Oh God, She's Like Us.

six- regret.

    It was an early Saturday morning. My head was aching, my legs sore from running. I open my eyes slowly, seeing it was still dark outside. I sigh heavily, removing myself from Franklin's arms.

Why?

  Why did I agree to be in this group? It only brought trouble. I sigh as I scribble out a note, leaving it on my side of the bed.

  'Went to go hang out with a friend. Have fun today. Don't worry about me.'

  I pull on some fresh clothes, grabbing my keys and going to my Jeep. I text Trevor, my hands shaky.

  I, 5:16 AM:  'can we hang out?'
T, 5:16 AM:  'yes. Cn't get enough of uncle T? (;'
  I, 5:18 AM:   'gross. I just needs drugs n shit. I'm stressed as hell.'
T, 5:20 AM:   'OH yea. C u l8r (;'

  I roll my eyes at his texts. He texted like a 12 year old who got their first phone. I speed off, making the trip to Sandy shores. I sigh heavily, rolling down the window as the cool air blew through my hair, knotting it immediately. I hum quietly, hugging Franks hoodie closer to my body.

   Once I pulled into the dusty yard, I hopped out, pulling my hair into a pony tail. I jog up the creaky steps, knocking on the door, but furrowing my eyebrows as it creaked open. "T? I'm coming in! Hope you aren't naked." I call out, walking inside. I see him on the couch with a beer in his hand, snoozing. I scoff and throw a bottle cap at him, it hitting his forehead. He pops up, snorting and looking around. "Huh?! Damn bikers, I'll kill you!" He pulls out a pistol, and my eyes widen. "T, it's me, Indya. Calm down." I hush him, sitting him down gently. "Oh. Hey. What are you doing here?" he furrows his eyebrows. I roll my eyes, leaning against the counter. "I drive two hours, only for you to forget?" I tease, shaking my head.

  He thinks for a moment, then his face lights up. "Oh! Drugs. Right." he nods. He rummages through the drawer in his room, grabbing a small plastic baggy of white powder. I look at it as he plops it in my hand. "What's this?" I ask quietly. "Coke." he nods, clearing off a space on his table. He grabs his wallet, tossing me a card and a crumpled bill. I look at them, giggling quietly and getting to work.

  After the first line, I cough quietly, looking over to him. "Yeah? Good shit, huh?" He smirks. I nod, looking to my phone as it rings. It took me a minute to process, but I then answer. "Hey Frankie." I coo gently, Trevor popping the cap off of a beer. I sip it, checking his watch. Was it really 8 AM now? "Hey, baby. Just wanted to make sure you were okay and not doing Meth somewhere in the middle of the desert." he chuckles, causing me to giggle. "No, no nothing like that, baby." I say softly, taking another gulp of beer. I look to Trevor, shaking my head playfully. "'Aight, well when you get back, let's do somethin'" he yawns. "Yeah, yeah okay. Alright." I smile to myself.

   After we hung up, Trevor tosses me a bottle of pills. I instantly knew what they were. "God, I haven't had these since freshman year in highschool." I whisper, popping it open. The little white pills, 'Xanax' written on them, brought back memories. I grin, popping one into my mouth, chasing it down with some beer. I lean back against the wall, humming in satisfaction. "Oh shit." I giggle, looking at the bottle. "Can I keep these? I'll pay you." I nod, tossing him a $50. He chuckles and tucks it into his back pocket.

  The hot summer heat glared down on me as I was on Trevor's deck, on the phone with a friend. Suddenly, I see a white buffalo. My eyes widen and I hang up, wiping my nose clean from any powder. I watch Franklin get out, a confused look on his face. "Hey, whatchu' doin' here?" He tilts his head, grabbing my waist. "Just hanging out." I nod, but watch him wipe my upper lip with his sleeve, looking down at the white substance. His eyes narrow and he busts inside, waking Trevor from his nap. Poor guy, just wants to sleep.

  "T! You been letting my girl do coke?! Man, what's wrong wit yo ass?!" He shouts, shoving the older man down. "Franklin!" I grab his arm, trying to pull him back. "Hey, buddy. Nice to see you too." Trevor scoffs, rolling his eyes as he stood up. "Franklin! It was my idea!" I glare, pulling him away. "I wanted to! I just didn't know who to go to!" I watch his angry eyes become filled with disappointment. "Fo' real, baby? Damn. But why?" he frowns, making me look away. "I don't know." I whisper. I play with my fingers.

  "Ah, I believe it was because she was worked up over yesterday's events." Trevor butts in, sipping his beer. "It wasn't just coke, might I add. Nope. Alcohol, Xanax. Jeez, Frank. Got yourself a classy girl." He ended his sentence dripping with sarcasm. I frown, pulling my hand away from Franklin's. I walk out, climbing into his car and just sitting in the passenger seat. I stare out of the window, tears trying to push themselves out. As one slips, many follow.

  I didn't even hear Franklin get in. I wasn't paying attention. "Hey, don't mind what he said. He's jus' an old fart who doesn't have a filter." He sighs, pulling onto the road. I look over, then down, watching his hand latch onto mine, our fingers intertwining. "It's true, F." I mumble. "I'm just like everyone else in this fucked up state." I sigh heavily, rubbing his inked arm lightly. He sucked his teeth, shaking his head, "Mane, shut up. You know that ain't true, baby." He kissed my hand, squeezing it. I smile, nodding slightly. "Hey Frank?" I ask quietly. He hums, signalling for me to continue.

  "I think I love you."