𝕊𝕋𝕆ℝ𝕀𝔼𝕊 𝔽ℝ𝕆𝕄 𝔸 𝕎𝕆ℝ𝔻 ～ 𝘑𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘔𝘤𝘈𝘷𝘰𝘺

46 - [D] Humdinger

H U M D I N G E R
noun [huhm-ding-er]

A person, thing, action, or statement of remarkable excellence or effect.

⚠️WARNING⚠️
This imagine has mentions of drug use.

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THUD!

You slammed the door behind, enraged by the way he acted. It was your life and your choice... why does he feel the need to interfere with your decisions?!

"You know I HAVE A WORKING BRAIN DENNIS!" You yelled as you opened the door  a little to let your voice flow out.

"We'll start acting like it and STOP BEING IRRESPONSIBLE!" He exclaimed back and you groaned in fury, slamming the door once again.

You threw yourself onto the bed, stomach down, and screamed with frustration into your pillow that muffled the loud noise. You banged your fists on the bed and kicked your legs around, throwing a tantrum like a three year old.

Who could blame you when you lived with a control freak like Dennis?

You got up all of a sudden and shook your head slowly, "No..." You took a deep breath before storming out of your bedroom and walking towards the living room where Dennis stood by the window.

"Where are you-HEY!" He rushed towards you as you rushed to the kitchen and started scavenging through the drawers and cupboards.

"Where are they Dennis?! I WANT THEM!" You yelled and he grabbed you by the waist and picked you up, carrying you to the couch as you screamed for him to put your down.

Once he did you attempted to get up but he pushed you back by your shoulder lightly and you fell onto the couch more.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU [y/n]? Have you lost your mind?!" He said, completely exasperated, "Y-Y-You're losing it completely, it will ruin your life. Don't you get it?!"

"What life do I have to begin with Dennis? Tell me precisely what I have to live for and MAYBE I'll consider!" You stood up and crossed your arms as you argued at the top of your lungs.

"You're unbelievable," He stated and shook his head with disappointment. Dennis started to walk away but you grabbed his arm and tugged him back.

"What? That's all?" You challenged, "You have nothing else to say to me Dennis?!"

"I'd say a list of things to you [y/n] but you won't understand a single word of it!" He snapped, "That brain of yours doesn't understand the very concept of life and death and the idea of right and wrong so how, HOW will it ever understand what I have to say?!"

His voice echoed through the house, leaving you in complete silence. Your grip on his arm slipped away and you stood awkwardly on your own as he stormed to the kitchen.

He opened the oven and took out a small, clear packet that was tucked away towards the back. He raised them up for you to see.

"These? I'm getting rid of them-"

"No no NO DENNIS, please!" You ran to him and grabbed his clothes to stop him from exiting the apartment, "PLEASE DON'T! I SPENT SO MUCH-"

"Who asked you to spend that much on MDMA [y/n]?!" He questioned flatly then pushed you off him, "I swear if you ever take another pill again I will make sure you don't step outside again."

His threat makes a shiver run down your spine and you gulped. "D-Dennis please don't get rid of them, you don't understand-" You started but he rolled his eyes and unlocked the main door.

He stepped out of the house and slammed the door shut, locking it behind him so you couldn't go anywhere.

*****

2 hours later...

KNOCK! KNOCK!

You stared at the same spot of ink on the rug and the knock on your door didn't divert your attention.

Even though music was blaring through your earphones, you heard the door creak open and footsteps enter the room.

"[y/n]?" A voice called out softly but you didn't shift, "I just wanted to ask what you wanted for dinner."

Silence.

Dennis sighed and rubbed his forehead. "You know... what I do is because I care about you," He said seriously, "I never asked to be with you, I chose it and I chose to make your life my business to, and you've done the same with mine as well."

You clenched your jaw, biting the insidenof your cheek to stop the tears from forming in your eyes.

"All I want to do is help [y/n], I don't want-"

"And all I want is... to be h-happy," You mumbled, pulling your knees to your chest and curling into a ball.

Dennis walks over to the bed a moment later and takes a seat near your feet. He notices you removing your earphones and pausing the music on your phone.

"You don't have to take ecstasy to be happy [y/n/n]," Dennis said and you looked at him, tears glistening in your eyes.

"But I don't have anything else beside it-"

"What about me?" He tilted his head, "You have me. Isn't that something?"

You stared at him for a moment the covered your face with your hands. "I just-I'm sorry D-Dennis I was foolish to think that it could m-make me f-feel better," You cried as you sat up and rested your back against the bed frame.

"You can always talk to me okay? I'm always going to be here for you and no matter what you do, nothing will change that," He reassures, "But all these pills and medication aren't going to do anything for you. They'll make you feel better right now... but what about the future? They're not going to be there for you three months from now, eight months from now, a year later."

You looked to the sheets and sniffed your nose, "I don't want to feel horrible inside anymore Dennis..."

He smiles sadly then puts his hand out to you, "Come with me, and I'll make sure you never feel horrible again."

You looked at him then his hand blankly. He smiled at you and you pushed his hand away, jumping onto him to give him a hug instead.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and sat next to him, making him chuckle. "Do you promise all that?" You asked with a whisper and he nodded his head.

"I promise with my whole heart."