Pain and Pictures

Chapter 12- Tell

I hated the sound of throwing up. In reality I can't imagine anyone liking that sound, but still. It always made me have to do the same. Of course, seeing it was way worse.

I couldn't figure out what to do. Do I ask if she needs help? Do I get Lance? Do I run for my life?

Suddenly the reason I'd burst into her room, didn't seem so important.

Detoxing. It had to be that.

She'd seemed just fine less than an hour ago. But would that be the case with a detox?

My mother had gone through it, but had never allowed me to be around her when she was. Of course it never lasted. She'd be high again a week later.

Finally I decided to swallow my disgust and check on her. Violet was very important, not just because she was an award winning actress, but because I needed my life to get back to normal. She was the only one who could make that happen.

I knocked lightly on the door.

"Violet? Are you okay?"

Heave.

"Erm... yeah. Just a bit of sick. Nothing to worry about. Thank you, though."

"Should I get Lancelot? Or anything? Water? Tea? I feel kind of useless."

"No. No, please. I just need a moment."

Well, I did what I could.

"What the fuck are you doing in here?!"

Oops.

"He's fine, Lance. He was checking to make sure I was okay."

Violet was in the doorway of the restroom, looking like death.

"Can I get you anything?"

"I'm alright. I just need to lie down."

The look Lance gave her was of trepidation. He didn't believe she was fine, anymore than I did. I felt the need to say something.

"Vi. You really can ask for help. No one will think any less of you."

She looked at me like I'd grown a second head.

"Who said I cared what people think of me? If I need help, I will ask. But I don't! Not that I would ask you, anyway. You're here because it is your fault I'm in a bad way. So, mind yourself."

What?!

"What the hell do you mean, it's my fault? How the fuck am I to blame for your drug problem?!"

Lance was about to beat the shit out of me, but Violet stopped him.

"I will explain, in due time. But right now, I can't deal with either of you. Leave me be."

Lance grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the room.

"What the hell was that all about?!"

"She's sick. I'm not going to say anything else. She'll tell you when she's ready. Until then, I suggest you get out of my sight, before I get really mad."

I definitely didn't want to see him really mad. Especially if he's actually keeping his cool right now.

I went back into my room, with even more questions than I had when I left.

***

It was late. Or early, depending on how you see it. It was 2am and I still couldn't sleep. I'd slept so late in the day, I doubted I could fall asleep at all.

I got up and made my way to the kitchen. My stomach was rumbling, my food the day before had all been shit. The gross hamburger for lunch, and for dinner... a salad. If you consider lettuce and light ranch dressing a salad.

Lancelot was getting on my last nerve.

I noticed the light on in the kitchen and figured they just hadn't turned it off. Until I saw Violet, wearing just a tee, that barely covered her ass.

Fuck. I'm now painfully hard. Again.

"Are you hungry too?"

She squealed. Then turned and held her chest, like she couldn't breathe.

"Shit! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you!"

"No. It's fine. I'm just a little jumpy. And yes, I'm hungry. I didn't eat anything for supper, because of being sick earlier. What about you?"

"Yeah. My dinner wasn't exactly filling. I was hoping by eating a little something, it would help me sleep."

She looked devine. Seriously, better than I'd ever seen her, even in movies.

I slowly walked up to her, she had to tilt her head to look at me.

Never in my life had I been so drawn to a woman. She was captivating.

"Do you... erm... want... some warm milk? I could..."

"No. I want you."

She gasped as I took her lips with my own. It was heaven.