{A/N This is the reviewed version of flashback 10. Hope you enjoy it, LePizza. }
A G A I N
7:50 p.m.
11 December 2016
The numbness from the drug had intensified. Rory was ditsy and curious. She had let her gaze wander around his room, a goofy smile imprinting her face; walls down, shields forgotten. The curtains were pulled to restrain the sunlight. The room was sparsely furnished, just enough to suffice. Broken syringes scattered the floor, but she had grown attuned to the mess. She had found the power to fight away all the demons in her mind - to fight away the one standing right in front of her.
She knew tonight would be lost to her, never remembered again all courtesy to the dozen doses of drug she took; her only thread to not losing her sanity. She stared up at him, voice slurring sloppily, "Zee, mind coming a bit closer?"
She won't remember this again, they would have their -his - fun and move along. It was perfect solution. She got to keep everything at bay, he got -
She gulped.
Instead of greeting her with a reply, he tugged at her waist, pulling her close and rubbing his nose against her neck.
"Yes?" he groaned.
She repressed her shudder of disgust, convincing herself it to be one of delight. She needed to believe it to be that. Maybe she wasn't high enough yet, if she could still think properly.
"Another shot, and we'll do it. Okay?" her voice had taken on seductive tone.
He wasn't talking to Rory Sandsburg anymore, the daughter of the billionaire tycoon. Instead a black haired girl caught in the hopeless cycle of self-destruction. The small holes of the injections on her arm were proof enough of it.
"If you don't keep track, hon, you are going to overdose on me. But alright; this is the last one though" his arm tightened on her waist at the slight implication of the threat. He didn't need to say it, she heard it plainly enough. He was getting impatient. It wasn't a good sign, but she couldn't let him do that until she was sure she wouldn't remember it. At all.
He went to bring the heroine for her, leaving her alone with her thoughts as vultures to prey on her. Maybe if Pretty Boy would have been around he would have walked away from her. Again.
He would have given up on her, if he already hadn't. And it left her miserable, to be proved that she could be forgotten easily, without second thoughts. She knew that boundaries had been stepped over, so she let him hide. She had let him do so for the past two days.
It didn't hurt, it just left her sad. She tried calling Sam but things were rocky over there. She was at a vacation with her family in the Bahamas, and even though Rory knew she would return in a blink at her call. She couldn't do that. Not when she had already sacrificed so much for her.
This is my battle, and I will -
What was she going to try? She met him in the Central Park today, and now she's in his house acting as his booty call. Perhaps this was for her benefit more than his, she needed to relax. And she could do it here, however dangerous it was. Or maybe, she was just so used to this routine that now it was something akin to comfort for her.
Rory snorted.
She was just tired. She couldn't put up the tough girl act right now. She just wanted to escape one night from her hellish life to a nightmare. But somehow, she found her solace in it because she knew when she woke up, she forgot it all.
But he would remember.
Rory sighed.
Zee pulled her arm towards him, the injection sliding under skin injecting the toxic into her bloodstream. She took a deep breath, there was no more procrastinating left to do. She had her drug, now it was her turn to fulfill her deal.
The boy stared at her. He knew what she was trying to do, but he didn't care. Rory knew she couldn't get him out of her life. He would always be looming on her like her shadow, never allowing her to forget him; to forget the incident.
He smirked.
She quickly stood up, stumbling, put hands on her dress's skirt, quickly pulling it over her head. She shook her head allowing her hair to fall out of her bun, simultaneously allowing the drug to work in her.
Losing a piece of herself in the process, losing a bit of Rory Sandsburg. She never realized how much weak she'd allowed herself to become with Pretty Boy. But she couldn't allow that, that was never allowed.
Whatever Pretty Boy was into, it couldn't be near as bad as her life.
She could never have anything normal. It was too tiring hiding it from Sam and her Father in itself.
How am I gonna handle that goon?
Rory let a frown slip onto her face, almost forgetting the boy below until he groaned out:
"Smile. I love it when you smile," hands groping her.
She slightly cringed at his voice, but didn't do anything except doing the mentioned whilst whispering huskily into his ears. He smirked.
And
Rory Sandsburg sold herself to the devil
a g a i n .
{ HEYYY. OKAY SO I DONT KNOW WHAT IS HAPPENING AND IM RANDOMLY GONE FOR MONTHS LOL. BUT ILY GUIYZ AND SHITZ AND YA OKS NOT I GOTTA GO. SHITTY CHAPTER FROM ME SORRYY}
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