Little White Lies || Cricky [C]

7 | Tar

"Ricky! Wake up!"

I opened my eyes, blinking a little as they adjusted to the light.

I saw Kuza and Chris standing over me.

"Huh?"

"Jesus fuck. I thought you were dead." Kuza breathed.

"I don't think so." I told him, pulling myself up so that I was sitting. "What the hell happened?"

"You did a lot a fucking drugs, that's what." Chris said.

"Oh."

My head was fucking pounding.

The last thing I remember was Chris bringing me back upstairs.

"What time is it?" I asked.

Chris looked at his watch. "4."

"Oh shit." I said, pulling myself up to my feet.

I stumbled a little, gripping onto Kuza's arm for support. "You good?"

I nodded. "I need a fucking advil."

"We'll get you some." Kuza spoke. "Just go shower."

"I don't need to shower. I showered yesterday....I think." I muttered.

"There's a real shower in there, Ricky. Go use it."

I shook my head. "I just want advil."

"Fine. Stay here." He said, sitting me on the bed.

Chris had left at some point but I didn't see. Kuza left the room and came back a few minutes later with a bottle of pills and a glass of water. He handed it to me and I poured half of the bottle into my hand and took them with the water.

"Jesus Christ." Kuza said.

I just shrugged.

"I gotta go back to the apartment. I need clothes. And then I gotta work." I told him.

"I'll take you back there." He said.

"It's fine. I got it."

"That's a far walk. I'll borrow one of Chris's cars. Or get him to drive you."

"I'm okay." I spoke. "I'll walk."

"No. Let me take you."

I rolled my eyes. "Fine."

He grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet.

He brought me to a closed door. I watched as he knocked on it, the man who always follows Chris opening it a few seconds later. "Is Chris here?"

He nodded and opened the door.

Chris was sitting at a desk, staring at us expectantly.

"Hey, uh, can I borrow one of your cars to give him a ride home?" Kuza asked. "It's a long walk."

He stared at us for a moment. "I'll drive him home."

Kuza nodded.

"Michael, I need you to help get everything together for a shipment. Ryan will fill you in."

"Alright."

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As much as I didn't want Chris knowing where I lived, I let him drive me home. I was in no condition to walk that far.

"Ricky?"

"Mm?"

"I have a...proposition for you." He began.