Hello dear readers now here is the first chapter of Drug Addiction. The story belongs jennalynn. The people of the known Stephanie Meyer
Have fun and remember: Drugs are bad hobbit4ever
Bella POV
"Damn it, Bella ... the cops. RUN! "
Still kneeling on the seat of a red car was foreign to me, I stuck my head out the door and looked down the street. It was like a slow-motion recording of any action movie in which there were idiots who keep track of how the their cars along the streets, tear and while they rush around a curve, the audience in slow motion that happen rising. And then, like a button, changed the speed and drive it in the breakneck pace.
Only, when this recording not acted adrenaline junkies who are looking for more prestige and the next kick, but no less than to the police in person from Seattle. The straight out of a side street and now, to come directly to us. And not to give us a show and chase someone in old fashion pursuers, no ... they had already found their target.
"Oh-oh... shit, "I yelled out and hopped in a sentence, backed out of the truck and took my legs in the hand.
Jake was right behind me and was constantly curses himself. Behind us were the sirens and gave us the best proof that we were the hunted. Since we had some philistine observed from the window and called the cops. Because this damn street was deserted. The Seattle police took it in fact for some time more and more to the task, the children `dangerous' as we are all so beautiful names to pick from the road. And then it can well happen that the same a whole escort.
"Darn it, the damn radio even had Bluetooth," I grumbled gasping air.
"We just have a different problem ... and now run faster," Jake yelled at me and grabbed at the same time for my hand to pull me into a small side street.
We ran like the loony from a side street to the next. Looked around and constantly hounded on busy streets, ignoring the squeal of tires and kept going. Even as a long time no siren noise could be heard, Jake pulled me further mercilessly.
One would think that I should be used to it. But it was time and time again, tiring as hell. My thighs and my lungs were burning and I was close to a heart attack.
"Wait, wait ... STOP. I cannot, "I gasped.
"A bit, we are equal to the cellar hatch."
I envied him for his perseverance. After miles he still had breath like a diver and not a drop of sweat lost, while I ran out like a Sahara walk. He would be the best athletes were not for the drug testing. I chuckled at my thoughts and got a scathing glance of Jake thrown. He found such situations always anything but fun.
It was only at the cellar door I registered my surroundings. We had arrived at the western district of Seattle. So quite a bit away from 'home'. Still, we knew every hiding place in the city. As is this here, an open cellar hatch. Been unnoticed for a good nine months, because this basement was not a tenant. Good for us, bad for the bulls. Here that would never find us!
Jake helped me into it and as soon as we were in the dark room, I let myself fall to the ground, panting. Oh ... I hurt anything! A giggle out of the corner let me look up. I pushed the sweaty hair out of his face and eyes narrowed to slits.
"This is not a bit funny," I snapped at him.
Smiled, but the next moment even about me. It was the same every time. He ... behind the picture of health, I personally ... the grim reaper. Well, almost every time ... he was not as often as he wanted.
"You're right, that's not really funny," he spoke seriously, and I sighed.
"Come down again, nothing happened."
He snorted and walked slowly toward me. His huge figure would probably please everyone, crouching on the ground girl, scared, but it impressed me more. I knew he would never hurt me hurt. He would be for me to throw in front of a train, he could save my life by it. Only there was no way to save my life, just as there was for his life. We were lost ... and that's a good thing!
Even though I my best friend, the one with the dark skin, black, short hair and black eyes honest not want to see death, and it was inevitable. Jacob did not have to lose the impression. His stature was madness, he had increased thickness of muscle fibers, which seemed like it, every night of their hardness. Everyone who knew him wondered where his body had the power. He was one of the very few in which the heroine ("H" Entsch) left no traces VISIBLE. He always had a friendly smile and a very strong, very protective instinct. Most of the time in the day, he spent laughing so and to make others laugh. He has a good soul and a great personality. He looks awfully good and he's strong, very strong.
But all who know him know better that he can relate this strength only on his muscles. Because deep down, he is just as broken as any of us. And ... he's all I have left!
He sat down beside me and put his arm around her shoulders. Pulled me to him and I leaned my head against his broad chest.
"It's getting worse. They hunt us like mangy dogs. A year ago, they would have sent out a patrol car was traveling too slowly, just because the bored policemen had no desire for a cat and mouse game. Arrived at the scene, they took notes, talked to the victim, taken some statements that stamped and then placed into a thick file. Now they haunt us through the whole city, with flashing lights and more than two patrol cars. "
I listened in silence to his monologue. I snuggled closer to him and closed her eyes tired.
