Addiction (Lashton)

Prologue

'I can't go home alone again need someone to numb the pain'

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Another night, another high.

I had become immune to smell of weed now, I hardly noticed it unless it was pressed between my lips. And even then, I didn't even know it was there.

Sighing, I got up from where I was sat and walked to the kitchen. This just wasn't enough for me. I needed something else to satisfy my needs, to feed my cravings.

Weed wasn't enough, some days it would turn to stronger drugs like cocaine but that was only when I was desperate for a high. Or if I was too gone out of my mind to say no.

"Hey Luke, we're going upstairs, you coming?" Jake asked. He was probably one of my only friends I had. Friend used lightly as he was who got me on this stuff in the first place. He's a few years older than me and I always thought he was cool and of course, fifteen year old me desperately wanting to be cool decided to try and fit in and when they offered me a joint I never refused.

I was obsessed. Whether it being on the attention or the drugs or both, I didn't know.

I nodded, knowing what they were going to do upstairs. Cocaine.

"Sure. I'll be up in a minute."

Taking another sip from the drink I was holding that was most likely spiked and mixed with tons of alcohol, I began to follow behind Jake.

However, I ended up bumping into someone. No surprise as I could barely walk in a straight line. Neither could he, apparently.

"Shit." I mumbled. "Sorry man."

He giggled. "'S okay."

The boy, was swaying a smile on his face, giggles left his lips and I knew I had to have him.

And I did.

For one night, I forgot about Jake and the drugs and the regret that comes with it and I thought about the sweaty bodies between the sheets and his lips on mine.

For once I felt genuine happiness. Or as happy as a broken boy like me could feel. It has been that long that I had forgot what happiness truly felt like.

"Ashton." The boy said, I turned to look at him, confused.

"Huh?"

"My name." He said, his eyes were half lidded, most likely resembling my own. "My name is Ashton."

Usually I wouldn't care for the name of the person I had just fucked into the mattress but knowing the boy's- Ashton's, name made me feel some type of way. I just hoped that this wouldn't be the last time I see him because he was a good fuck and hey, he might even turn out to be good company. 

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There's the prologue, short I know and rushed as I wrote it in college whilst I was waiting for my friend and her art teacher kept looking at me and I felt v awkward. 

I listened to Habits (stay high) by Tove Lo and Afterglow by Wilkinson as i wrote this, I feel like I'll probably be listening to them throughout this book.

Hope you all like it!!