TheCrew AU/Oneshots

Drugs

((Not edited, rip y'all))

"Let go of me!" Sidearms squeaked as the huge man standing in front of him suddenly took his arm in a death grip, sharp nails digging deeply into the flesh of his tanned, marked arm; from the force of which this man was holding onto him would surely leave dark bruises for yet another accuse he'd have to make up just to slide under the watchful eyes of his friends. His friends. God, if they found out, how would they react? Would they think of him differently? That shouldn't even be a question, of course they would. Hearing that this giggly, arrogant, freshman was a drug addict; a pill popper, an injector, a stealer...

They'd think, 'Of all the people in this world, this child couldn't even listen and follow the rules. What a fool. If he can't even take care of himself, why should we?' They shouldn't have that responsibility, honestly. It would be exhausting, not only to put up with his bullshit daily, but also the amount of trouble he had won himself. What he had always feared was the thought of them walking in on him taking pills or injecting himself with the only thing that could ever bring him happiness anymore. What would happened if they found he had overdosed or beaten to death in an alleyway because hadn't paid his drug dealer.

That was the whole reason he was here.. to finally pay his expenses. What he didn't known was that every time he forgot or couldn't pay, the fee would double. He had gotten him the money, why couldn't he just walk off, enjoy his grey world for awhile more before he had the urge to help himself to more of the overpriced drugs. Sidearms needed help, not only mentally and physically, but as well as financially. He couldn't afford his apartment anymore, it was trashed and dirty but he needed somewhere to stay, a safe place. He had been thinking about paying the landlord with his body, at least he'd be able to sleep for another month or so without having to worry about eviction. Going to his friends wouldn't work, he knew. Shadow had already been cracking down on his case, G18 has been suspicious from the very start of him using, Joel and Hova would be disappointed, Bdubs wouldn't know what to do, D20 and D4 would never let him leave their house ever again, and Speedy would try his best to clear his name and his addiction but would be very disappointed as well. He was disgusting, a wreck.

He wasn't looking forward to what the future had in store for him. Right now, all he could do was live in the present and forget all about his worries; while his drug dealer beat him once again until he would pretend to be unconscious and wait for him to leave. Once he would, he would grab the makeup set and start to coat his face with foundation until he looked normal. His body was decaying, he knew that if he didn't find help soon that he would die. His skin was pale, looking sickly as much as he tried to hide it. His eyes were dull, no longer bright and playful. His lips were often chapped and he was very paranoid, looking around frequently as if someone was stalking him. All he needed to make him a little happier was money, maybe one day enough to get him out of this shithole he fell in.

He knew that asking to borrow money would immediately pop up a red flag for a few of the guys, if not all. He also knew that they had been onto him for awhile, probably when he would appear decorated with multicolored bruises when coming to school after a few days of basically disappearing. They asked, prodded, joked, wondered aloud and yet, they never got an answer, not even a peep from Side which was unusual. They still don't let him go for it, constantly being around him from fear that what had happened to him on that day, wouldn't happen again. Of course, that failed.

Here he was again, curled in a ball and crying in a corner as the needles and pill bottles taunted him. It was too much, he couldn't handle it, his skin crawled. Burning. He needed to call someone, he needed someone at his side, someone to hug and cry on their shoulder. He just needed anyone at this moment. So he texted Speedy.

Last text message sent June 6th

The last time Sidearms had talked to his friends through summer break. Concerning them deeply.

New text message sent June 15th

Sidearms: Please get over here, I need help"
Sent at 2:01 AM
read at 2:03 AM
Speedy: Are you okay? What happened? Should I bring anyone? I'm bringing Shadow, I don't care, we'll be over there in a few minutes"
sent at 2:04 AM
read at 2:04 AM

Although it wasn't the best combination, it still was something and Side could careless right now. Eventually, the stress and pain has taken control, sending him into a restless sleep. Skinny arms wrapped around boney knees, holding them tightly into his chest for a sense of safety.
Speedy has practically kicked the door down after no response for a straight minute. Quickly, Shadow and Speedy spilt up to check the bathroom and the bedroom which were farther into the apartment. Speedy had all but swung Side's bedroom door open and practically ran in. His apartment obviously wasn't in the most pristine condition and neither was Sidearms as Speedy laid his eyes on him. He was shaking, tear trails visible and bruises that ranged from what looked like months to just a few days ago stood prominently all over his skin.

Gasping lightly as he kicked the used needles out of the way, he kneeled down a gently shook Sidearms awake, he could feel his friends cold sweat and sense his fear.
"Speedy..?" Sidearms asked, his voice sounded so broken and it crushed Speedy. "Yes, I'm here, Sidey," he said before being engulfed in a weak hug from Sidearms. He could feel Side's tears soak his shirt and hear Shadow's body gently rest next to him and Side. He watched as Shadow frowned greatly, and examined the mess of needles and pill bottles, dirt and small spots of blood here and there. Shadow and Speedy shared the same deeply concerned, scared and sorrowful look. Speedy rested a hand on Side's back and gently rubbed as Shadow swept his hand through his hair in a desperate attempt to calm him down.

After an hour of sleepy mumbles of care, petting and hugging, Sidearms was finally able to let out a whimper or two that were hard to distinguish from cries.

"My drug dealer raped me.."