Am I Insane?

Worse than nicotine.

"That shipment better be out by tonight!" I barked, the man shrinking back. He nodded, looking guilty. "What the fuck are you waiting for, go!" I sneered. The man, who was uch older than myself, stumbled off. I flopped back into my seat with a grunt. "Somebody is stressed." My bestfriend, Catherina, teased. I groaned again. She sat on the large desk I sat behind and smiled. "You, need to calm down." She sighed. "Maybe a few drinks and stuff will relax those mucsles you got all tensed." She offered. I pursed my bright red lips and nodded. "Drinks will be good. Just gotta lock up." I said, relieved. She fist pumped and skipped out side, waiting for me.

"Check out my latest car!" I squealed. I hadn't had a chance to drive it yet, so this was a big deal. I fished out my keys and pressed on a button to open the large garage. Slowly the large metal door began to soundlessly pull open releaving my multiple sport cars. I grabbed Cat's hand and dragged her towards my newest, McLaren 650s. It was a fresh, crisp white paint which I loved. I swung the door open to reveal my black leather seats and the good ass sound system. So far, my favourite. My gorgeous companion stood beside me in awe. "This is beautiful, get me one!" She gasped. I laughed, but agreed.  I walked around to the drivers seat and snuggled into the comfy seat. Cat laughed but did the same. I didn't bother strapping myself in, I never did, although Cat was the complete opposite. I slowly reversed out, but once that was over I was merrily speeding towards the closest bar.

"This party is fucking sick!" Cat screamed. I nodded in agreement. "Fuck yeah it is!" I called back, taking a swig of Stella. We both danced drunkenly, drinking more than our bodies could probably handle. "Hey, I'm gonna 'ave a smoke!" I slurred. She nodded, I'm not a 100%  she heard but eh. I stumbled through the crowd and pushed myself out, the air still warm. I whipped out a small bud and lit it up, taking in a lungful. I held it in for awhile before letting it out slowly. I had a few more drags before throwing it away from me. I closed my eyes and sighed tiredly. I don't want to sleep. No, no, no. I smacked my hand against my face repeatedly. "Hey, you okay?" a deep voice questioned. I cringed, goddammit. "Uh, yeah!" I slurred out. He frowned slightly but nodded. "You got any cigarettes?" He questioned. I scrunched up my face, do I? I opened my packet and grabbed a random stick, not a wise choice as they are a mixture of drugs and others being tobacco. "Mattie, where you at?" Catherina called out, tripping over her tall heels. I waved my hand around to get her attention. "Here bitch, lets go, I'm hungry as shit." I laughed. She nodded, linking arms with me. I dragged her to the car, both of us tripping. As we tumbled towards the car, both of us giggling over nothing I stopped moving. "Do you think I should drive?" I asked. Cat looked at me and shrugged. "Drinking has never stopped you before." She laughed

"I'd like a steak." Cat slurred, pointing to a random spot on her menu. "Uh, we dont have steak..." The women mumbled awkwardly. Cat frowned. "But it says- oh, no. That was flavours." She laughed. She changed her order to pancakes with chocolate sauce and strawberries and I got the same but with banana, and sugar and... WHIPPED MOTHERFUCKING CREAM! While the lady went to get our orders ready Cat and I sat there talking to each other about almost everything. But, a gust of wind broke our lovely chat. "Can you see em' Ben?" An English accented voice questioned. It was silent for a moment before he shouted and pointed at us. "Her! It was her!" He cried. I looked up to see a young man pointing towards me, oh shit. I hope I don't owe him money, I'll have to get rid of Alexi, that bitch can't do her damn job. "Um, can we help you?" Catherina asked sounding a lot more sober. A shorter man stepped forward. "You drugged our mate!" He hissed. Drugged? Well, I didn't drug anyone. "What? Does she look like someone who carries drugs?" She scoffed. Yes, it's true, I carry a lot of drugs, I have my reasons! "Well... No, but he said she did!" The same man cried. "If I may cut in here, if your friend is 'drugged' would he really remember who it was?" I inquired. A ginger stepped up and scoffed. "I have taken many drugs back in the day, yesterday, and I can remember a fair bit." He huffed. I grinned, pointing at him. "Ahhh, the Danny Worsnop, my most popular buyer!" I grinned. He frowned looking at me. "No, I get my shit from Marcis Sharpz, and he gets it from his boss Matt Petars." He scoffed. I pointed at myself. "Matt, short for Mattie." I laughed. He rolled his eyes, and I copied. "Whatever. Wanna come to strip club?" I asked. I got many nods, excited nods. I got in my car, Cat following. "What about my pancakes?" She whined. I waved my hand. "I'll get Maria or Tony to make some, depends whose in." I muttered, starting the car.

"Get the whores up." I ordered. The random man nodded and ran off. I turned to my guests and grinned. "Want something to drink, or eat?" I asked, clapping my hands. Four of my servents ran up, Maria, Henry, Harley and Lisa. Henry got everyones coats without having to be asked, thats a first. Harley went to clean and park the cars and Lisa and Maria were getting orders. "Where's Adam?" I asked. Henry turned to me and frowned. "He's taking the shipment out ma'am." He said awkwardly. I raised an eyebrow. "And is Tony with him?" I asked slowly. His face paled and he stared at me with wide eyes. "Uh, I don't believe he did, ma'am." He stuttered. I breathed out a slwo breath. "Cat, would you be so kind and take our guest up to the whores, I have a small problem to deal with." I said calmly. She noddede quickly and started leading them upstairs. "You let one of my boys leave this fucking house without Tony!" I hissed. Henry's eyes widen. "Y-yes m-ma'am." He stuttered out. "Are you fucking dumb? I ought to shoot you down right down!" I snarled. He dropped to his knees and started blubbering out words of apologies. Pathetic, begging for his life? This is why he takes jackets and nothing else. "Maria, get here now!" I hollered. Almost instantly the short little girl from Italy showed up. "Yes, madame?" She asked with a smile. "Get me Ricky, now." I barked. She nodded and ran off once again. I looked down at my feet and glared at Henry. "Please, please don't kill me!" He begged. I smirked. "Kill you? Oh no, dear, I'm not going to hurt you!" I laughed. I bit my lip and looked around. "I'm just going to hurt you real fucking bad." I snickered. He paled and grabbed onto my leg. "Please, no! Don't do this!" He wailed. I raised an eyebrow, he's touching me! I cleared my throat and cracked my neck, then punched him in the face. "Don't bloody touch me!" I hissed. Hurried foot steps made me turn my head. "Ah, Ricky, please take Mr Micheals to the room, please don't kill him, just hurt him." I sighed. A smirk made it way to his thin lips. "My pleasure." He breathed, grabbing Henry by the neck.

"Sorry bout that gentlemen!" I smiled. "Business, its so annoying at times." I sighed. Cat looked at me worried and I shot her a quick glare. "Cat, where are my girls?" I asked with a pout. She looked at the large stage then back at me. "Hadley and Sarah and getting drinks. Tina, Charlotte and Chole are changing it their best!" She chirped. I nodded, clapping my hands. I flopped down beside Cat and the boy that I had got high, not my fault. "Anyone care for a smoke, or something a bit better?" I asked with a grin.