On the edge: daisy point of view

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I can't take this pain any longer. I know I said I was going to quit but I can't. It's only been two days but it is hard, I've been trying but I can't help it. I need something to take the edge off. So I sneak and grab my secret stash and head to the bathroom while he's sound asleep.
   I put the beautiful powder that takes all my pain and worries away on the cold medal spoon and start to light it. I fill the needle full of it and start to tie the belt around my arm so tight my veins show. But he walks in. He stares at me with anger in his eyes and doesn't say one word which kills me. I say "if you're here to judge me do it" but instead of talking he slaps the needle out of my hand and grabs me by the throat and pins me to the wall. In a deep strict sharp raspy he says "what the hell are you doing to you. That shit will kill you slowly and painfully, I've seen it." He stops and looks me in my eyes and says "let me see your arms" I resist a little but he squeezes them so tight I give up as he pulls up my sleeve I look away I can't look at his judging eyes. He scoffs and says "I should've known" that make me angry. I try to defend myself by saying "I only do it take the edge off. DONT judge me. I tried to get clean but it's hard to do when you're in pain"  he grabs the needle and throws it in the trash and says "let me help you then. Because I'm not working with a junky " i laugh thinking it's joke till his face looks real serious "what can you do to help me huh? you don't know what it's like.  you've never been through what I've been through. Plus we're strangers , i don't even know you , I don't even know your name"  "my name is Han Lee, I was born in America but moved to Japan when I was only two months old. when I was four my brother joined a gang that sold drugs and killed innocent people for money. My brother started to do heroine and he changed, I saw the life leaving his body slowly. My parents begged and pleaded with him to quit and get out of the gang because it was too dangerous. So he did. Or so we thought. That same night I was in bed sleeping and a group of men came and killed my family. They thought they killed me too but I was alive when the police arrived. Everyday since that night I looked for information and trained for my revenge. I got a clue they came to America. and when I got here I found out the truth. My brother ordered the kill on our bloodline" he says. i can feel the anger in his heart but I can't help but ask "what does Demarco have to do with this" he looks me dead in my eyes and says "he's the one who marked me" he takes off his shirt and turns around. My eyes fill with tears when I saw...

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