INFORMAL HITMAN ― XXXTENTACION (rewritten)

004. | COCAINE LOVE

[ I feel like the last two chapters weren't my best. I know what I'm capable of with my written skills, so I apologize that I didn't give my previous everything I got. I was in a hurry and did it all messy. I promise these next chapter will better. Much love to all my readers.  I love all you little rascals ] 

XOXO - Sully 

Chapter 4:

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I flipped over on the bed trying to get comfortable, but came in contact with someone's arm instead. My heart literal dropped to ass as i jumped up so fast that the room around me began to spin. what the fuck. I look down to see blonde hair of the person; fanned out on the pillow and my heart sank.

Did I sleep with someone? Holy shit.

I pressed my hand against my pounding head as I sat up fully to get a full view of the person. Shit! I screamed, picking up the glass of water on the dresser. With a quick flick of my wrist, I dumped the glass of water on Simmy's head and she jumped up, swinging.

"Are you out of your damn mind?" She screamed, kicking her way up. "Yo, I thought I slept with someone's girlfriend! Who the hell gave you a blonde hair wig?" I yelled back, pointing at her hair. She slowly lifted her arm to her head and began pulling the wig off before harshly tossing it on the floor.

"Dumb, bitch" She muttered, pulling her wet shirt off. "Hey, I hear that!" I grab the pillow besides me, hurling it her away. She dodged it effortlessly and began pulling her shirt off "That's great" she said, throwing her wet shirt at me. I was going to curse her until I felt this tight feeling in my stomach.

I swung myself to my feet and dashed for the bathroom. My stomach contracted so violently that I almost threw up before I even reached the toilet bowl. I got on my knees and gagged. The vomit surged out of me; came up looking like clam chowder and smelling like acidic Cheetos. I continued retching until only clear liquid was coming up. My throat felt sore from the stomach acid that was layering it and my mouth tasted like vomit.  I blanched under the toilet and sank to my bottom, resisting to touch my face with my fouled hands.

As I leaned forwards the last of it dribbled from my lips and my stomach turned over one more time. " Are you okay?" Simmy screamed from the room. I didn't answer, I just pushed my back against the wall; trying to control my breathing as the room around me spun. "Yamine?" Her voice was more clearer now. I knew she was standing in the door way, but I didn't bother to turn to face her. "It's just a hangover. I'll be fine." I said, waving her off. "You had five strong drinks last night and 2 ecstasy bars. You're not fine"

"Ecstasy bars?" I look up as my eyes grow wider. They were Xan- I turn my head around and began throwing up again. I vomited until my stomach was empty, this time. There was nothing but a dull pain left in my chest from the violent heaving.  "Yeah, I gave Zico those pills. I saw you taken them. Plus, I thought you knew" said said holding her nose. Zico... I didn't even care that I had illegal drugs in my system at moment. I felt my eyes getting wetter, but I fought them back.

See, I never learned to cry with style, silently, the pearl-shaped tears rolling down my cheeks from wide hazel eyes. The crying that leaves no smears or streaks. My crying was messy and hideous

The tears burst forth, spilling down my face. I feel the muscles of my chin tremble like a small child and I look toward the Simmy, as if she could soothe me right now. There was a static noise in my head once more and I got up. I walked over to the sink to wash my hands as tears dripped down my face.  "It's fine. I can manage. I've taken strong drugs before" I wave my hand again to hint she should leave.