"Chrisi and Danny were caught two days ago. Stella says it has removed them as felons. Handcuffed and blue light. Here is Danny, not yet 14 years old. You do not worry about the soul of a child. They do not care, as it is all matter. The main thing missing from the scene so that no trouble anymore. But what causes the trouble, which no one asks. "
I sighed. Of which he had not told me anything. He had found out yesterday when he had to go alone, because I was so dirty. Normally we never moved out alone. We were always together.
"What do you mean, where they are dropped off?"
He shrugged his shoulders. I got along well with both. They had not been here long, were inexperienced and that was, they certainly fatal. Inattention can have serious consequences! Mean in some cases, even death. Depending on how deep you already are in the shit.
"I'll miss you," I whispered.
"You will not be the last," he said seriously.
"Times change, Jacob. It will again be quiet, "I tried to calm him.
Even though he was in a good mood most of the time, he was never careless and naive. Jacob is in the most difficult situations to keep a cool head. And so far, which has saved us time and again the ass. He knew when the going gets tough and then he knew what to do. His greatest weakness was the fear for me. He had made it his job to protect me.
"Yes ... just wondering how many are caught up to that yet?"
"Debt is the large dealers and pimps. Because we need not delude ourselves. The incidents are piling up on the streets. They act more and more without thinking, it's getting worse. And since the authorities to the big fish not ran dare they make chasing the small, "he sighed.
"Yes, to us. As order would reign in the streets if we all disappear from the scene. Today was damn close. It is increasingly difficult to survive for us. "
"But it's doable," I tried to convince him.
Because I knew what will happen next. He will now begin to tell me how shit everything is and ... I said, had to get here somehow. When I do not know myself, what kind of a mess we live.
"Damn ... it would never have come this far. If I had just enough to pay attention to you. "
I groaned.
"Jacob ..." I sat up and took his face in my hands, forcing him to look at me.
"... Stop it. What has happened is not your fault and that you "know, sadly shaking his head.
"I failed twice. And I will never forgive myself. Leah might still be alive and you'd be ... you guys never landed on the needle. "
I breathed in and out deeply. This guilt gnawing inside him. Although I am the one who alone is to blame for all this.
"When are you going only to understand that it was never your fault? You've tried everything to save us from this fate. But we had been the ones who have taken advantage of the moment. So stop to start now, I cannot listen today. "
"Yes, because I was too weak to prevent this moment. You were so incredibly young, you knew not what awaits you. I should have prevented it. You would never have come my way. "
My eyes filled with tears.
"Do not say that. You were there for us, you helped us. Without you we would have been lost. "
"As if I'd ever be able to offer you another chance! It was clear from the outset that it would be to what I had at that time already. And yet ... I have you added. Without me, you would be ... have been better off and Leah, ... would still be alive. "
I shook my head stubbornly. The first tears began to run. I could not stand it when he talks about Sun
"How many times do we have to have this conversation yet? Whenever something goes wrong, you start with this theme. I am so sorry for Jacob, why cannot you just let it be based? But as you want, then we just chew it through again and then fall back into the abyss full of guilt and self-loathing, please as you want ... And we would have thus come to the damn needle. You'd have to know best. Do you really think we would have found a way out of all this shit? "
"You had it succeeded, I'm sure."
Now I was getting angry.
"Your guilt makes you crazy, Jacob Black. If anyone has to go to them to reason, then I. I was the one who listened to her words with enthusiasm of escape. And it was I who fled with her from this goddamn home. And I was the one who was seduced by the idea to press just like them. And I was the one who helped her to put the first shot and I was which was to have been there when she bought the stuff from this dealer of wankers. I was the one who did nothing to prevent any of the Jacob, I had been there, do not you...! And when they insisted the new Eitsch (heroin) first try, also because I have not intervened, but they just leave. And add us not to go there, as we had been naive. Leah and I both knew exactly to what we get involved there. We have carefully chosen this path, so do listen to you to finish because of matters to which you bear no guilt. "
During my speech, I was running constantly tears down the cheeks, which he followed with a pained look, and I silently listened.
"And where was I when so much has happened that should not have happened?"
"Jake ..." I whispered with a depressed voice.
"No, tell Bella. Say I to Turkey (withdrawal symptoms) and was not strong enough to pay attention to you. Say you're going on my account again in the city to obtain heroin. But you forced on the basis of little money and because their initial withdrawal symptoms waiting to buy a package from an unknown dealer. A dealer who asked only half and you (deadly poisonous alkaloid, small amount) instead of heroin, strychnine was. And also say that I did not even ask how you are gotten to three servings, but where the money would never have been enough for that much. Say that I just took it and at that moment thought only of me and my pressure. "
Sniffling I got up and staggered back a few steps. Looked down at him with bleary gaze and caught his troubled glance.
