The Handsome Helper

Chapter 18

"Donatello!" We were going at least 80 on the motorway. We'd been driving at this high speed for about 5 minutes. Donny got into the car and buckled himself before racing the suburbs streets to the motorway. I got up and buckled myself out of fear. Donny was driving like he was going to kill: kill himself. "Donny stop!" I tried again. Nothing was working, he just sped up. It was like he was in a trance.

Multiple things/questions ran through my head, one after another. Did he get made? Are they after him? Is he going to die? Did he get caught? Did someone see me? This is all my fault.

"Stop the car! Stop it now!" He looked at me. Still speeding, he looked at me. He slowed down until we were at the side of the road, safe from other vehicles.

I took my opportunity and got out of the car. Why was he driving so crazy? Did he want to kill us?

I walked on the rocky path kicking at any stones in my way. Donny never drives like that, not when I'm in the car.

Maybe he's just angry? Am I overreacting? No of course I'm not! He almost killed us going that speed! My hands lock in my hair and I tug at the roots screaming. Am I a psycho magnet?

Donny isn't a psycho, granted that was some crazy driving but it was a good thrill.

Before long I'm walking back to Donny's car. He's still sat inside with a dazed look on his face. God he's hot. I open up his door and reach over unbuckling him. He doesn't move as I grab his hand and attempt to pull him out of his car. "Donny" I sigh. He looked at me and nodded. He got out and shut his door to lean on it.

I engulfed him in a hug and he hugged me back. I felt him breathing me in with a big breath. I smiled, Donny was always warm.

"What's wrong?" He straightened up but his hands were squeezing my sides still. He looked a little more relaxed compared to his weird trance while driving.

"Do you like Raphael?" Donny asked. So that was the cause of the crazy driving? He looked like he'd been keeping this question in, debating whether or not to ask. The truth was I did. I did like Raphael. As mean as he was but it didn't compare to the love I felt for Donny. So I told him, he nodded.

"Yeah we had sex but you were gone and.."

"I was gone" his eyes shut as he said it. I didn't want to blame him because it wasn't entirely his fault I ran to Raphael in my time of need but to be truthful, wasn't that Donny's plan? "Why are you shaking?" Donny asked. His question was full of concern but I wasn't shaking? It was him who was shaking

"I'm not, you're shaking..." He let go of me and I stepped back. I looked at him and he was stood still leaning on the car. Completely still. Why am I shaking? Have I stopped? "My head hurts" in efforts to make my act believable I pressed my finger tips to my temple and rubbed them.

"I'll take you home.." Donny walked to me with caution.

"Thanks" I said hesitantly. He was hovering over me and I couldn't focus on anything but his eyes

"Oh my god!" He shouted. His shout sounded like it came through overhead headphones. I flinched away. "You're getting withdrawals!" It's true, I felt the aching in my legs too "what did he give you?!" Why is he still shouting? He's giving me a real headache

"Stop shouting! God!" He looked at me in complete terror

"Duch I'm not shouting" he said. His volume had decreased dramatically. He looked like he was whispering but his voice was a normal volume.

Donny can't whisper properly, he struggles to make his voice that quiet. He blames it on his big family, saying if you didn't shout you weren't heard. So when his face looked like he was trying so hard to whisper why was it coming out at such a normal volume?

"What did he give you?"

"What did who give me?" I asked confused. Raphael?

"Raphael" this situation was laughable. I knew Donny hadn't figured me out yet. He clung to the hope weed had aged me this bad. It surprised me I still got customers, I was hideous.

His face was pissing me off, what even was that look on his face?

"Why are you talking about drugs and Raphael? I only ever smoke weed with you!" Donny stepped towards me and grabbed my arm forcefully.

"Get in the car"

"Ow! Ow! Let go of me" I cried. His grip was so tight and it hurt like no pain I'd felt before

"I'm barely touching you Duch!" I looked at his hand ready to protest his monstrous lie when I looked to see his fingers loosely wrapped around my arm. The pain was unbearable but he was hardly touching me..

I got inside the car and brought my knees to my chest to help keep me warm.

"This isn't what weed does, what else have you taken?"

"Nothing" I lied. Donny started the engine and pulled back on to the road

"I'm done with the lies Duch, but you know what, I'm not sticking around for more. So I'll drop you off home and then you can cry to Ana with all your shit because I don't even get half of you. I deserve more than lies Duch. I'm literally putting my life on the line for you" I looked at him for a long time after he finished his speech. I decided then to give myself to Donny. All of me.

"Heroin" was all I said. Donny sped up, we were back to flying up the motorway

"Shit" his cuss was unexpected, was it hard to get off it?

"What?" Donny drove the car to a roundabout and headed back up the motorway in the opposite direction as before "where are we going?" I asked, in reply he quickly typed a text on his phone as he rested it on his thigh. He put it in the divider as it buzzed. He didn't reach for it so I did. It was a text from..

"To meet my mum"

I've already started the next chapter so stay tuned