VALERIE

Eighty Three

Valerie threw her head back and with a wicked yet alluring smile spread across her face, she scrunched her nose up from the overwhelming happiness.

"Ready?" She questioned in a low and sultry voice that made chills travel down his spine.

Nick observed her every movement attentively while she delicately perched a tab of acid on her index finger.

The purple colored square stayed in place even as Valerie inched towards Nick.

They were both sitting on the white carpet flooring in their large hotel suite with Amy Winehouse singing from the stereo in the background.

The excitement in Valerie's glimmering eyes distraught Nick for a second before he took a firm hold of her wrist and lowered her arm down.

Confused Valerie sat back onto her heels and stared at him with a pout and a sullen expression, "What's wrong?" She asked suddenly glancing down at the tab on her finger.

Shrugging a heavy shoulder Nick ran a hand through his hair, "Let me see the tab and the sheets of acid."

Complying Valerie handed him the bag filled with different full sheets of acid that Jesse had given her.

Studying them with visibly tired eyes Nick slipped them into the front pocket of his jeans.

"Give them!" Valerie cried lunging forward towards Nick but completely missing as he stood up rather quickly.

"If you want to get high go rummage in my suitcase for my weed, just not acid." He casually admitted as he strolled over indifferently towards the in room bar.

He observed every expensive liquor bottle on the large shelf. The cheapest bottle costing $250.

Standing up from the floor herself Valerie glowered at Nick who was too busy opening a bottle of tequila on the bars marble top counter.

"Jesse gave them to me, not you." She stated as she crossed her arms over her chest defiantly.

Nick looked up from his bottle and kept a sharp stare on her, "No means no."

"Stop treating me like a damn child I'm not a child." She calmly retorted whilst biting on her lower lip to act as a stress reliever.

Shaking his head Nick took a small drink from the impressively bitter yet strong bottle of tequila.

"You act like a kid so I'm treating you like one."

"Nick, just give them back." Valerie pleaded as she strolled towards him.

She just wanted to feel a new rush. A new drug that would take her away from the prison she called her mind.

Now she stood right in front of him, her short stature was no match for his 6'4 frame that always seemed to loom above her like a long shadow.

Valerie took a deep breath in and exhaled momentarily, she was trying her hardest to keep her anger under control, "Stop being a dick face."

Chuckling he put the lid back on the bottle, "You're so crazy." He plainly stated without a care while he turned away to stop facing her, slumped on the bar he just continued to read the warning label on his bottle of tequila.

Valerie balled both hands into fists and mercilessly tried her hardest to inflict pain on Nick as her repeated punches hit him on the back.

Still he laughed at her sad and childish attempt and his bitter laugh only fueled the hatred she had for him even more.

"I can't fucking stand you! I just can't Nick!" She screamed out desperately as she buried her puffy face into her hands.

Nick scoffed incredulously, "Look who's talking! You can't stand me? I can't stand you!"