a nate archibald story

chapter seven

Chapter seven: the truth of juliet sharp

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10 months ago

When Juliet called him the first time, Damien felt something was off. But he was never one to pass on a good sale, so he had the drugs delivered to her, like he would to any other client. When she called him two days later, though, and asked for more, that feeling came back, and he wasn't stupid enough to ignore it. So he insisted on delivering the drugs himself.

He wasn't very impressed with the shady motel, but then, he'd delivered drugs in worst places before. As he walked to room 212 he looked around, making sure there were no security cameras or people looking at him too intently. Of course, there weren't, because places like that never did.

He arrived at the door of the room and tried to hear what was going on inside. It seemed the TV was on, but it was still very quiet. The amount of drugs he had given Juliet should have lasted at least a week, if she'd been alone, and it didn't seem like there was a party going on. The bad feeling grew in Damien's gut. He'd had that feeling a few times before, when he'd been close to getting caught. However, luck had always turned his way, and he figured, with his diplomatic immunity, he could take a few chances.

"Juliet, it's Damien, open up," he said as he knocked softly on the door. He heard rummaging inside and the door opened, but only a little. She stuck her head outside and smiled at him.

"Do you have them?" she whispered. Her voice was curt and her eyes were hard.

"Do you think I would be here if I didn't?" he answered. "Are you going to let me in?"

Juliet moved back and opened the door a little more, leaving him just enough space to squeeze in. He shut the door but when he turned around to walk further into the room, he found that Juliet was blocking his way.

"You're not even going to offer me a drink?" he asked, using his most charming voice.

"I don't have time for politeness," she said.

Damien sighed, and just as he was about to reach for the drugs in his pocket, he heard a moan.

"What was that?" he asked. He tried to look past Juliet but she was blocking his view, deliberately.

"Just the TV," Juliet answered, but she knew that Damien didn't believe her. He shoved her out of the way, but when he saw the scene before him, he stopped dead in his tracks.

"I... what.." he sputtered.

Juliet walked around him and blocked his view, once again.

"Just give me the drugs, and forget what you saw. This is none of your business," she said.

"The hell it isn't my business, I know them! I went to school with Serena, and I dated Jenny!" Damien said. He pushed her out of the way again, and his eyes confirmed what his mind was having a hard time processing: Jenny and Serena were both lying on the bed, clearly drugged. Serena was starting to come to, but Jenny was unconscious.

"Look, they're both fine, ok? They just need to sober up," Juliet said.

Damien felt the bad feeling inside of him explode. He couldn't think, and he felt like he couldn't breathe. He could hear his heart pounding in his head, his mouth was dry, and his hands felt clammy. He knew Serena had done things like that before, but Jenny? Even though they had dealt drugs together for weeks she never took a single pill, and he'd never even seen her drunk. And the only thing that was going through his mind was the amount of pills he'd given Juliet, and how Jenny wouldn't be able to take even a fraction of that.