The Weeknd

Rolling

I don't even know where I am. After that relaxing blunt and bath, I put on the same shirt, and black skinny jeans with black high heels. Shit. Im grown, so I can do whatever the fuck I want. I went back into his stache and took some molly. It hit me faster since I was already high of some chronic. Which blew me away, I was literally blowed. I walked down the stairs, and asked the front desk if I could use their computer. I looked up one of Abels concerts today. I'm in Houston, and he's at the Coroner Bowl. I called a taxi. The drive to the bowl, was magical. I was rolling so hard in the back of the taxi. Shit was distorting, and I was still blowed. His shit is so strong, it felt like when I touched my face, I pulled some of it off. The driver even asked if I was ok. "Ma'am? Are you ok back there? Something is wrong with your eye." I laughed and told him I'm fine. Shit was so strong had me cockeyed back of the taxi. I looked out the window and everything was wavy and smooth and stimulant to me. "We're here." He got out and opened the door for me, and walked me inside. "Shit, I gotta pay you." I started patting my pockets if I had cash on me. "No, it's fine. Just be careful in there." He smirked and left me standing in the entrance. I managed to just walk past the security so slick, and the place was full. I almost couldn't breathe. I bumped into this tall guy, and half a millisecond I was horny. "Hey, are you ok?" I was wobbling and giggling. The way he was looking at me had me at what the fuck. He grabbed my arm and pulled me to a wall. "Here you need these, you looked super fucked up! What did you take?!" He was yelling but talking in my ear, passing me a pair of sunglasses. "Weed, molly." I whispered in his ear. "Wow, you really know how to party. Well I'm here with some of my friends, if you want you can join. Are you alone?" I looked up at him. I realized who he was. "Elisha!" I yelled. "How did you know?!" He yelled back. I took off the glasses and put my hair up so he could see my face. "Holy, shit." His face was suprized and unconfrontable. "Ha, you changed your hair." He pointed out trying to be funny. I punched the shit out of him. Then I kept punching him. "Rahslyn, stop.. just stop." He grabbed for my arms. "I'm sorry!" He whined out. Even on the happiest drug I could take, I some how I managed to cry. "You did this to me!" He frowned, and started to reach for a hug. He hugged me, I didn't hug back. Abel started playing, and I looked at the stage. "Can we please talk someone privately." I whiped my tears, and folded my arms. I don't trust Elisha anymore. "Please, I'm begging you let me make this right." I never had someone beg me before. I thought about it and decided yes, I should let him explain himself. He told me to follow him up a flight of stair secured by body guards, guessing this was where his crew was. I could see the entire concert from down below. And Abel is just tearing up the stage. I was trying to hold back a whole bunch of tears. Walking into a room full of food, and the same girls I got on the bus with. The room was dim, and very spacious. It was also quite up here, all I could hear was the faint beat of his songs. I sat down on the couch. He sat down next to me, then whiped my eyes of the tears I tried holding in. "I thought you loved me." I said bursting into tears. "I don't like hurting females feelings like this. I know it makes me a total ass, but it's a new game set up here. You're one of the few who'll ever experience this. With Abel. Me personally, I was attracted to you. But not in love, it's my fault for leading you on like that. But I do know something you're going to want to hear." What in the world could this belligerent ass fool tell me? He played me, without me realizing it. Had me confused, to what is what. Is this real life right now? I was still pretty faded despite the fact crying made me come down some. "What?" I snapped. "Abel has feelings for you." I scoffed. Abel? Love? Ha, his definition of love is good sex. "How would you know?" I rolled my eyes. If this was his way of trying to make me feel better, the main fact I am a groupie, he's doing a terrible job. "Like I told you before. Me and him are close. I talked to him before the show, and he told me he really feels for you, but isn't ready for a relastionship. But doesn't want to quit out on you." It seemed reasonable. Abel isn't the one to express shit like that. It's all over his music. I got up and left Elisha sitting there thinking. I walked all the way down stairs, and push my way through the crowd, to watch the show. I got to the front and I stood there listening. I embraced the dramatic effect he put on everyone. He switched up the song vividly to Rolling Stone, and that's when he noticed me. Noticed standing there, he kept singing. Eyeballing me, everyone in the crowd started noticing. I turned around and walked away. I walked towards the door and pushed it hard that it hit the wall. I walked out seeing that the cab driver was still here. I walked towards him, "Do I get another free ride?" He points his thumb to the back and starts the engine. "Where to?" He asked. "Home." I stated and he chuckled quietly.