Seeing Love (bxb)

15. Sacrifice

2/17/17
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As usual no editing but I tried😭
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Nicks POV

"Jack I think you should go into a rehab center." I say to him. Jack shakes his head  'no' weakly.

"I'm alright, I can stop on my own." He replies with a hoarse voice. Robby looked back up at him as if he was crazy. His voice was raspy and sounded desperately in need of water. There was a pitcher of water on a side table with disposable cups on a tray next to it. So I poured a cup and put it in front of him.

"Here drink some water you sound terrible."  He took the water for my hands with a gracious smile but I knew what he was trying to do. Ever since our childhood whenever him and I argue Jack's fight or flight would kick in. He'll either get extremely combative or he'll go into complete denial and act like nothing's wrong and god it's so annoying. Usually I'd threaten to knock some sense into him but I don't think now is the time for threats. Fortunately though throughout our lives we've only had a hand full of memorably fights but when we do it gets bad. Its probably also the reason Robby hated being involved in our confrontations.  "You almost died Jack. It has to stop, we can't keep doing this."

"Doing what?" He asks with a harmless smile, although I know my best friend and he's anything but harmless. Robby then got up from his seat on the other side of Jack and left the room, most likely to avoid participating in the unavoidable clash Jack and I were about to have.

"Stop fucking with me Jack, you know what I mean. All of this. I'm done. I can't keep dealing and you obviously need to stay away from drugs." I say trying keep up a calm voice.

"I'm not a fucking drug addict and what the fuck do you mean your 'done'!? You can't leave me!" He shouts with desperate panic in his eyes.

I've never understood his attachment to the 'profession'. This whole thing started out as a little fun but he's taken it way too far.

"I'm not leaving but this whole thing has gotten out of hand. You didn't really think this would be permanent, did you? I'm 18 now and we're heading to college soon. I can't get caught selling, it's a felony and we'd get into some serious trouble. Besides, you sold some really dangerous shit behind our backs man and then you tried to kill yourself. You need to get some help and...."

He turns his head away from me on the pillow.

"I get it. I fucked up. Can you leave? I'd like to be alone." He said while staring at the opposite wall.

I was done talking to him anyway so without saying another word I got up and left the room. I walked passed the reception desk and out the automatic doors. Robby was sitting on the curb in front of the parking lot, I had time so I decided to join him. I sat down and notice he was smoking a joint.

He blows out a puff of smoke. Then offers the homemade cig to me. Robby always knows when I need it. I take it from him, put it to my lips and inhale slowly feeling the flavored smoke fill my lungs. I must seem like such a hypocrite after my earlier speech, but right now I don't even really care.

"Ya know Nickky..." He starts, looking out into the parking lot.   "I was watching something yesterday that was super enlightening...."  He takes back the cig and sucks on it. Squinting his eyes as he inhales deeply than he exhales passes it back to me and continuing.  "It got me wondering like is there somebody looking down at us like we look at ants. Or Like is the whole universe in a marble and we are unaware of a cosmic game of jacks." He says picking up a pebble that was next to his foot, looking at it with mesmerized eyes.