My Addiction

My Addiction:Chapter Five

I turned around and saw a man in a dark hoodie making his way towarsd me. Shit.  I sighed, knowing that this was bound to happen sooner or later.

The man approached me and said "Do you have it?" He could be talking about one of two things, my rent, or his drugs.

"Well that depends, who are you exactly?" The man pulled the hood to his jacket down and I knew that he was refering to his drugs. I'm not going to lie, I'm a dealer and a good one.

"Well if you recall Josh, I said that I would come to you, not the other way around."

The man with the hoodie, Josh, lowered his head to inspect his shoes and said "I have the money with me." I scoffed at him and said

"Don't push me, you know how I run my business and this isn't it."

Josh looked at me and said, "Well if you recall, you're rent is due pretty soon and I'm going to guess that you don't have the money."

I took a few steps towards him and said "First of all, I highly suggest that you check yourself. Second, if you ever want stuff again without having to go to a different state, I don't suggest fucking with me, at all. Finally, do no ever try to blackmail me becuase I have connections that could not only get you killed, but wipe you off the face of the planet. So do not fucking push me." my voice gradually got louder towards the end.

I didn't take shit from anyone, especially not this fuck face. Josh looked very nervously and said "I'm sorry, I just need my stuff."

"And I will get you your stuff, I'm very good at what I do and I do not want to get caught because you're being careless, capiche?"

"Yeah, I capiche." Josh mumbled quietly.

"Good, now turn around and walk your arse down to your house, and for the record, I'm not letting anything slip through the cracks. Not like last time."

With that said, I spun around and continued my walk down the alley way like a boss ass bitch. Last time, there were some serious issues with the distribution of my "product". That costed me big time. Josh did have a point though, I had no way of paying my rent that was going to be due pretty soon. Someone would probably let me bum their couch for a bit, I hope.

I finally approached my house and pulled out my keys then unlocked my door and walked inside. I dropped my purse on the table right next to the front door. I walked into the kitchen and got a glass of water before walking into the living room. I sat on my sofa and pulled my very old lap top onto my lap and began updating my resume to bring to the hospital tomorrow. I needed a job, badly.

I began writing down all of my previous jobs, my experience, references, and recomendes. I felt my eyelids begin to get very heavy, but I was determined to get this finished tonight. I got up and made my way into the bathroom. I splashed my face with some cold water to try and wake myself up a little bit. I looked up and saw my reflection in the mirror.

My dark dark brown hair was just below my shoulders and had many layers in it. It formed around my face and cascaded around it. I had bangs that fell to my eybrows. My brown hair made my grayish blue eyes stand out. I was only about five feet tall and I was very petite. I threw my hair up into a messy bun and walked into my room. I opened my dresser and put some booty shorts and a tank top on. I walked back into the living room, and finished up my resume.

I decided to go ahead and print a few copies so that I could turn my resume in everywhere. The second after I had printed all of the copies I walked into my room and collapsed face first onto my bed and passed out

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I woke up the next morning and couldn't help but be excited to see my ginger haired jesus, Ed. I looked at my alarm clock and realized it was 7:30. I reluctantly got out of the protective and warm grasps of my bed and into the freezing exterior that was my room. I walked into the bathroom and got into the shower.

Once I was done, I put on some skinny jeans and a white shirt that had a read guitar on it and it said 'Don't lose What you LOVE.' I walked over to the mirror and put some eyeshadow, winged eyeliner, and mascara on. I was putting my lipstick on when I saw my wrist in the mirror, I paused for a few seconds and looked at the very noticeable scars that were forever imprisoned on my skin.

I sighed and continued putting on my lipstick. I will not have a bad day today, I can't. I thought to myself. When I was finished I looked at my wrist again and ran my thumb over the never ending scars and sighed, putting my make-up back in it's bag. I walked out of my bathroom and into my bedroom and saw that it was 8:45. I really needed to get going.

I put some heels on, grabbed my purse and keys and walked out of the door. I quickly walked to the cafe that I met Ed at and got there in about fifteen minutes. I walked into the cafe and took a seat by a window and waited for Ed. About ten minutes after I got there, Ed walked in and skimmed the place, looking for me. His overwhelming piercing blue eys met my blueish gray ones. He smiled when he saw me and walked over to me quite awkwardly.