How was I going to tell the girl I love "no."How was I going to make her see the wrong she was doing? How was I going to help her?
She was calling out my name. Screaming it. I had taken all of her stuff. She was not going to keep doing this.
She ran into the bedroom.
"Where is it? Where is it, Kevin? I know you hid it! You've did it before! Where the hell is my shit?!"She screamed.
All I could do was sit on the edge of the bed, looking at her. She looked like she was losing her mind. She was acting like it, too.
"Kevin, please. I'm begging you. I want it. I need it,"She said.
I rubbed the side of my thighs and stood up. I took a deep breath.
"I can't let you do that stuff anymore, Daisy. Not anymore. It's hurting you. It's hurting me,"I said, walking pass her.
She grabbed the back of my shirt. I broke free of her grip and walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water.
"Kevin! Kevin! Don't walk away from me when I'm talking to you!"Daisy called, walking into the kitchen behind me.
"Daisy, please, forget about it. I dumped it all,"I said, drinking my glass of water.
Her eyes widen and then cut into tiny slits. She turned red and she launched at me. Hitting me. Kicking me. Yelling at me.
"ARE YOU INSANE?! YOU DUMPED IT ALL?! WHY?! KEVIN, WHAT THE FUCK! PURE HEROIN?! YOU DUMPED PURE HEROIN?!"
I shoved her off of me and pulled her down to a chair.
"Shut up, Daisy! Just shut up! I dumped it. I dumped it all. It's fucking gone. All the drugs are gone! You need to stop it. Just stop it! I can't take it anymore! I love you, Daze. I really do. But I'm not going to have a junkie as a girlfriend!"I snapped.
Her red face slowly faded into her regular pale one.
"Kevin, I'm not a junkie. I'm not. I just need a shot once a day. That's it. I just need it to feel good. It has this feeling,"Daisy said.
She was almost in tears. She was sweating bullets. I sat my glass of water in front of her.
"I have to go pick up my brother. Will you be alright?"I asked.
"Yeah. Yes,"She said.
I kissed her forehead, grabbed the keys, and left.