His Only Drug

Chapter 18

Dedicated to overed

Zelsa's POV:

The wetness of the soil hit my nostrils. The freshness of the grass dashed the remaining sleep I had. The view infront of me was truly breathtaking. We were on top of a hilly area, somewhere in the middle of a forest maybe.

"Come on!" I heard Zach behind me. I couldn't tear my gaze away from the view.

I felt the same warm tingling in my palm, I turned and saw Zach holding my hand. I let him lead the way. A few distance away stood a giant tree with a tiny treehouse.

Excitement filled me up, I ran towards the tree leaving his hand and quickly climbed up. Once inside, I took the time to admire the small cabin type thing. The walls of the treehouse were filled with drawings. I traced my hands on them one by one.

"I was around four, maybe when I drew them." Startled by his voice, I slowly turned to face him. His eyes shone with happiness as if he was reminiscing the memories. His eyes fell on something behind me and then, his eyes no longer held the same spark. Instead, it was replaced by pain. I turned around to find what made him sad. My gaze fell on one particular drawing or more like a scribbling on a sketch.

I tried to figure out what the sketch was, but failed.

"Come." He offered his hand, and I gently took it. He took me towards the small window, which was more like a huge hole in the wooden wall. I peeped outside and I swear my breathing stopped for a moment.

The view was heavenly. I could see trees and a waterfall which won't be far from where we are. The skies seemed beautiful with yellow and orange hues. The wind was so calm, as if welcoming us.

"My father built me this when I was a kid, probably the only good thing he did for me. I used to visit this place every summer. Even in my teens years, this place was my hideaway. This place holds so many memories, all my secrets. I have laughed, and shed tears. This place is very special for me." He looked everywhere as if trying to communicate with the place. There was some sort of peace and pain in his voice.

Why are we here? I wanted to ask but didn't.

"What your favourite memory about this place?" My voice came out low, he turned and locked his gaze with mine. The action sent a warm feeling to my spine.

What is happening to me?

I quickly averted my gaze and went to the other side. Luckily, I found a stool beneath the desk. I scurried and sat on the stool.

"I used to paint as a kid. So one summer I decided to paint my mother and surprise her. I still remember how I used to hide the canvas under the desk you're sitting next to-" he said while pointing in my direction while smiling faintly, "-when she used to come and pick me up."

I noticed his smiling fading as if some bad memory resurfaced. He still stood there with something running on his mind. I saw his fist and jaw clenching. I walked towards him.

"Hey, what's running on the little brain of yours?" I asked softly as I gently squeezed his fist. I sensed him relaxing. His gaze fell on mine and he smiled while shaking his head, signalling me a 'nothing'.

Seconds later, his eyes widen as if he realized something and I knew what exactly he realized. I couldn't hold my laughter and bursted out.

"My brain isn't small!" He huffed like a kid which me laugh even more.

"So you find it amusing, huh?" My laughter died as he smirked.

"You know what I amusing?", before I could respond he lunged onto me and started tickling me. Once again I couldn't hold my laughter. I laughed so hard that I couldn't breathe and by now my face would've gone all red.

"Zelsa! I swear you're gonna pay for this!" His voice boomed.

I stiffed my giggles and kept hiding in my closet. I saw him entering the room through the space since the door wasn't completely closed.

I saw him walking towards the other side of the room but moments later when he didn't return I pushed the door a little wider. Wide enough to peep and that's when he caught me.

I couldn't hold my laughter as I saw the masterpiece I drew on his face.

"So you find it amusing, little Zee?" He grinned. I knew what was coming next I turned to run but his arms held me and he started to tickle.

"Stop! Etha-n pl-ease" I said while laughing.

"Not unless you tell me I'm the world's smarter and handsome boy." The tickling slowed.

"Never." I said, giggling.

"Now, you'll have to face my wrath!" He tickled me harder.

"Okay, st-op. I w-will say it." I begged and he stopped thinking I'd say it. But oh boy, he was so wrong.

I pushed him away and ran out of the room.

"Earth to you!" Zach arched a brow.

I realized I wasn't laughing anymore. I blinked few seconds before tears made their way.

"Hey, no more crying." Zach held me into his arms and caressed my hair.

I continued to sob silently before pulled away and asked, "Wanna talk about it?"

I panicked, I don't know why. Since I still feel, talking about Ethan is difficult. He must've sensed my discomfort because he didn't push me to talk instead he said, "Let's eat?", so we dug into the delicious food.

It was dark by the time we decided to leave. Supermarket Flowers by Ed Sheeran was being played on the radio. I heard Zach humming the lyrics and that was the last thing I remember before I dozed off.

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Hey there my lovely readers!

It's been a long time since I last updated. I'm so sorry but I can explain.

I was busy with my uni stuff and later I realized I was going through writers block. My friends gave me so many ideas but I just couldn't find the inspiration to write more. There was a point when I wanted to delete the story and Wattpad too but my friends asked me not to do so, instead they supported me and asked me to give myself some more time.

I am sorry because you all had to wait for a long time. I love how you all love the story and encourage me to write. Thankyou. I am slowly getting on the track. I hope I get enough time now to update regularly.

Have a great day/night lovelies :)

Thank you for your patience.

Love you❤
-Tas :)