Addiction

Chapter 7:Reality

I sped off. I'm so pissed why the hell was he talking to her like that. I haven't been seeing him wearing his wedding ring recently.

Has he been cheating on mom? I couldn't think straight. I already sped through three red lights and I picked up speed.

I had to get as far away from home as possible, and I knew the perfect place. Chris's friend Derek was having a party at the Hampton hotel.

I slowed down at a red light and texted Chris.

Me: I'm coming to the party

Chris: K see u there

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10 minutes of driving later
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I pulled up at the hotel and gave the keys to the vallet along with 20 bucks.

There was a teenage girl, around my age, maybe a little older, at the front desk. She had long blonde hair streaked with pink stripes put up in a high ponytail and a nose ring. She was reading a copy of Seventeen magazine.

I sauntered over there and looked her squarely in the face.
I knew she had some cigarettes on her and I was all out, it wouldn't hurt to ask.

"Hey" I said "Got a cigarette?"
She rolled her eyes at me like I was pathetic and went back to reading her magazine.

I went up closer to her face and grabbed her shirt and pulled her closer to me so we were on eye level.

"Listen up bitch I know you have one, so don't give me lip because I have ways to get you fired."

"Fine whatever." she replied. She gave one to me then went back to reading her magazine.

I texted Chris to find out which room the party was. Soon I found myself on the 10th floor of the Hampton hotel in front of door 245.

I opened the door and walked in. There were people all over the place and a stripper pile in the middle of the room.

I pushed through the crowd and eventually found Chris. He was sitting with Derek, Ricki, Will, and a couple other guys. To my surprise Kelli wasn't there.

I guess she was to tired from the mall earlier. I walked over the group and sat on Ricki's lap.
"Hey it's Amber!" Ricki half yelled. You could tell he was stoned.

'Hey baby." Chris said handing me a tequila shot. I drank in like 2 seconds and went over to the bar. I was surprised to see one in here since after all it was a hotel room I ordered a giant tray of tequila shots and drank them all.

I finally eased off a little pressure and walked over to the stripper pole to have a little fun. I twirled around a little bit like a typical drunk girl. When I was done I walked over to Chris and straddled his lap.

Then at that perfect moment Ciara's song "Body Party" came on and I began grinding on his lap. I heard him moan under me, suddenly I was instantly turned off.

I got off his lap and went back tot the bar. Why was I instantly not attracted to Chris. Didn't we have sex together like twice there has to be something wrong. Then again I never really was attracted to Chris in the first place. I never really loved him.

Would I be upset if he was with another girl, no I would actually be happy because then he could finally leave me alone.

I ordered a dirty martini and downed it in two seconds. I still couldn't stop thinking about mom and dad. They way he treats her is not right. Why are they even still together if they don't love each other anymore? What's the point of caring about them?

I'm at a party there's drugs, liquor, and hot guys. I might as well enjoy myself. And that's exactly what I'm going to do. I went over to the hookah station and decided to try it. I never did it before.

Some guy there was doing it and trying to act like that high caterpillar from Alice in Wonderland. After he was done he handed it over and let me try for a few minutes.

After a while he was trying to take my top off and said "Damn your fucking hot." "Get the fuck away from me you fucking creep." I said then slapped him in the face.

I stormed off and went to go find Ricki to see if he had drugs on him. I need some relaxation and he might have exactly what I need.

It took me ten minutes but then I finally found Ricki in one of the hotel rooms in this huge fucking place. He was on the bed staring at the ceiling his eyes were red and glassy looking, and his breath smelled like cannabis.

"Hey Ricki got something for me?" I asked staring at him. He threw a giant plastic bag at me and continued looking at the ceiling. He injected a needle in his arm before I went to the other side of the room to look through the bag.

Then reality hit me like a fucking truck. What the fuck am I doing here? Why am I about to do this to myself? Because of my fucked up life and my fucked up parents? Who am I becoming?

I draw the line right here I'm not going to do drugs until I die or do drugs to run away from my problems. I haven't even smoked a real cigarette, I vaped. Yes I know, I know vaping is for pussy's but I wasn't ready to turn my lungs black.

I threw the bag of drugs back at Ricki. I'm going to get out of here I'm better than this. I found my bag and my phone and left the hotel room. I also went to the front desk to report the party just because Derek cheated on my best friend and he deserves the shit that's coming for him.

I left the hotel and got into the car and drove home.
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10 minutes later
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I pulled up in the driveway and went inside and found my dad sitting at the kitchen table. "Hey dad I said walking in and sitting at the table." "Hey sweetie" he replied. "Your mother and I are going to try to work things out so were going to marriage counseling." I was shocked I guess this was good news so I wouldn't have to be mad at him anymore. "That's awesome dad I just wanted to tell you that I'm willing to try the support group again tomorrow." After I said that he was smiling so hard that I thought his face would break if he smiled any harder.

"That great sweetie, I'm so glad that you decided to give support group a chance and that you are willing to put your life back on track. Goodnight sweetie." He said coming over to hug me. "Goodnight dad" I said. I began to walk upstairs, preparing for tomorrow, the day I face reality.

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Hey guys sorry for not writing in a while, things have been pretty busy but I will try to update every Saturday or every Sunday or whenever, depends on my schedule. Comment your ideas for characters new situations really anything. Don't be a silent reader

-Tascia🌸