What Goes Around Comes Around

Chems

I knew I had it bad when I couldn't get the damn girl out of my head. We ain't spoken since that night. Well, said hey to her in passing and shit. It ain't that I don't want to, but I don't exactly get the chance. She always tries to talk, I see it on her face, the way she fidgets and chews her lip.

I don't think the boss is any the wiser, think he might've killed me by now, or her. I notice bruises on her sometimes, nothing like the last one, but they're there alright. Been really winding myself up cause I'm damn worried about her, embarrassing myself cause I wanna see her again. But the day I did see her again, wasn't what I was hoping for.

Boss has been a little out of it since we got back, even Mason's starting to get pissed, and he's the boss' biggest fan. He's slowed down on the chem trade, hasn't even gotten more stomping grounds worked out so there's been a bunch of squabbling and infighting I've had to deal with. 

It's been a lot of work, like a shit ton, so I was taking myself some time off. Was hoping for a nice relaxed weekend, but did I get that? Fuck no. 'Cause I'm living in a fucking nightmare.

And I wanna get out of this nightmare for at least three fucking minutes, so even though I ain't an idiot who gets fucked up on all the booze and all the chems I can get my hands on, I'm gonna have a drink.

I'm three beers in when I hear mumbling and a thud on the hallway outside the door. Then a knock. Three knocks.

I almost don't answer, then whoever it is knocks again.

And again.

And again, "alright, I'm comin', I'm comin'. Fuckin' hell."

"Porter Gage. Pleasure to see you. What are you doing here?"

Standing in front of me is of course the cause of my damn nightmare. Vanessa smiles wonkily at me, both her and her fur coat soaked through, blood streaming from her nose. All I can smell is vodka. "Fuckin' Christ... This is my house, what're you doin' here? Get inside." She whines as I take her hand and pull her into the room, slamming the door behind her. "I came to see you, obviously. Silly boy."

I pick her up by her hips and drop her onto the counter, her dress rides up further than is ladylike, and she laughs at me. "Why are y'out durin' a storm?" I should probably ask her why she's bleeding, but I'm sure I can work that one out myself. A better question is why vodka has her pupils blown out that much. "I wanted to see you! You know how hard it is to drive?" "Vanessa, you were driving drunk?" She blinks at me as I take a washcloth to her face, mostly the blood from her nose.

"Obviously not. Not all the way anyway, I stopped like, a while ago," "where is the boss? He's gonna tan both our hides if he finds y'here." She shrugs and tenses, pressing a hand to her forehead, "you better not be sick," she stays quiet, "for fuck sake, Vanessa. You're making my life fuckin' hell." She whimpers as I pluck her off the counter and carry her into the bathroom.

She's crying by the time I sit her down on the bathroom floor. I pull her hair out of her face, and she continues to sniffle, "I-I... I don't mean to... To..." She pukes, and then starts to whine even more. I rub her back. "There y'go, get it up, tha's it."

"Nessie... What have y'taken?" She blinks, gives me a forced smile and shakes her head. I really ain't in the mood for her bullshit. "Don't give me that. I know you have, I need you to barf it up." She carries on telling me she ain't taken shit, so I grab the bottom of her face and press the pad of my thumb flat against her tongue, "If I need to shove my fingers down your damn throat I'll do it."

"Mmph... Kinky." I took out my thumb and put two fingers in, she shuddered and grabbed my wrist, shaking her head. Stubborn bitch. "Vanessa. The fuck did you take!?" "Nuffin', ah smear! Not smawwoed!" Yeah, I understood about as much of that as I would've if she were speaking another damn language. She pulled my hand from her mouth, and scrunched up her nose in disgust, as if she had her hands in my mouth with vomit. "I haven't swallowed anything. It... Oh God," her head goes back over the toilet, "it was a syringe!"