unexpected - b.w.s

36. Overdose Pt. 1

I knocked on his door, figuring what to say inside of my head. I was mad, how dare he to call me that?
The door knob turned, and the door opened. But as soon as I saw him, I couldn't say anything. I frose.

"Maggie?" He looked tired. Bags under his eyes, and completely messy hair.
I noticed his pupils were huge, like he was high. His chest rose up and down slowly.

"Why would you write that?" I asked loudly, but my voice were shaky. "What have I done, since you don't wanna talk to me?"

"Babe," he didn't say anything else, just stared at me carefully. His lips were unbelieveably dry, and then I noticed there was some power on his nostril.

"Are you on drugs?" I asked. His red eyes flickered between mine.

He let his tounge out, to wet his lip, and sniffled. "No." He blinked twice.
I knew he was lying, that made me just more angry.

"Then why the hell is there powder on your nose?" I said, a bit to loud compared to the distance between us. But I didn't care. I was mad at him right now. I couldn't believe him. It was like he was to complete different persons. One was caring, funny, and always made me happier than I was before. The other one was cold, careless, and a complete spoiled brat, that took drugs and often slept with different girls.

"Shh." He closed the distance, and covered my mouth with his hand.
"You're waking up my sister." He breathed out, making his smelly breath of alcohol, hit me.

He was taking drugs while his sister was home? What kind of person does that?

I slapped his hand away, from my mouth. "You're sick, Bradley." It was only now he reacted. Just as I was about to walk, he grabbed both my wrists, holding then as tight as possible. It hurt to be honest.

"Where are you fucking going?" He slurred. He tried to look angry, but it just made him look more tired. His eyelids were gliding down, and he just tried hard to make them stay open at the same time. He was completely distant, and high on drugs.

"Away from you." I tried to escape his grasp, but he just squeezed my wrists even harder. I didn't wanna act like it hurt, even though it did.

"Why?" He clenched his jaw.

"I don't wanna talk with you when your high." He let go of my wrist, and licked his lips again. His mouth turned into a grin. He started to chuckle, bending back his head.

"Oh, really?" He looked at me, and his laugh died a bit. "Well, you wanna know why I'm so fucking stoned? 'Cause I wanted to get my mind off of you, Mags." He stepped back into his house, still with his cold dilated pupils staring into mine. "I just fucking wanna forget all about you."

He slamed the door right in my face.

He wanted to forget about me. The text wasn't a mistake.

Dick.