Addict

No need to show me around baby, I feel like I've been here before

As our lips clashed together she took in a swift audible breath of shock. I don't think I'd realised quite how drunk I was until this moment...

See this is where those optimistic ones of you will hope that it worked out between me and storm. That we fell in love , moved in together. Well , all I have to say to that is I'm sorry to break your deluded fantasies. 

She pulled away. Her breathing heavy and flustered. She looked down hesitantly , clear sorrow in her eyes.

"I..Violet.. I'm straight"

Deep down I had known this. But I have to admit, alcohol combined with pretty girls was my downfall.

I simply nodded to show I understand and sighed out the words "call me vee , violet sounds like I was once a giant blueberry in Willy Wonka"

She let out a small dainty laugh and replied okay.

We ended up having a few more drinks after than and then just crashing at my place. Me sprawled across the drink stained floor , and her curled up in a neat little ball on the couch.

When I awoke I realised with a lurch everything that had happened last night. I glanced over at storm and chuckled to myself , since she had gone from a cute little ball to a dribbling starfish with an arm and a leg falling off my worn down couch. 

Groggily I sat up and dragged my way to the kitchen , a bacon and egg butty calling to me. Which is , in my opinion , the ULTIMATE hangover food.

I heard a grunt from storm as the scent of sizzling bacon and eggs reached her nose. I laughed and went over to her.

"Wakey wakey , eggs and hangover backey "

She simply reached out an arm in a grabbing motion , whilst burying her head under a sheet. Of course she couldn't take her liquor. I rolled my eyes and finished up the breakfast.

We sat and ate in silence apart from the occasional groan of  pain from the headache or grunt of content at the food.

When we finished I told her I needed to set out to work , and it was in that moment that we caught each other's eyes. And it was almost an unspoken agreement that we had each other's backs.

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Around 2 months later we moved into the new apartment together and I managed to land my first stunt double job. Things truly began to go well for me and I started to believe she was my lucky charm. And the best bit was it seemed to work both ways! She started working really hard on her dream and with the money left over from her parents she had a strong start. She had wanted to open her own club since she knew that they existed , so she slaved away working as a barmaid for about a year and saved up , and eventually the perfect property came available. She bought it and worked hard on restoration.

As she built business up my name started to become known in the acting world. The jobs I got varied from god awful to borderline okay at first but I took whatever I could get. I was thankful for the opportunity and experience under my belt. I started to go out at night with storm but after a while the constant hookups and hangovers got boring , monotonous even. I can't quite grasp how people don't get so mind-numbingly bored of that lifestyle. I certainly did. After that I occasionally went out with storm to keep her nagging at bay but that was about it.

So , I guess that brings us to the present doesn't it? Storm got the club and I got the job. Yay. Life seems perfect right? Wrong. I think my energy-fuelled roomie best friend was one of the few people I genuinely cared for and it killed me everyday having to keep things from her. She had nearly caught me out at least a hundred times , and for every one of those my heart was in my throat. I'd always manage to cover my tracks , make up some bullshit excuse. I was quick on my feet and I knew that ... but it didn't make the whole thing much easier.

That was , up until that night. 

After I set off home from work , with lex being the usual irritating insect throughout the day , I was in a bad mood. Naturally however that mood lifted as I travelled back, knowing what awaited me in my sanctuary. I couldn't wait to get to my REAL work , it was as if it was all I could focus on. Even when my mind was supposed to be far from it I could feel the cogs turning. For example , plummeting off a ten foot platform onto an airbag and only being able to see that symbol. It was there whenever I closed my eyes. Whenever I had a second to think.

As soon as I reached the flat I almost tumbled through the door , dumping my bags and heaving a huge sigh of relief. The house was unusually quite so I assumed storm must be out. I fixed myself a snack and headed towards my room contentedly.

As I ate , I absentmindedly fiddled with the combination at the back of my wardrobe. It swung open , as if it was welcoming me , glad to see me back home. I smiled as licked my fingers and walked forwards.

That smile , however , was quick to drop off my face once I was inside. All previous expressions of excitement were gone. The dimples in my cheeks , the flicker in my eyes , my upright and confident posture all disappeared within seconds.

Slowly , I reached out to touch it , almost as if in doubt of its legitimacy. When I felt the thin crumpled texture of paper meet my skin the room started to sway. The writing on it blurring together.

I had made every precaution. Every lie I had told was centered around this. How had I slipped up? Been so undeniably careless?

I slowly walked out towards the kitchen. My mind only just being able to put on foot in front of another. Slowly I looked up and my eyes met a familiar pair , but with a very unfamiliar sharpness to them. Storm.

"So , I take it you saw my note?"