. Not how I was doing. Not questioning why I was in a bed that wasn't mine. Not how I was in Nolan's house. Nope. It was how Vlad was going to kill me.
I gasped at the feeling. "C-Cravings."
Vlad was pissed. "No. Not again!" Fuck. My. Life.
"Keep it down," Nolan said sternly as he quickly came over to the opposing side of the bed that Vlad was on. "How're you feeling Shredder?"
Was he fucking kidding me? Wave after wave of nausea wiped over me and I was sweating like Niagra Falls.
"How do you think I feel dickwad?" I may have just been a little sarcastic to him.
"Sorry," Nolan said, putting his hands up in the air and walking backward. I ignored him and looked over to Vlad. I felt like shit and it wasn't because I was knocked out for a couple of hours.
"Vlad...I need it." I needed this shitting feeling to go away. If I went home like this, Gage will surely know that I was going through withdrawals. He may know that I was beaten by our parents, but he sure as hell will not find out that I was used as their drug tester.
"No, I'm not going through this again!" Vlad was being real stern about this. I could understand, though, but it was also pissing me off.
"What are you guys talking about? What cravings?" Nolan questioned. It wasn't till then that I remembered that he was here.
"She was addicted," Vlad answered for me, not entirely focusing on Nolan's question.
"What was she addicted to?" He asked, prying into my problems.
"I was addicted to heroin." If you looked close enough, you could still see the track marks.
I looked up at him, ready to see the disgust on his face, but it wasn't there. It looked like he was in deep thought. I shrugged it off and grabbed my head. The nausea was back and it felt ten times worse than when I was trying to get clean. I was shaking and I could almost feel the vomit pushing its way up my throat.
"Vlad." I groaned, thinking back to my brother. "Gage is going to be pissed. What the fuck am I going to do? He's gonna know." I whimpered.
"Like I said before. Tell him."
"H-He's gonna be pissed." I stuttered. "He'd go in for murder."
"They're already in jail," Vlad said.
"He has connection dumbass. You know his position."
There was a pause before Nolan broke the silence. "Who's Gage?"
I pursed my lips. "No one," I grumbled, wishing that I could just shoot up.
"Fuck. I need something to shoot up." I grumbled, speaking my thoughts. I was just about to get out of bed when Vlad pushed me back down.
"If you shoot up, I will make sure that the entire Russian Mob is on your ass, you got that?" He growled.
I grumbled swears under my breath and looked at him. "Whatever." I knew he wasn't lying about that seeming it's happened before.
This was going to be a long road to recovery. I thought to myself. I laid back down on the bed and let sleep consume me.
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FML! This is such a shitty chapter, I can't even deal with it... :( At least you find out a little more about Zoella and her past. The next chapter will be longer. Anyway, happy New Year!!!
Word Count: 568
Published: Wednesday, January 13, 2016
Edited On: 4/1/17
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