Testing Love || Be My Outlaw Sequel

Twelve

TRIGGER WARNING: MENTION OF DRUGS/DRUG USE

* Two months later*

Ashley sat down on the couch with his face in his hands. He didn't know what to do anymore. Every day for the past two months has been the same. If felt like it's been years. Ashley had been sleeping on the couch for all that time because Andy wouldn't let him go in the bedroom. He never left the bedroom. But Ash wasn't always there, of course, he had things to do, so that was probably when he would come out.

Today though, today was different than the others. Today he caught Andy trying to steal money from him. Then it dawned on him. He began to connect all the dots. Andy always wanting sugary things, the way he was talking, why he wouldn't let Ashley in there, and why he was always wearing long sleeves and nodding off.  But he had to check. He couldn't just assume something like that.

"Andy," he called as he knocked on the door. "I'm going out with Harley. I won't be back till late tonight." Ashley walked outside and got in his car. He pulled out of the driveway and drove down the street. He turned around so he could see his house then put the car in park. He had to know if his suspicion was correct.

After nearly two hours of Ash not being in the house, a car pulled up outside. A minute later, Andy was outside and getting in. Ash waited 10 minutes before going back to the house. When he got up to the front door, Killer came running outside. Wherever Andy was going, he cared more about that than whether or not he locked or even shut the door. Ash picked him up and walked in, slamming and locking the door as he mumbled to himself about how mad he was. He sighed heavily as his hand rested on the door, trying to prepare himself for what he might find. He was hoping to God it wasn't what he thought, but deep down he knew it was pretty much the only possible explanation. He opened the door and was shocked and disgusted by what he saw.

There were dirty dishes and half-eaten food everywhere. The carpet was stained in many different spots and also had a few cigarette burns. The bed looked just as bad as the floor. The room was trashed and Ashley was pissed. He was giving Andy a place to live despite how shitty he'd been treating him, and this is how he thanked him? Ashley was fuming, and he started rummaging through everything. Every drawer, every shelf, every book. Any place Andy could hide it, Ashley checked. He found nothing. Then it hit him. There was one last place he could check.

Ashley flipped the mattress off his bed, then the box spring. Low and behold, that's where it was hiding. He picked it up and stared at it. He couldn't believe this actually belonged to his boyfriend. He held it in his hand and slowly lowered himself to the floor, sitting with his legs crossed as he just started at what was in front of him. He stared at it for a good 20 minutes, thinking about what to do. Once he had an idea, he stood up and set it down on his nightstand. He took a deep breath and began to clean up his room.

An hour and a half later Ashley has finished cleaning and walked into the bathroom attached to his room. After he went to the bathroom he went over to the sink to wash his hands. But then he saw it. Two white, powdery lines sitting right there, a small straw next to them. He gulped as he stared down at them. It all came crashing down on him. Sure, he'd been sober for about 10 years now, but that made is that much harder. He hadn't seen or been around it in that many years. He still had urges, but he always managed to ignore them. But those times it was never right there.

Before he knew what he was doing, the straw was in his hand. His eyes were locked on the small plastic tube as he rolled it between his fingers. He missed this feeling, fuck he missed it so much. He clenched his jaw as the voice in his head told him over and over again to do it. One tiny part of him was telling him not to, that maybe it wasn't what he thought and that he'd come so far. But he ignored that part of him. He put one end of the straw near the line and bent over, putting the other end in his nose. He inhaled and did the same to the other. He stood up and hung his head back closing his eyes. It felt good, so fucking good. But something felt a little off, different than it used to. Maybe it wasn't what he thought it was...