1001 Love Stories Darker

High(8) {S/Doppelganger}

Word count: 2823

Sorry this was so late guys. I've been sick 😔

"Put me down you fucking, piece of shit!" The angry blonde yelled kicking and screaming on my shoulder.

"If you don't cut it out people will call the police, they'll see that you're clearly addicted to something and you'll be in a cold prison sell coming off your high until you hang yourself with a bedsheet." I respond and he only struggles more.

"So what, I'd rather be dead then have to deal with this bull shit." He says as we get to my door.

Just as Layla, the twenty something from next door opens the door to see what's going on.

"Todd?" She questioned while I try to keep the fully adult man on my shoulder and unlock my door at the same time.

"Ma'am please call the cops I'm being kidnapped." He pleads and I only smile.

"You remember my brother Chris right, he's gotten into some trouble with drugs and we're gonna so some at home rehab." I tell her and she only looks saddened before walking over to us.

"Chris, this is gonna be hard but you can do it, I'm praying for you." She says and I smile.

"I'm not Chris you crazy;"

"Layla do me a favor will you. Inform all of the surrounding tendents I won't want cops coming and setting him free back onto the streets. Tell them if they want to take a vacation, I'll happily pay for a hotel." I say and she nods.

"You're an amazing big brother Todd." He says and I smile finally getting the key into the door and letting myself in.

"I swear to God I'm gonna kill you in your sleep." He yells and I smile before slamming him onto the bed and straddling him while he tries to fight.

I only reach into the bottom of my desk drawer before grabbing a nice pair of handcuffs and cuffing his right arm to the bed.

"Welcome to rehab Matt." I say and God if looks could kill.

Day one.

He spent the whole time screamming for help, the neighbors below us took the vacation and a few others stopped by with condolences and Layla brought banana pudding.

Nice.

He getting worse and I don't know what day he's on but from the side effects he's showing, over aggression I'd take it at least three days which means we've got about ten days to go.

He's not taking food and when asked if he wants anything he only grumbles about wanting John.

I kinda feel bad for him.

Day two

He slept most of the day which mean he's probably gonna start getting the real bad symptoms soon. God have murcy on the both of us.

I counted all of his track marks twenty seven on both his arms.

Day three

It started at 3 in the morning the vomiting and I had the pleasure of Cleaning it.

Since he hasn't eaten in God knows how long it was only bile. He got handcuffed to the toilet and I had to get new sheets.

I think things are getting better though. He asked for food.

A peanutbutter sandwich.

While making said sandwich something dawned on me and I called Chris who let me talk to John who informed me that Matt is deathly allergic to peanuts.