Addicted
"Role the joint. Toke it up. Party's on. Haven't had enough.The smoke billows from your cracked window. The high isn't enough though. Placing the needle to your vein, between your forarm, above your elbow you push it into your vein. Releasing the liquid drug. heroine. You don't care anymore. You're addicted. The high overcomes you. You're happy and carefree, smiling. As your dad walks into your room and finds you he starts yelling. Not because you're on drugs. But because you're stealing his. Because you didn't pay. He pushes you on the bed and then. . .you pay." Derek Venturi pushes away from his computer, putting both hands on his neck and leaning back in his chair. Writing about his dad---and their 'secret--- is hard. At first his drug habit started as a simple lets-get-high-cause-we're-bored thing. Then when he found the syringes in his dad's drawer he's like what the fuck, let's do this, and now. . .now it was a full blown addiction. It'd been weeks since he'd been one hundred percent sober. He'd stolen money from everyone in the family and his dad was raping him to pay for the drugs he stole. He knew it wasn't normal. And what exactly was he supposed to do about it? Nothing. Exactly. Someone knocked on his door.
"Derek?"
Casey MacDonald asked consernadly. She'd been worried about him for
weeks.
"Yeh?" He said quietly. She opened and shut the
door quickly, pushing herself inside.
"You ok?" She
asked slowly. He noticed her eyes were bloodshot and she'd been
crying.
"Yeah fine. Everything's perfect. Why?" He asked coldly. She could never understand. She could never understand what it was like to have sex with your father because you were to high on his drugs to stop him. She couldn't understand what it was like to know that you'd gotten two girls in your highschool pregnant, sisters. She couldn't understand the concept of anything in Mr. Derek Venturi's life. Nothing at all.
"I um. . " Her eyes were as big as fish bowls, her mouth opening and shutting like one.
"Spit it out fishy." He saw hurt in her eyes. Ph. good, she needs to feel some real pain.
"I'm pregnant!" She blurted out, tears pouring from her eyes.
"Oh." He said slowly. Three girls. He counted on his fingers. "Mine?" He said slowly. She nodded. No more getting high together. They'd decided. He thought pot was all she did.
"Ok." She smiled, nodded and pulled out a joint, lighting up and taking a drag before handing him some.
"Real intelligent Case, smoke pot with a baby inside you." She shrugged and laid back on his back. His only challenge was now part of him. They got high together, had sex. Morals didn't really matter anymore. Senior year to Casey had become her "changing year." She wasn't miss perfect anymore, no more little miss mary sunshine. Derek smiled at her. Chapter 2 in their life and their fucked up relationship was beginning. She knew about his two other "future kids." When they were born DNA tests were supposed to ensue. To Derek, even in his drug addled mind the baby with Casey. . was going to mean a lot more.
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.tbc.