"We can give both of us so much to blame as we would like. Leah them will not come again. You would not have wanted that we take account of their death so ready. She knew the road would mean her death and she accepted it with a smile. It should not have been so early, I give you right. But what may be even and what not? Just you had to know that fate would never kind to us and just waiting for another opportunity for us to fuck her in the ass, "I sobbed and buried my face in his hands.
Leah's death took me still having terrible. She was my best friend. No, that was not even know she was like a sister to me. We went together. Through them I was able to leave my past behind me. We walked this path together, and had vowed to finish it together, one of us should do something. But so far, there was not, because I know she would not have wanted that I would follow her to death ... SO. And after meeting Jacob, it was clear one should come to an end that the other two would go on. "Fight to the end", which was her favorite saying. "But for what we are fighting for? " I had once asked.
This question she could not answer. She just said, "The time will tell us." At that time I had not understood it, now I will do it. And all for what I was struggling, her friendship with Jacob. Because we were both lost souls who were lucky to have each other.
And just so lucky, got up slowly and walked towards me. He locked me in his arms without a word. He felt guilty because he has made me cry, but could not just stop trying to convince me. He fought a battle he could not win easily. He could not let me go, but neither, he could live with the thought that I would die on the street.
IF ... I would hope that I would fight just as likely to HIS life. Crying, I buried my face against his chest and he. It's in my hair I dug my hands slightly trembling in his leather jacket and breathed its soothing scent. I was a little dizzy and my head throbbed. My mouth was full of saliva. It was nothing new to me, I knew what was wrong with me. Long he held me until we both had steadied.
I raised my head and smiled at him lazily. He replied, stroking me with both thumbs the tears from her cheeks.
"I would not stand up well to lose yet," he whispered hoarsely.
"And I cannot bear to lose you. So please do me the like, and finally listen to it. Please Jacob, I cannot bear to see you suffer. We both know that we have no way out, so stop constantly too feverishly looking for ME. I will not leave you alone. "
He gave me a pained.
"Bella, you know what I want."
"Yes, and you know, that I do not want it, so we'll spare both this discussion."
A fit of coughing shook me and he held me protectively.
"Look at you, look what that stuff does to you. Please Bella, do it for me. Embark in therapy, you can do it, "he pleaded.
As so often and as often happens, I shook my head.
"I'm not going anywhere without you. And you know as well as I do that I put in too deep to change something about my situation can. Stop it with your reparations and let's just move on, shall we? "
"Continue to do? How long will that work? Who, if not you know, my health? The heroin is like to eat through my organs. And it starts with you and to have. I go to meet my death laughing, but you cannot and will not "accept, he cried applied firmly and looked me in the eye.
With a sad smile, I put a hand on his cheek.
"Why not? Again and again the same conversation. So often we talk about it. I can no longer hear. Fucking shit, it's like that, now it finally Accept. I love you Jake, but sometimes you can be terrible effort. "
He groaned annoyed.
"Do not you see that I want to protect you," he said defiantly like a little boy.
He was so cute when he's big brother can hang out. Yet just as annoying.
"Jacob ...", it was getting to me stupid.
He rose again purely in something over which there was no longer any reason to talk. For years, the same conversation, over and over again. As he hoped to convince me sometime. It was absurd! Death was a constant companion of my life, so why should his words frighten me in any way? He did so only when he has no dope too long in the blood. Then he will always terribly melodramatic.
"... We both want to bet you in less than an hour back to normal in the skull are finally cease and talk to such a bullshit. So please, do me a favor and just one hour your door, my head throbs got enough. "
In an hour we should be about `home '. Then he could ram a needle in the arm and stop responding over. Yes, I know ... it sucks and sounds really hard. But that was our life and for me there was simply no reason to make me so mad when we both know very well that sooner or later everything will not matter anyway. And long talks and proposed changes do not make sense because ... both of us are simply not strong enough to deprive us of the heroin. There has us too much at his mercy.
The problem with Jacob was quite simple. That itself. From the effect instantly hires his brain and he is pretty good at it, gather the obvious and to realize very quickly where this path will lead I was better to hide the reason, because I knew they would end up losing it. The addiction was just bigger. I can easily put up with our lot better than he can put up with MY. Goes around the back in his own past, but my preserves and maintains it.
He sighed result scratched the back of his head and patted me lightly with the other hand on the cheek.
"Come on, let's go ... 'homecoming', you need an ... Print! "
Relieved, I nodded, stood on tiptoes and gave him a kiss on the cheek. I knew this conversation was far from over. That would probably be when one of us has lost the battle against the Eitsch. But for now, as always, has the desire ... won. After all, he slid straight on direct route into withdrawal. And that was something I could not ignore junkie.
Hand in hand, we ran towards our uncertain future.
