The past week has been so nice. I found myself lonely whenever Jack would leave for work. I didn't really have friends to hang out with because I think they all got sick of me. Nobody texts or calls me anymore, but I don't really mind.
It was around 7:00 PM and Jack wouldn't be home until around 9:00 PM. I was really bored so I decided to go for a walk. While walking to nowhere in particular, I got a text. It was from my friend - or should I say my dealer - whose name was Brody.
Brody: hey, you haven't bought in a while. want to meet me at a party?
I shouldn't do this, but it was so tempting. No, don't.
Sent: i don't have money, sorry
Brody: pay me later, i trust you will
Sent: i don't know...
Brody: come on, it'll be fun. you know it will.
I wanted to do this so bad. I hadn't used in almost a week. I was so used to doing it a couple times a week. It was so nice to do. Fuck it. Jack won't be happy, but he doesn't own me.
Sent: what's the address?
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I had just got to the house and I hardly knew anyone. Even if I knew them, I didn't talk to them. Thank God I finally found Brody.
"So glad you made it. I haven't seen you in weeks." he said, smiling at me. "So what would you like?"
I thought for a minute. I shouldn't be here. I should go back to the apartment. I shook the thoughts out of my head. I need to do this.
"Oh come on, do you have to ask?"
"Nah, I'm just playing." he chuckled, taking out a small bag containing my drug of choice. It must have been about a gram.
"Sweet, how much will I pay you later?" I asked.
"A hundred." he said.
"Alright. I'll get it to you in the next few days."
He just winked at me and walked off.
I walked past some people until I found a small table. I sat on the floor in front of it and poured some of the cocaine out. I took out a card to make it into two lines. I snorted them both and sat there for a few minutes. After it kicked it, I felt that familiar high and everything felt right again. I put the bag in my pocket and stood up. Everything was going so well, until I felt myself being touched.
"Hey baby." said some guy I didn't recognize.
I started feeling panicky and paranoid. I took his hands off of me and tried walking away, but he grabbed me.
"Hey! Come on, I know you want me. You're so beautiful." he said. This only reminded me of the night with that man and I was terrified.
"Get off!" I yelled. This high was different than what I was used too. Instead of happy and excited, I was paranoid and I wanted to leave, but another guy came into the picture.
"I bet you're great in bed." the guy said in his drunken voice. I shouldn't have came here. I can't do this. I need to leave. I started crying and shaking. I couldn't stand the paranoia or the crying. I felt like they were going to rape me or kill me or something horrible.
All of a sudden, I saw Brody pushing them out of the way and he yelled at me to get out, so I did. I ran as fast as I could. This was such a bad high and I just wanted to come down, but I couldn't. The apartment was just a couple blocks down so I ran there. I was now paranoid that that man would come out of nowhere and take me back to that same motel. Flashbacks entered my mind as I ran through the door, up the stairs, and down the hall. I didn't realize that I was crying so loudly and also yelling until I walked through the door of Jack's apartment. He was sitting there with some other guy that looked about his age and they were each drinking a beer and watching something on the TV.
"Marley?!" Jack yelled, standing up and running to me, putting his hands on my shoulders.
"Don't fucking touch me! I said stop!" I yelled at his face and pushed his hands off of me. I wasn't paying attention to the other guy and just ran to the bedroom and sat in the corner. I brought my knees up to my chest and rocked back and forth.
"Stop, stop, stop. Make it all stop. Make it go away. Don't kill me. Don't touch me." I said to myself.
I jumped at the sound of the front door out by the living room closing. Seconds later, I heard footsteps and saw a figure walking to me.
"Get away! Leave me alone! Don't touch me! Stop it! Get off of me!" I yelled.
"Marley, I'm not touching you. What did you take?" he asked, trying to sound calm.
"They-They would have, he's going to kill me." I muttered.
"Who's they? Who's he?"
"Just make it all stop!" I yelled. I stood up in an attempt to run away, but my legs felt weak and I felt myself hit the floor.
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Tortured Within (Jack Barakat)
FanfictionMarley is an eighteen year old who just graduated high school. Though relieved school is done with for good, she still feels this emptiness that's been with her for five years now. With a troubled past, she is left with multiple issues. When Jack co...