Son of a drug addict

Part. 16

I sat at the kitchen table, my face buried in my hands. It was around 2 am. Just about a while ago Chester almost died.

"Mike, we need to talk about this" Diego said.

"About what?" I muttered.

Diego pulled my arm, pointing at it. There was small red dots from the injections. Also, it was bruising pretty badly. "This"

I pulled my arm back and said "Yeah. What about it? Maybe we crossed some kind of line"

"Mike, you're not seeing the point. Chester almost died. You could die too"

"So?" I asked.

Diego's face turned really sad. "'So?' That's all you gonna say? It's been 4 fucking days and you haven't been sober for even 1 minute!"

"What am I supposed to say?!" I shouted, getting up from the chair. "That I'm fucking sorry? It was not my fucking fault what happened to Chester!"

"Don't you care that your god damn boyfriend almost died?" he asked. I could see how hurt he was. "Because I do. You're my family, Mike. I care about Chester too. But every time I look at you, it breaks my heart a little bit. I hate to see how bad you are"

"You shouldn't be caring because you're my fucking drug dealer"

"I can't this shit anymore" Diego muttered, rubbing his face. "I fucking care about you, I love you. I sell drugs to you because I know you wouldn't overdose. You know how to use them. But heroin? No. NO! That stuff is going to kill you if you keep this up. Heroin kills you quickly, not slowly like meth. You're already so weak you can't even do 5 push ups"

"I can easily do 5 push ups" I chuckled. "I'm in great shape"

Diego raised his eyebrows, and pointed the floor.

"Fine" I muttered, and dropped on the floor. One push up, two push up, three push up. I felt my arms started aching really badly. I had to stop. I put my knees on the floor and sighed. I got up and sat on the chair.

"I told you" Diego said. "I am your best friend, I am your brother, not just your dealer. Fuck you Mike" he said, pulling roughly his hair. He walked to the living room and fell onto the couch. He leaned his elbows against his knees.

"Diego, I'm sorry. I just-"

"Don't" he cut me off and lighted a cigarette. "Just don't. Fuck you"

I swallowed thickly, realizing I am losing my best friend. I looked away and stayed quiet. I heard Chester come out of the bathroom. He had gone to fresh himself up. He walked out more skinnier, pale and wearing over sized shirt, which was mine.

"You okay?" I asked.

Chester shrugged and walked to the kitchen. "I'm not dead, so..."

I gave him a small smile. "Diego and I talked, he's kinda mad at me-"

"I'm not mad at you!" he shouted from the living room. "I just want you to go fuck yourself and get aids from it!"

I looked down.

Chester took another chair and sat next to me. "This is not your fault. I just.. took little too much. No connection to you"

"I was so scared. I thought you'd die" I said.

"I don't die that easy" he chuckled.

I looked at him. "I'm happy you're still alive"

Chester smiled. But then it faded off and asked. "What's wrong with Diego?"