Remnants of Evil

6

Sleep never came, instead it was replaced by sour acid filling my mouth, leaving my stomach empty. My hands shook as I attempted to hold back my hair, tears slipping from the corners of my eyes, my now empty stomach only bringing forth bile.

"Here you go baby," Ari handed me a glass of water, his face showing how tired he was.

"You need to go to bed." He just shook his head, joining me on the floor.

"I can't let you go through this alone. I was there for Scott when he stopped, and I can't imagine not being here for you."

I had to bite my tongue, he didn't realize that Scott had relapsed way before I did, and I wasn't going to be the one to tell him. I doubt he'd be surprised, Scott had quit and then relapsed more times than I could count, I was more shocked that Ari hadn't noticed yet.

For the first time I was thankful when I vomited, preventing me from having to respond. Ari's hand replaced mine, managing to hold my hair back much more successfully than I had.

After I had stopped throwing up, and spent twenty minutes dry heaving, I was able to stand long enough to crawl into bed. Ari held onto me tight as I shook, chills running through my body. His arm went limp as he slipped into sleep, the familiar heaviness helping me fall into a limbo between sleep and consciousness.

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"These'll make ya feel better," Scott leaned down to give me the thin package, my shaking hands tearing it open to reveal a small tan strip.

I placed it under my tongue, nodding a silent 'thank you' to Scott. He left to his room, leaving me on the couch waiting for the suboxone to melt.

An hour passed, my anxiety slipping away with each passing minute, taking my stomach pain with it. Ari had to work until five, which meant I had six more hours to spend alone.

Scott had some chick over, about my height with bright red hair that had been pulled back into messy bun. She must've been twenty pounds lighter than I was, her leggings and tank top combo showing off her skeletal figure. I hadn't been able to get a good look at her face but I'm guessing she's just as drugged out as he is.

Their moans were still audible over the rerun of South Park I had blaring. She was by far the loudest of any girl he had brought over. She might as well have been screaming with how loudly she was moaning out 'daddy', the squeaking of his bed getting louder and faster until suddenly stopping.

"Thank god," I mumbled, finally able to pay attention to my show without their sexual soundtrack. A few more silent moments passed before the redhead emerged from Scott's room, closely followed by him.

"Can y'all keep it down next time? If I wanted to hear that shit I'd watch porn." The girl glared at me, I could see the wheels turning in her head searching for a witty response.

"Yeah, well," she faltered, "you're just jealous." She seemed satisfied with her comeback, a smirk growing across her meth scab covered face.

"Jealous because you fucked Scott? Babygirl, I promise that if I wanted to ride his dick he wouldn't give tweaker bitches like you a second thought."

The cocky look dropped from her face, quickly turning to look at Scott for backup. He just shrugged, causing her to go off in a huff, slamming the front door behind her. I moved my legs so Scott could sit beside me, a smile pulling at his lips as he chuckled.

"Jus' so you know, I ain't ever gonna fuck you," he stated. I rolled my eyes, reaching behind me for a pillow to throw at his head.

"I'ont wanna fuck you either, I just wanted to wipe that goddamn smile off her face."

"Well, thank you for saving me from having to ghost her. She was absolute fuckin' trash in bed."