Deception- Two

Messy Bitch

Sasha carries Shea into the more than familiar house laying the younger girl on her couch, "Speak to me Shea what did you take?" Shea shrugs as her dilated pupils meet Sasha's light blue piercing eyes, "I drank, I smoked, and I took some other stuff, but I don't know what it was." Shea whispers as she barely realizes where she is, "Why would you do that Shea?" Sasha rubs her temples out of frustration, "It's the only thing I can do to forget." Shea whispers before sitting up and attempting to exit the house, "You're not going anywhere I don't need you walking the streets in this state. You could get yourself arrested or worse killed." Shea cackles while rolling her head back, "Like that'd be such a bad thing?" Sasha's heart breaks at the hurt behind the girls voice who's currently standing in front of her, "Fuck." Shea whispers before running to the near by trash can throwing all of the toxins she's consumed earlier up. Sasha winces at the state Shea is currently in before lovingly taking her hair in her hands as she empties the contents of her stomach into the trash, "I can't keep anything down can I." Sasha looks down at the nearly alcohol poisoned girl, "When was the last time you ate?" 

Shea shrugs with a blank expression, "I keep throwing it up nothing has been staying down. I stress eat then my stomach just doesn't agree then it all comes up." Sasha bows her head in shame knowing she's caused the mess that's been going on in this poor girls life, "The only thing I can do is sleep." Shea drunkenly stands up attempting to wobble her way out the front door, "No you're sitting down." Sasha leads Shea to the empty couch across the room, "Don't touch me." Shea swats Sasha's hand away, "Stop trying to be nice. You don't want me here I don't wanna be here." Shea slurs before standing up again, "Sit your ass down Shea!" Sasha commands as her voice echos through out the room. Shea sits down out of fear never expecting that volume to exit Sasha's painted lips, "Just sit down we'll figure this out in the morning I don't need you wondering around town in this state." Sasha goes to the kitchen to retrieve Shea a glass of water by the time she got back Shea was passed out on the couch in fetal position with both of her hands next to her face. Sasha exhales at the messy yet beautiful vision as a pain races through her heart, 'You let that go. She isn't yours anymore.' Sasha bows her head in shame before grabbing a blanket from the back of a near by chair, and tucks in the snoring Shea in front of her.