The Broken One

Chapter 2

SAM POV

"Hey."

I greeted the guys as I climbed into Eli's car. I rubbed my palms on my bare legs. They were dirty from where I had landed on the ground after jumping from my window.

"Hey Sam."

A few of the guys replied although Eli still stayed quiet. He was probably just pissed at me again or something. He started driving and I settled in-between Al and Mason. Drew was in the front.

As I felt the car move back into motion I tucked my bag in-between my legs, keeping it secure since Eli wasn't exactly the safest driver.

"Here."

Drew said while passing back a bottle of vodka which I happily grabbed off of him. I took two big swigs, hissing as the alcohol burned my throat.

"WOAH!"

I cried and threw my hands in the air before passing the bottle over to Al.

It didn't take very long for the boys to find themselves off in their own conversation, I tuned out and caught Eli's gaze in the mirror. I smirked but he simply looked away, back to the road. I sighed and took the bottle out of Al's hands to take another gulp.

I didn't know where we were going, then again I never did. I'd always come out on these late night sessions with Eli, sometimes with his friends and sometimes without. I just kind of went with the flow. Besides, anything was better than being at home.

Eli was twenty-two, four years older than me. Most of his friends were around his age too, making me the youngest in his little 'clang'. I first met Eli when I was around sixteen. I ended up buying drugs off of him since he was the only dealer that I knew of. I wasn't Eli's only client. My parents were druggies so they used to buy off of him as well. I used to see him around the house all of the time and eventually I just ended up going down the same road as my low life Mom and Dad.

We soon pulled over to a car park. This was what we would usually end up doing, stop the car in the middle of nowhere and get drunk or high. Sometimes both.

"Look what I've got...."

I sat up, looking over the front driver's seat to see what was in Eli's hand.

"Gimme!"

I squealed and tried grabbed the little packet of powder from him. That failed when he roughly grabbed my wrist which caused me to let out a pained gasp.

"Fucking wait Sam. Jesus...."

He muttered, finally releasing his clasp on my arm. Once he did, I leant back in my seat and took yet another gulp of the vodka.

I could already feel the strong alcohol's effect as I watched the guys take whatever drug Eli had bought tonight. I felt a little lightheaded and dizzy. My whole body and mind was already getting more relaxed, this was the feeling that got me so hooked in the first place.

I suddenly felt a little cold and cuddled my body a little. I was wearing a short sleeved black vest top and some black shorts so wasn't particularly well covered. Mason clearly noticed so he wrapped his arm around my shoulders. I instantly tensed.