Love's Sins (Sequel to Silent Cries)

Chapter Seveteen - Drugs Are A Tricky Thing.

One year later..
Katherine's POV

I puff lightly on my joint, holding the smoke in my lungs and letting the familiar burning sensation flood through my throat before exhaling. It's been a while since I've gotten high off weed and it's even sweeter that my husband is out of town for a couple days in a business trip. He left Rory with me but he shouldn't be back from his friend Ronnie's house until tomorrow.

Lucas has been riding my ass about the mess that's seemingly spread through the house over night. Before leaving he whacked me across the back with the belt while I picked up after him and Rory. It would help a lot if they put forth just a tad bit more effort in tidying up after themselves but of course that's too easy on me.

I've tried before but that only ended with my receiving a further reprimand and scolding for the next few days, the sweet periods that used to follow the abuse a distant memory.

I now temporarily reside in an old seemingly abandoned warehouse. This is the place where Carla manages her drug distribution along side her boyfriend Dustin. I'm waiting with my foot tapping nervously from how sketchy this place is. I don't like coming down here to get my fix of heroin but with Maria out of town I have no other options. Maria is Ms. Sanchez's first name and we've only just recently worked up to the first name basis.

The screeching of a rusted door makes me jump from my still tensed up state, my tolerance requiring me to need a lot more than just one puff of weed to fully go lax. Dustin enters first, holding the door for Carla and I almost laugh. It's not too common that you witness chivalry between a pair of drug addict partners.

Carla grins at him sweetly, crossing the room with her signature stride that leaves no one to argue her high level of confidence. "So Kat, you here for your next fix? I can set you up with some ecstasy this time? I really do think you'd enjoy the rush." She finishes, sounding like a professional sales representative. She's been pushing drugs for years so this comes naturally to her.

"And get fucked by some creep for being touchy feely? Hell no." I grin, standing up straighter and meeting her half way in front of the beat up table in the middle of the warehouse. It's the thing that normally has my fix already set up on and ready for my taking but this time I expect it's not there because Carla is late.

My fingers drum over the metal table top, the sound clanking through the otherwise barren location. Carla puckers her lips and gestures over her shoulder for Dustin to approach, with him he carries a black duffle bag which he swiftly deposits atop the table, not at all bothering to be gentle and sending a goofy grin my way. I chuckle, he is such a dork.

"This it?" I ask, eyeing the duffel reproachfully and crossing my arms across my near bone chest. "Yeah, just a sec." She mumbles, unzipping the bag and rifling through its contents in search of the supplies I've come to purchase. She withdraws a bag of white powder, empty syringes, a new metal spoon, and a lighter, sliding it across the table and looking up at me with a smirk.

Combing my hands through my knotted up hair, I extend a shaky hand and eagerly scoop up the delivery. "Thanks Carla." I say, nodding to both her and Dustin. "No problem. Why don't you take a hit now? We can keep an eye on things and you don't look so hot as it is." She suggests, looking me up and down.

I have to hand it to her that I don't look the best. For the past week I've been suffering from stomach aches so severe that I'd been throwing up every little morsel I dared to consume. As a result I've stopped eating in general as of yesterday. The weed not at all giving me a case of munchies from my upset stomach and the fact that it never had that affect upon me. It's different for everyone is what Maria assured me after having smoked my first joint.

My body beginning to lose weight at a frequent rate and leaving me scrawny and weak from both starvation and dehydration. The clothes I wear now are baggies sweats and my thin hair pulled back in a loose twist. I'm awful told by Lucas that I look like death rejected me for being so hideous.

Back then I could barely stand the foul musky smell of the smoke but now it's the most natural aspect in my life, my having gotten adjusted to the use and the remaining scent. I give her a grateful nod and sick smile, my stomach beginning to tense up from oncoming sickness. "Lye back on the table, Kat. You look very pale and like you're about to faint or be sick." Dustin comments, already at my side and ushering me to the table.

Lying back, I feel a rubber rope being wrapped around my arm and another familiar sensation of my wrist being slapped in search of a vein for injection. The lighter is flicked and there's a burning sound before Dustin pipes up. "Damn. Her veins are so fucked up that I can barely find a place. There." He finishes, and I feel the needle being stuck firmly into my arm. I don't recoil both from weakness and being used to the dull ache before the surge of bliss.

Within minutes the room begins to swim before me and my body begins to go limp. The swirling, numbing sensation is much more pronounced this time for reasons unknown to me. Maybe Carla tried something new this time? My stomach clenches and unclenches, bile spilling from the corners of my mouth and my heart beat humming lightly and unevenly in my ears. My body beginning to feel heavier.

There's a distant sounding cackle that vibrates through my ears, it makes sense that it seems far because the world looks so surreal that I could be traveling a mile a second for all I know. A heavy weight settles down atop my body and I try to shift myself around to see the source of the increasingly unsettling weight.

A pair of hands force me back down from putting pressure on my shoulders, a familiar face appearing in my field of vision. "Shush honey. It'll all be over real soon." Carla coos to me, her blurry face contorted in a diabolical grin. She had me so distracted that I didn't notice my baggy pants and underwear being torn down to my ankles in one foul swoop.

Now all I can do it lye back and let what's about to happen happen. There's a dry sharp pain brought on when something thick and hard rams in me from between my thighs. The pain is so agonizingly familiar that I try to cry out but find myself too weak to barely let out a small whimper of protest.

Dustin now hovers over my face, thrusting himself deeper into me and groaning in satisfaction at my facial grimacing. "For a mom.. You sure are fucking tight." He growls hoarsely between breaths, now moving so fast that the table creaks beneath his added force and weight.

There's only a few things that I can register before my eyelids grow too heavy for me to the hold open. Those things are the grunts of Dustin, Carla's giddy laugh, and the overwhelming mixed feelings of uncertainty and calmness as I sink into darkness.

Author's Note.

Cliffhanger! I figured I'd do something to get you all thinking. It's quite obvious that Katherine has overdosed for the first time and without help the effects of an OD can be fatal.

What did you think of this chapter? Was it it intense? Are glad to finally have met the acquaintance of the mysterious Carla? And what about her boyfriend Dustin? You'll learn more about the history Katherine has with those two later on so stay tuned.

Next chapter we will be picking up a short while after Katherine's OD. So I hope to see you all here for that.

Thank you all so much for reading my book so far. It means just so much more than even my words can express. Your votes and comments are always appreciated and I love feeling the motivation to write from it.

Until next time.. Stay Strong.