| DEPENDENCE | Jensen Ackles | J2 |

Chapter One

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I hope you enjoy the first chapter of this new book. I have had a two years break from writing, so it might take me a while to get back on track. Comment & vote!

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Jensen

I inhaled my last hit from the joint, before letting it fall from between my fingers. Watching out on the dark city before me, my mind enjoyed the familiar feeling caused by both alcohol and drugs. Taking a step back inside my loft apartment, I lost my balance, causing beer bottles to fall crashing down the staircase and shattering to sharp shards on to the wooden floor downstairs.

I was brought back to this world by a throbbing pain. My whole entire body was aching and the room spun in my eyes. Crawling up from under the covers I turned my attention to the bedside table, where my eyes came across a beautiful sight. A line of white powder waiting for me.

I craved it.

I needed it.

Lowering myself closer to the shiny glass surface, I swiftly snorted the chalky substance, immediately waiting for my feelings to disappear.

Later that day

''I promise you'll get the money, you just need to give me one more day! That's all I ask!'' my grip tightened around the phone, as I paced around my apartment.

''You will get until midnight! Don't try me Jensen.'' the man on the other side of the line growled, before hanging up. My phone flew across the room, followed by a whiskey bottle, which ended up in pieces by the front door. I need to get the money before midnight and it's already close to 11pm. I rushed to my living room, where I sat down and quickly fixed myself a couple of lines on the table before leaving.

My hand banged on the rusty metal door furiously. This was my last chance to get the money, otherwise tonight would literally be my last night on earth.

''Who is it?'' a voice spoke from behind the cracked door.

''It's me, Jensen'' I spoke nervously. The door opened to reveal a bearded man with tattoos all over his body. Marco. I followed him to a room, where we sat down at a table. a glass of whiskey was given to me, and I chugged it down in one swing, missing the feeling of it burning my throat.

''So, what brings you here? I hope I finally get a visit about something other than money problems.'' the bearded man questioned, knowing it was exactly why I was here.

''I know I promised last time that this wouldn't happen again, but this time I'm really in it deep. I screwed up badly, Marco...'' my eyes avoided contact with his, but I knew exactly the expression on his face. The room was so silent you could've heard a pin drop from the other side.

''How much?''

''What? Don't you want an explanation?''

''You can explain to me after you tell me how much this time. Five hundred? Six?'' He continued, his impression blank. He has done this so many times, but this time was different...

''Seven...''

''Okay, seven hundred dollars. In cash, I assume?'' he questioned as he started to count the money. Okay, this is it.

''Marco... It's seven thousand dollars...'' I said unsurely. His expression changed completely.

''WHAT?! Jensen what the hell have you done? How could you possibly owe seven thousand dollars to someone?'' His anger grew larger every second.

''It's complicated Marco... I made a deal with Jackson. I was desperate! He tricked me. I have until midnight to pay him or I'm gone! Please tell me you have something.'' I begged him as shock was written all over his face.

''You made a deal with Jackson? How stupid can you be? I will take care of him. He actually owes me quite a bit of money. But you really gotta promise to get your shit together! At this rate you will be dead soon.''

''Thank you so much Marco. Do you have anything good for me?'' I smirked, knowing I was out of everything expect alcohol.

Marco flashed a grin at me before disappearing into a room on the left. I heard him shifting some furniture back and forth. Soon he came back with two bags. One was a clear bag with white powder in it. My mouth formed a smirk as I realized what it was. My old friend, cocaine.

''I thought you might want this. it should last you a year easily. Don't you go losing this. It costs more than your whole house. and this'' he said waving the other bag ''is a nice bag of goodies also. Everything you could want to get going. Cannabis, molly and some mystery pills. Nothing too crazy.''

I was on my way home, walking the streets of Detroit, smoking a joint to calm my nerves. I needed my knight in white powder. Right now. I turned into an alley that had a bar in it. I walked past it, trying to find a quiet spot to get relaxed. I sat on top of a dumpster and after taking a look around, I took the bag of powder out. I dipped my finger into the powder, making sure there was a good mountain of it on my fingertip before snorting it. My body was overwhelmed with the feeling and a moan of pleasure escaped my mouth. I quickly placed the powder back before lighting up another joint. My thoughts were a mess as I sat in the alley.

That's when a man stepped out of the bar. I gave no closer attention to him. Soon I heard footsteps coming my way.