Broken Generation (Sequel to Don't Go)

Chapter 10

** 1 Month After Nicole Woke Up **

** Crimson's P.O.V. **

Nicole had looked like shit, but what else is to be expected? She had gotten out of the hospital a week before I could've seen her, and then when I did see her, she seemed a little bit better, but off.

I shook my head.

I looked like shit when i had gone to seen her, and I don't doubt that she didn't notice. I sighed softly, rubbing my face as my body drifted off the high. Evan seemed more than elated to have Nicole in his house. Dinner had been nice, if pizza from a fast food restaurant is nice. Which, it was. Especially with all the carbs that I was losing during my job, and the drugs on top of that, well, it was taking quite the toll on my body. I was fit, but now I was starting to fall below fit.

I was trying to stay fit, and that meant I had to eat tons more. The pizza I had just eaten was settling in my stomach and the ceiling stopped swirling.

"You'll have to start paying eventually." Brendon muttered, and I grunted slightly, biting the inside of my cheek.

"I already do- every time you step through the entrance. Suck it up." I muttered back, rolling onto my side and staring at the floor now.

"You looked real nice today." He said and I ignored him, pulling the blankets to my covered chest. Today there had been nothing, just the drugs.

"This is the fifth time Brendon, thanks to you I can't live a normal life." I said, and he didn't seem to hear me.

"You looked real good, the lights reflecting the sweat. I'm more than tempted to just keep you to myself." He said and I growled weakly, rolling over to look at him.

"Look here buddy, listen to this story. Tell me what you think. So, I'm desperate for money and now I'm working in a strip club and suddenly my idol is in the front row, staring at me, not my partner who has a natural gift, and he pays me, tons, and tons of money, if i sleep with him. I do, he's the first man I slept with outside of my home, the only other man being my boyfriend. And then he.... 'rewards' me and now I'm laying in bed beside my idol, coming down from a high of heroin. What do you think?" Brendon didn't respond, and he didn't look at me either.

"I think, that would make a wonderful story online. You should post a diary or some shit." I growled, my hand curling into a fist.

"Brendon! Get serious!" I snapped, and he let out a soft sigh.

"It sounds like you lead a rather special life, and that you need help." I snorted, flopping onto my back.

"I'm not the only one who needs help, you start it all. Lord knows how many other people you've got addicted, running around the streets homeless and starving for more of a high." I snapped, and he was quiet.

"You're right, I do need help. You're absolutely right, the thing is... i don't want help." I let out an enraged snarl, sitting up suddenly, making my stomach violently ill.

"Get out! For today my service is done." I said, and he slowly got up, taking his time to put his shoes on and gather whatever the hell he had brought with him. He left, and I sat in the room, door closed as I was left alone with my thoughts. I stood, pulling on my boots and stumbling to the door, i needed to go home. I walked out into the hallway, lights and sounds hurting my head.

"I'm heading out. I need to go." I said to the bartender, and he nodded. I left, pulling into my car and sitting behind the wheel. I rested my head on the wheel, phone held tight in my hands as my jacket rested, hovered over my shoulders but not on my arms.