Bahja Roulette (Bahja and Jacob story)

Chapter 22 ♥ Pain

Another week passed, then another passed. At this point, Star and Bahja were continuing to do meth. It didn't take long before they started hallucinating everyday, and developing sores on their body parts. They'd grown pale and lighter, with their lips dried and chapped. They each only gotten two hours of sleep a night, waking up several times from terrifying dreams. Their appetites rapidly increased which caused them to gain more weight, and eat foods they never thought they'd eat before. For instance, Bahja started eating more shrimp and tilopia. Usually, she found seafood repulsive, but her increased appetite changed that.

""B-Bahja... when do you think A$ap will be back?" Star asked, as she shivered, rocking back and forth on the couch.

"I don't..... k-know. Do you think he's dead?"

"N-no! No no NO! H- he's not dead. He-he c-c-can't be dead." Star whined as she cracked her chapped lips even more.

"Well, let me make us something t-to eat. What did you want?" Bahja stuttered as she stumbled over the couch a little. Star rubbed the chill bumps on her arms and shook her head. "I want everything."

"How about I just make us some cookies?"

"Yeah... sure."

Bahja made her way over to the kitchen, and placed on her over mitts. For a while, she was seeing three at a time but her vision cleared up. She put the cookie doe on the pan and put the over on 560 degrees, it being too hot, but her not knowing because of the loopy state of mind she was in. After that, she went into A$ap's room and gasped when she saw there was no meth left.

"Nique!" she screamed. "Yes?" Star groaned.

"We need more meth!"

Right then and there, they ordered more of the drug off line. This time they bought three boxes which would last the two for about two months.

Princeton and Stephanie

It'd been two weeks since Princeton turned 18. He felt more mature, and more relieved than anything. He was an adult; he had a wonderful girlfriend, and him and his friend made up. Slowly, Bahja was starting to become less of a hassle he had to deal with since she was gone. He'd stopped waking up and thinking about her, dreaming about her, pretending like he was having sex with her when he was having sex with Stephanie, and russian roulette was a thing of the past.'

"Roc, could you pass me that green paint brush?" Stephanie asked as she balanced herself on the top of the ladder. "Why are y'all painting the guest room green? I liked it better orange. It was more live." Roc laughed. Princeton walked in the room with a klondike bar in his and and plopped down on the bed; his afro was a mess. "Y'all still painting this room?" he said in a surprised voice.

"Yes, Prince. Me and Roc has been working on this while you were doing nothing but lounging around in your sweats." Stephanie giggled as she carefully painted the border of the wall.

"Ahh, whatever. You guys are going to be proud of me when I tell you this."

"What is it?" they both asked.

"I've completely gotten over Bahja and her ways! No longer do I think about her anymore. Only when I see the comments on my instagram asking me if I knew where she was; but that's about it." he smiled.

Roc glanced at Stephanie and vice versa. They were excited, but they knew how Princeton could get to bluffing at times.

"Oh... okay, baby! That's good."

"What? You don't think I am?" Princeton asked as he took a bite out of his bar. Roc sat on the bed beside him and sighed. "We do, bro. We do. But you know how you can get to bullshitting us at times."