My Addiction

My Addiction: Chapter Ten

"You kissed Niall." His voice cracked on the last word.

My gaze dropped to my hands.

"I know." I said softly.

I looked up to see Ed looking at me with something I couldn't identify in his eyes. He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Well, are you two going to be a thing?" Ed asked, trying to be supportive.

"Probably not." I said quietly. I felt so guilty that I couldn't even look him in the eyes.

"And why not?" Ed demanded.

I looked up at him in surprise, "Uh, I- do- I don't know." I stuttered.

Ed stared at me, "Well you kissed him, that should mean you like him. Well, it should, but with you I just can't tell, after what happened with me."

I looked up at Ed who sounded, and looked, extremely jealous.

"Ed, I-"

"Don't worry about it." Ed interrupted.

To be honest, I was slightly annoyed with Ed at the moment.

"Ed, I already told you th-"

"And I heard you." Ed retorted.

I raised one eyebrow at him, "What climbed up your knickers?"

"Nothing climbed up my knickers except realization." Ed said coldly.

"And what the hell is that supposed to mean?" I challenged.

"Nothing." Ed said looking to the side while crossing his arms childishly.

"Maybe I should go." I said annoyed.

"Perhaps you should." Ed said looking at me.

I looked up at him with shock evident on my features. I couldn't believe how much of a perfectly shaped arse Ed was being right now. I simply nodded and got up and began to walk out, when I stopped in my tracks.

I spun around on my heels and marched up to Ed and shot him a death glare. "You know, I actually thought that you might just be different. And that maybe I caught a break in being friends with shit for brains who can't except me for me."

I was about to walk away again, when Ed looked up at me, and said with his voice laced in a thousand tears, "Yeah, me too."

I opened and closed my mouth about three times before I turned to walk away. I felt a stab of guilt and pain in my chest for how awfully I was acting to Ed. As I was walking away, my body felt like it weighed approximately one thousand pounds.

I walked outside into the freezing cold air and very quickly walked in the direction of my flat. As I dramatically walked, I began to feel more and more angry about what happened. Partially at Ed and partially at myself.

I had a slight problem with not being able to contain my anger.

That's why when I walked over to run down brick building, I almost walked passed it when I stopped and stormed over to the building and punched with all my might. I punched it again, and again, and one more time... Like I said, slight, problem containing my anger.

I felt my hand burning with pain.

Just shake it out Analee, shake it out. I thought to myself. I shook my hand and gasped in pain. Okay, no shaking. I thought and looked down. That was definitely going to bruise.

I took in a few deep breaths and began walking again when I remembered that I had a "delivery" to make.

I sighed and made a right onto one of the alleyways next to me.

 I began the tedious walk to Josh's house.

When I finally found the house I made my way to the front door and banged on it with my fist.

"Who's there?" I heard Josh yell.

"Open up dip shit." I yelled back at him.

I heard various safety locks being undone and saw a very tired looking Josh, "Wow, you look like you've been hit by a bus." I say, and push my way past him.

I could just hear his dramatic eye roll and bitch face from behind me. "Do you have my stuff?" Josh asked.

"No, I just decided to stop by and see someone who annoys the absolute crap out of me. Yes, I have your stuff." I said very sarcastically.

Josh shot me a death glare.

I reached into my purse and unzipped a pocket, pulling out a small bag of white pills, and held it between my thumb and forefinger.

"What the actual fuck is that?" Josh said with one eyebrow raised.

I raised one eyebrow back and said "Oxy, I thought you were like a professional stoner or something."

"That's not what I asked for." Josh said in a monotone.

"Uh, yes, it is." I said sassily, since I was already in a bad mood to begin with and now this fuck face was being dumb.

"I asked for Heroin."Josh said annoyed.

"No, you didn't, you asked for Oxy."

"Why would I ask for-"

"Josh, I don't know. But I do know that you asked for Oxy and not Heroin. Especially since I've never dealt Heroin in my entire dealer life.

"You made an exception for me."

"No, I bloody didn't. I don't make exceptions. I'm not in the mood for this, so give me my money, I'll give your drugs, and be out of your hair." I retorted sassily.

Josh walked up to me and was only about an inch from my face. He was much taller than me, and towered above me in a very intimidating way, but I held my ground.

Josh took what I interpreted, as a calming breath, and said "Give me the stuff I asked for and I'll pay you."

You didn't ask for Heroi-"

I couldn't finish my sentence because I felt a fist connect with my jaw.

I looked up at him in shock and felt his fist connect with my stomach. I couldn't suppress my shock but managed to somewhat get over it and throw a punch at his nose.

That seemed to greatly annoy him. He punched my face once more then kicked me in the gut. The impact from his foot, caused me to fall to the floor. He continued kicking me in my face, arms, legs, gut, everywhere.

He finally stopped and stormed out. I tried to stand up but was overwhelmed by the searing pain that I felt throughout my entire body.

I gasped when I finally did manage to stand up and nearly fell down again. I held onto his furniture to help me walk while I tried to get the hell out of his house before he came back.

I had managed to walk about a block or so when I just couldn't walk another foot and sat on the curb in a very questionable neighborhood.

I sighed and reluctantly pulled out my mobile and dialed a familiar number and listened to it ring around ten times when I heard a familiar voice answer,

"Hello?"