You don't control me, Dixon

➊ 14: I Don't do Drugs, Thank You Though

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G nods sharply and his head snaps at me, I am currently pressed against the wall trying to not die, hyperventilating, and cry.

He snaps his finger to a man, and orders "You, keep an eye on her. If she gets worse, get medicine, this is our faults. You gave her too much."

The man nods and stands near me as the other men file out of the room.

I sit on the ground, keeping my eyes closed, and hold my knees to my chest. Fuck fuck. Finn. His shoulder length dark hair. The slight stubble that is finally growing in. Fuck. His dark eyes.

Ice-eyes flash and I hold my arms over my eyes. No. Fuck.

Finns chest hard with working at the local lawn and co. God.

His soft smile when we were finally on a first date. His reddened face when he asked.

I sigh and pry my nails from the back of my ears. Slowly looking up as I my breath evens. My heart swells with the thoughts of the teen.

I press my head to the wall and listen to an uneven breathing of a man as I try to come down from this high.

I've only smoked week once and after that I was sworn off it. It was panic inducing.

Then a heavy wheeze and everyone is set in motion. Blurs of where people were and are. I stumble to my feet and follow dumbly to the commotion.

Mama has told how to help, but he needs his medicine.

The man set on watching me pushes me away from the old people and I stumble slightly. I glance up the tall man and mumble "Imma nurse."

He scoffs and as I try to pass him he hooks his arm around my waist and pushes me back.

I shake my head and look up "Really."

He eyes me before shrugging, letting me through. I kneel before the man and grab his hand.

"Breath when I squeeze your hand, sir," I order and as it only gets worse I turn to an old woman next to me.

I ask roughly to get his medicine before he gets worse. She smiles and pats my hand that tingles, the woman telling me to call her abuelita.

A few minutes pass and I wobble to a stand and waln over to the guard and order "He needs his medicine, get it."

He gives me a look and stays silent. I stomp my foot uneasily and huff "His illness could be fatal, get his fu- fucken medicine!"

He again only shakes his head. I grind my teeth as I try to look in the haze for 'abuelita'.

With no luck in my search, I grunt and stare back up the tall man, grunting my order "Then tell me where to find it"

He shakes his head so I turn to walk - more like stumble - out but the man stops me. I try to move from him but he grabs me forcibly. I thrash his arms and spit in his face.

He lets me go but the door opens so I move my head to look and see black boots but I couldn't see the person as my head is forcibly snapped to the right as I get slapped.

I hear gasps as I go spinning due to my lack of balance from whatever drug they gave me.

I catch my self and glare at the man as I stumble forward and sucker punch him.

He falls to the ground and I sag from the lack of balance. I look at the door and see the elderly woman giving the man his medicine.

I sigh and stand up with a waver and look to the group that came in. G, and the boys.