Addiction

chapter eight

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BLAKE'S P.O.V:

I awake once again by the sound of birds. Fucking birds.

Instant memories flash back from last night. Everything from; school to home, dad then money and a smashed window to harper.

Harper.

My senses awaken, so does my body and I move myself and go to reach harper.

But she's not there.

She's not next to me. Where is she?

Now pissed off from her absence, cold, and still dwelling on last night's events have got my head spinning.

Why did she leave?

I would too if I slept with basically a boy that rocked up at the park crying... She wouldn't tell anyone, would she?

Stop being an over emotional dickhead.

Looking around i find that her old brown suitcase is next to me. She left it here.

Knowing her, it would be too heavy for her to drag around so she left it in my capable hands.

Bitch.

Wait. If her suitcase is here and she isn't, fuck someone must've grabbed her when I was sleeping, I'm so fucking stupid.

I begin to freak out but block out anymore scenarios, two is enough.

"Shit!"

I'm really starting to freak out so I get up and examine my surrounding's.

I exhale in relief when I see that her suitcase is half open and yesterday's clothing has been changed for new ones

She has changed her clothes. So no, she has not been kidnapped or she's not dead.

Fucking phew.

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Roughly ten minutes pass and I'm still here in a daze from being half asleep, I'm not a morning person.

Its six-fifteen, fuck this.

To be honest I don't even know how I'm up, if I hadn't been disturbed by the birds I would probably be here until late afternoon.

I sit up; ruffle my black hair that's all over the place, unravel myself from the mountains of blankets, stand up and prepare to leave.

Only harper would leave me at a park early in the morning with all her belongings shoved in a suitcase, dependent on me to take it home.

If she thinks I'm going to bring it to school for her on Monday she is sadly mistaken.

Thinking of it I don't even why she left it here and why she left? She wouldn't dare go home as her whole life, literally, is in a suitcase. So I don't know where the fuck she is goddammit.

I shake and shove all the blankets we used last night back into her case, pick it up and treck home.

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It reaches half past ten and I'm lying here on my bed basically unclothed, just covered by a pair of tracksuit pants. It's freezing but I'm too lazy to get up and throw a jumper on and too poor to own a heater.