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"You're makin' a deal with the devil."
Venus DiLaurentis (aka Star) lives a life hidden by her overly religious father. Whereas her long time relationship with the drug dealer Michael has always been strong, it causes some un...
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𝔗he time was 11:30, and Michael was up and awake, at his personal motel room, hiding from the gang like usual. He glances at the clock a few times, wanting time to tick by as fast as it can. Many things run through his mind. All at once.
The guilt of the necklace, the gang, his "alleged" drug addiction... it's all making him loose his mind slowly. He glances at the clock again, waiting for the drugs to kick in and soothe him.
He ignores the numerous text messages from the gang.
"101 text messages. Damn." He mutters, flipping his phone onto the bed ignoring it. He's been missing from the gang for about 25 hours, and has been MIA
He rubs his forehead, feeling the drugs kicking in and he blinks multiple times, his lips curving into a smile that screams drugs, and his eyes then close, letting the sensational feeling flow right through him
"To get a chance from Star. That's all I want right now" he thinks
He hears the clock ticking, and it's louder than usual. The sound of the ticking is pounding in his ears, getting louder and louder, as it's like he can feel himself lifting up from the bed.
He wipes his powdered nose and keeps his eyes closed closed letting the drugs take over him for as much time as he needs before he has to face the gang.
He feels the vibrations of his phone beside him and ignores it again, looking around the motel room with half closed eyes. His head feels a little dizzy, but he feels good.
The drugs are exactly what he needed to really get his mind off of things. But just for a few minutes.
He shakes his high mind off and sits up a little, his vision currently a little blurry, looking for more coke. But he ran out, causing him to groan irritatedly.
He's not supposed to do this coke. Star told him to stop. But will he listen?
His phone vibrates again, and he rolls his eyes, glancing at the contact expecting it to be the group chat and he freezes once he sees that it's a personal message from Dexter.
He hesitantly picks up the phone, laughing a bit, slurring some words that don't make sense and he looks at the message, just seeing it's a threat that he should get back to Sal's crib. He's in trouble
"Like Dexter's...my dad for somethin." He scoffs, laughing to himself again, acting like he's drunk and he stands up from the bed, almost falling back, but then catches his balance.
He puts on some shoes that weren't the same, so basically mismatched shoes, even on the wrong feet, and walks out the motel, thankfully remembering to lock the door. He walks down the sidewalk in the windy night, stumbling a bit,
But luckily the drugs are wearing off a little. But not only does he want more, he wants to secretly take more.
He makes it to Sal's door and before he even knocks, Nelly pulls him right in, "Here he is Dex! Punish the nigga!"
