Addicted...

Chapter 16

Trystan arrives within ten minutes after Gemma parked in front of the club. We make small talk until the silent knock on the passenger window startles us. I send Trystan a death glare but I'm pretty sure I just look constipated.

Trystan quietly chuckles and holds up a bottle of vodka in one handand a wad of cash in the other. The money in his hand looks like a lot more the money he left me for the night.

"Hey girls. I brought drinks, a ride and cash for one last round of drinks in the club. I want Becka to keep the rest of the money I gave her. She still has to bet and the other bets for the night paid off well. Let's head inside." Trystan helps me out of the car and his hand rests on the small of my back to steady me as we walk.

I don't feel all that drunk anymore. In fact I feel more sober that beforw I started drinking tonight. I do however trip over my own feet but Trystan quickly darts in front of me and holds me upright. It'snot the alcohol that's making me stumble, it's the burning sensation from where Trystan's hand is casually holding on to me. And what the fuck do I have to bet on?

We enter the club and Trystan walks towards the bar with me dragging behind. Gemma went to find the ladies room. "Two sex on the beach cocktails and a Bloody Mary cocktail as well as three flaming Dr. Peppers." Trystan orders while I stand there with one eyebrow raised. I don't say anything while we wait for the drinks.

My mind is a mess. This night is a mess. I've been dancing which I shouldn't have, I've been calling Trystan hot and strong and god knows what else which I shouldn't have. And now I'm drinking again which I shouldn't but I'm going to anyway because His name keeps popping up in my mind from my past. His name makes me want to drink to forget my own.

Trystan hands me one of the shots, Gemma who just joined us from the bathroom also takes a shot and Trystan takes the third. We simultaneously blow out the flame and throw our heads back to consume the drinks. Trystan says he's only having the Bloody Mary because he is now our designated driver. I don't entirely believe that is the reason why he's refusing to drink because he doesn't say no to a drink. Ever.

I furrow my brows at him but don't say anything. We finish drinking our cocktails and Trystan orders more shots for Gemma and I. Gemma gently refuses and I take three more flaming Dr. Peppers and we head off. Hopefully now I'll find out what I'm placing a bet on.

***

Trystan stops the car in one of the most illuminated streets of the city. Gemma immediately gets out once the car stops and I don't understand why. I'm confused when Trystan tells me to get the fuck out as well. He seems mad, aggressive almost. Seem like he is just like the monsters from my past. Although he is now almost shoving me out of his car I give him a challenging look.

"Fine. Stay." If I wasn't confused before I certainly am now. His sudden mood changes are concerning me. I don't have a lot of time contemplating though because Trystan suddenly yanks his seat backwards, takes out a little Ziploc bag with white powder and a square mirror that is just a bit bigger than both his hands. He hand everything over to me and pulls away from the sidewalk. He drives towards something that looks like a booth that has been set up.

I still don't understand what is happening. But I sure as hell know what the fuck I'm holding.

"Get out of my car Becka. Go towards that booth and take all the money you have left to place a bet on me. Trystan Storm. Then you get back in my car so I can get ready because apparently you don't want to watch from the fucking sidelines and Gemma left. Now go. We don't have all night."

Reluctantly I open the door to get out, scared that Trystan is going to take off once I'm out of his car. He switches off the engine as if to reassure me he's going to stay. I quickly jog over to the booth.

"Hi. Uhm. I'm here to place a bet on Trystan Storm. All in, I don't know the exact amount but it's all in on Trystan."

The guy behind the glass of the booth chuckles as he takes the money. He starts counting and I'm starting to get impatient because I know Trystan said to be quick. "So the number one ranker got himself one of the sidewalk chicks? He's never let any girl drive in his car before and no girl has cashed in over a hundred grand to bet on him. What did you do girly? Did you show him a good time under the covers so you get the special treatment?"

"No. Unlike you I don't have to fuck someone to like me. And I'm not a fucking sidewalk girly." I put my arm through the hole in the glass window seperating us and before the retard can pull away I yank him forward by his shirt. His right cheek hits the glass with a loud thump, almost cracking it.

"And by the way," I finish, " if you don't know me, shut the fuck up about me."

I yank him once again and this time when his face collides with the glass it does break and I walk back to Trystan's car flipping the man off as I get in.

"Damn Princess. So you know how to throw punches and break windows with a fucktard's face?" Trystan jokes with a smug smile on his face as we drive off. I don't even bother to reply.

Trystan's mood flips again and he shoves the cocaine and mirror back into my hands as well as a razor blade. "Throw half the bag's content onto the mirror, make four neat lines and when you're done tell me so I can stop. If you mess in my car you clean because if the cops find it you're going down as well."

How the fuck must I make lines when we're in a moving vehicle without making a mess? I don't even have time to be confused anymore because Trystan yells at me to start so I do so. I finish making to lines and tap Trystan on the shoulder. He pulls over and takes a straw from his pocket to snort up two lines. He hands me the mirror and straw.

"I don't do coke Trystan. And I don't appreciate you doing it wither but I'm just keeping my mouth shut."

"Princess if you want to stay in the car, you're going to need it. The next thirty minutes aren't going to be as fun for you as it is for me."

And with that, I snort up my two lines...