Addiction

Chapter 16

Gerald's P.O.V

I am beyond annoyed at the fact that Emma had to come to her dorm now.

Like now of all times.

I was so close to putting my mark on her , so close to having her be one the other girls that i just randomly fuck.

There is something about her though , maybe it's the dimple she has on her left chick.

She only has one dimple on her left chick... I've noticed that day at the beach when she smiled at me.

Emely end up canceling so i figure I'd go mess with Emma new roomate which i can't seem to get her our of my mind for some reason.

It feels as if i am addicted to her.
I just met the girl.

I need weed and alcohol in my system...

That's the only thing that can make me stop thinking about the short brunette with an outstanding smile that has made it's way into my brain and won't leave.

I pull my phone out to call james and see if he can hook me up with something.

"Hey man" He says on the third ring

"Do you have any coccaine left from last party" I ask and enter my car.

"No i have benzo though" He says and i can hear a female voice in the background.

"I don't need benzo" I say thru the phone

"How about cannabis? Or molly" He ask

"I'll take the cannabis"I say and start my car.

"Okay three small bags for 100 " He says and i roll my eyes

"I'll be there in 5 minutes" I say and pull out of the campus.

I first drive to liquor store and get out to buy jack daniels.

I pay for it and exit back out and drive to james shitty apartment.

I knock on the door and some blonde chick in only a red t-shirt amd red pantie open the door.

I'm not surprise...

Different hoes everyday..

This things happen.

"Where is James" I ask look inside the apartment.

"He is in the room" she says and let me walk in.

"Daddy you have someone out here waiting for you" The little trash says and winks at me.

Ew.

He walks out in just grey sweats an no shirt.

"Here 3 bags" He says and hand me 3 small bags .

"Why are your prices getting high man" I ask him

"Because business is slow now a days... You feel me" He says and I roll my eyes and hand him 100 bill.

"And i know you'll always pay me right" He says and tap me on my shoulder and i roll my eyes.

"I have to go" I say and leave the shitty apartment.

I walk to my car and drive to the frat house.

Some chick with cheap red hair dye greets me and i nod back.

"G come and see something"  I hear William yell from the kitchen.

"Nah I'm good" I yell back and walk to my room.

I take the drink out and start to drink it from the tip of the bottle.

I start to smoke as well.

Really hits the spot.

I welcome the familiar burn that hits my throat when i swallow the burning liquor.

I feel light headed.

I take the bottle and drink it half way.

I need to stop thinking about Lisa.

 I feel Simply put, being high physically feels great, almost as good as an opioid pain killer.  I can't describe the sensation any more than I could explain what the taste of her lips feels like.  However it feels good. 

I feel really loose, real chill, light-headed  sometimes delightfully . I stop taking everything seriously , i can finnally forget the way her eyes pierce into me... I finally zone out a little bit, and relax to the fullest extent.

I take the bottle and lift it to my lips and finally finish the whole bottle.

This is nothing new to me.
I've stop drinking heavily.
I remember how my mom would cry when i would stumble back to the house late at night.

Sometime at 4 a.m I'd stumble back home and she'd be waiting me for me to come home, crying.

I'd throw up on the shitty stairs and she'll find her way to drag me up to my room and clean up after me.

She finally had enough of my non stop fight, my non stop of girls coming home crying saying i ruined their lives , non stop of my bull she finally send me to come live here in U.S.A with the ex Alcoholic Fucker call Matthew...
Happens to be my father who left me and my mother when i was 10 because he was too much of a fucked up to take care of me and my mother.

He wasn't able to take care of us because he was too drunk.
He moved here to get help.

Now he is finally sober.

He baught a massive mansion .

I fucking loathe him.

I heard he has a fiance... Soon to be married and the lady has a son my close to my age.

Now i am too deep in taughts... I need to stop thinking about the past.

Even i can handle the past.

I lay back on my bed and close my eyes.

Author's note : Hey guys... Hope you love this chapter... Lots of kisses and loves... Have a great spring break.

I love you gingerissues .
I love you Vision-Of-Ecstasy

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