I Am Addiction

Chapter 4: Becoming a completely different person

I looked around the attic, blinking so my eyes could adjust to the lighting. Much to my surprise, there was pretty much a fully furnished bedroom up there. Vince walked over to a chair next to the bed and sat down. The chair squeaked a little when he put his weight on it. It had a neon orange cover spread out over it so I couldn't see alot of it but from what I could see I think it was a recliner. I noticed our bags laying in another covered up chair across the room and remembered him telling me that they had a bed for us to use in the attic, but I assumed that they would be bringing the bed down for us to use, not that we would be staying in the attic. I continued to look around and decided I didn't mind too much because it was quiet up there and it seemed nice enough. I had stayed in much worse and in my mind anywhere was better than living and sleeping in a car so I  didn't mind most places. I had lived and slept in cars and trucks before. I also at times have slept at parks and bus stop benches while living on the streets. I struggled to find a place to go offten, after my abusive mother would kick me out normally due to her boyfriend disliking kids. I have been kicked out of my own home more times than I could count. It was something I was sadly use to because my family wasn't exactly warm, loving, or kind. I realised I had been standing there for a while and I looked over at Vince who began patting the bed with his hand telling me to sit. He smiled at me and I smiled back, which made him smile even more as I walked over and sat on the edge of the pillow covered bed next to the chair he had sat down in. He shifted in the chair to face me a bit more. "I just wanted to ask you what you thought of this place and how you feel after everything. It seems like you're enjoying yourself, but I just wanted to be sure everything was okay," he said as he reached over and put his hand on my knee. I smiled and put my hand on his. "Love, I'm having a great time. Everyone seems pretty nice and I feel great. I guess I had the wrong idea about ice. It's nothing like what I expected. I guess they make it sound horrible and scary to prevent younger people from doing it, but it really isn't as bad as they make it seem. I just feel energetic because of it and I'm actually in a good mood." Vince smiled and said, "I'm glad. You and Pixie seem to be hanging out and having fun. Seems like you two are friends again," he chuckled a little and joked, "maybe even more than friends," as he reached over and gently nudged me with his elbow. I giggle and admitted, "Honestly I do kind of miss her and you already know I still have love in my heart for her but not like the love I have for you. I've been kind of thinking about reconsidering your offer to let me date and hook up with women. I'm thinking about trying to see how she might feel about that." He shook his head, "it isn't an offer. It's just how it is. You can do it if you want or you can decide not to if that's what you want to do. Just whatever you do, I'm your number one. You can't just fuck girls all day and never want me. And you can't go off and leave me for some bitch. Okay?" I laughed, "I would never leave you for someone else because I love you way too much and I don't want to lose you, so you have nothing to worry about, I swear. And even if I wanted to I can't resist when you try to get me in bed. You know that. When have I ever been able to?" So of course he came to sit on the bed next to me and began trying to get in my pants, tipical Vince, but before we got too far we heard someone open the attic door and we jumped a little stopped what we were doing and raised up to see what was going on. As we seen someone coming up the ladder I quickly realised it was Pixie. "Hey guys! Um, I don't mean to barge in but it's not like I could knock. Sorry if I'm interrupting something. Matt is being an ass, like always, and he's hogging the bathroom, and has litterally been in there forever. I normally just come up here if I wanna get high when that happens. I brought you guys some dope because every one has already done a couple lines since you've been gone and I didn't want you to be left out. It cool if I shoot up here with you guys?" She said while shutting the door and walking over to sit in the chair  Vince had been originally sitting in before we even told her if it was okay or not. Vince chimed in before I could even think of what to say to her, "Hell Yeah! I was needing a boost," he put his hand on my knee and continued, "We don't care if you need to come chill for a minute, but not too long, because I'm trying to get laid! You know how it is," he laughed and nudged me again as I started to blush and look away so they didn't see. "Cool man, Thanks! And I get it, I won't be too long. And if you need any help getting her off let me know. I've always been an expert on giving Ana exactly what she likes," Pixie said as she got the ice ready to shoot. I would have been in shock from her comment and might have tried to change the subject but I was kind of distracted. I realised that she didn't have her heroin with her to do with the ice like she usually does, so I wondered if she had run out. I knew that would mean that she wouldn't be so out of it and maybe I could talk to her about the deal Vince and I had made. Vince laughed and said, "you'll have to wait your turn. I doubt a three-some would be okay with her and I called dibs first!" Pixie told him, "I know her pretty well, man, and I'm positive she'd do it." That's when I stepped in before they could continue, "Hey, where's our shit that you brought? I need a boost too. Can you break it down, babe?" Pixie handed it to him. He told me he had a better idea than just snorting it and went to the dresser that I hadn't seen sitting in the corner and dug around for a while until he pulled out a torch and a glass tube. I looked at the tube as he walked over to me with it and one side was jagged like something had been broken off the other end or like it's end had been broken off or something. I was confused and I began asking questions about what we were suppost to do with it and why he even knew it was there. He explained that he use to stay here and this had been his room. He said that alot of his old stuff is still in here and that tube use to be a dope pipe but it had gotten broken. It and the torch was his from when he lived here. He said he used them to do hotrails. He said that alot of people do them. He explained that you heat up one end and use the other to snort and the hot end is down where the dope is. It burns less that way and you blow out a cloud of smoke but he warned me not to hold it in like weed because you aren't suppost to. I was scared and hesitant a little but I gave in quickly once he told me it would give me more of a high and once I seen him start braking down the lines. He finished and began heating up the tube with the torch on the broken end. Pixie had already gotten done shooting her's but she just sat there and didn't seem like she was going to leave any time soon. Vince did his hotrail and blew out a huge cloud of smoke. He put the torch back on the tube to make sure it was still hot enough and told me not to hesitate or wait because it would cool off too much. So, when he handed it to me, I went for it. I blew out a cloud bigger than his and oddly felt a little proud of it for some reason. Then it hit me and I was higher than I had expected. I felt a huge rush. Pixie began to brag on me and talk shit to Vince, joking that a newbie did dope better than he could. I got really chatty and I kept walking around the room and laughing and I was acting extreamly flirty twards Pixie I assume because she and Vince both started making moves and trying to get in my pants and I didn't know how to feel. I knew I would normally never go for it but it kind of sounded fun.

I Am Addiction:

I can change you as more than you know. I have the ability to convince and persuade you to do things you'd never do without me and my power over time can only grow. I have more say so than you have been able to see or have believed. You may think you're making the decisions on your own, but your not. If you don't see it, that's because you're being decived.