It's Crazy How Things Work Out For the Better.
Disclaimer: Yada, yada, yada, I don't own it. . . blah, blah.
So this is the chapter that I just wrote up. For the hell of it. It just came to me yesterday. . . so I slid it between the original ch. 9 and 10
Chapter 10
Hot.
It was most definitely hot in dark, shady basement. There were no windows to speak of, the temperature was increasing rapidly outside, and there were twenty-something bodies crammed into the hole in the wall that could barely be considered a basement. Who wouldn't be hot?
Sweat.
Sweat was pouring off of Marissa's body as she went to take another hit of whatever was closest to her. She knew Volchok wouldn't mind.
Sweet.
Kevin Volchok looked over at his youngest client. She was just a stupid upper-class bitch that didn't know when to quit while she was ahead. Crap for her, good for him and his bank account. Yet he couldn't help but think that her obliviousness was almost . . . sweet.
Wet.
Normally, Marissa hated the feeling of sweat-drenched clothes on her body. But in this state, she was quite content to just lay there feeling wet.
Red.
"Red is a very pretty color." The brunette said to herself, as that aforementioned color danced across the backs of her eyelids. 'Though,' she thought, 'if all I am seeing is colors, then this hit must be wearing off . . . .'
Please.
The man looked to be in his thirties, but t was usually hard to tell with junkies. His eyes were wide and bloodshot, his skin was dry and pasty, and his body was wracked in tremors.
"Volchok, man. D-do you have the s-stuff?"
"I said next week, Becker. You should have made the last bout keep 'til then." Volchok said, as he led the man out.
"B-but I n-need it now!! I can't last 'til then!" he pleaded.
"Get out, and come back next week like I told you. I have other clients now." Volchok said as he threw the man out and closed the door on his face.
"DAMN IT VOLCHOK!! Please!!!" the mystery man bellowed, even though his cries were met by deaf ears.
Stroking.
Marissa lay down on her dealer's couch, while stroking her half-empty bottle of vodka. She had spent the better part of three weeks in this basement. Of course, she had originally come here for an escape, as well as a way to figure out what to do about Alex. Now, all she could do was slip further into a drug and alcohol-induced state of nothingness.
Touch. Taste.
It started out innocent enough. Volchok would sling his arm over her shoulders when they went out, or he would push a loose hair back behind her ear. It took Marissa a little too long to realize that he was addicting her to his touch just as much as he had addicted her to his drugs.
By the time he got bold enough to put his hand on her upper thigh, Marissa couldn't take it anymore. She had to taste him, in every way possible. And taste she did.
Beg.
"Kevin. I need . . ."
Volchok smiled at his favorite little buyer, "What do you need, Cooper?"
Marissa was very frustrated, "I d-don't know! I f-feel like I need the drugs . . . but what if what I really need is y-you?"
The dealer looked the teen dead in the eyes, "Then beg for me."
Suddenly Alex Kelly's face flashed into the brunette's mind, "Volchok, I need you . . . right now!"
Screw Alex.
Fear.
Marissa and Volchok were walking along the pier after taking a serious crack hit. The teenager wouldn't usually leave her dealer's house after getting as high as she was, but she just suddenly felt the urge to get away from the dark, smoke-infested room.
As they walked, Marissa heard the most beautiful, yet terrifying sound she could ever hear, causing her to stop dead in the middle of the pier.
"Summer! Ryan!!! Can you please get Seth's drunk ass out of here before I am forced to kill him?"
It was Alex, her blonde hair and purple streak very visible in the streetlight.
"That your girlfriend?" Volchok asked, the annoyance evident in his voice.
Marissa nodded, "Yeah."
"You afraid to talk to her?" Volchok's voice suddenly took on a hint of laughter.
"Definetly."
Harder. Faster.
Bastard.
"Give them to me."
Kevin waved the little packet of coke high above Marissa's head.
"Come and get it," He laughed as she took another jump at it, and missed completely.
"Can't you just give it to me?" the brunette pleaded.
"Nope," the man shook his head, "I am not charging you for this one, so you're gonna have to work for it."
Marissa crossed her arms and pouted, "Bastard."
Volchok's hand came down and handed her the powder bag, " I am glad you think so highly of me."
You whore.
Marissa and Kevin sat in bed after another session of passionate screwing.
"You are my whore, you know that?"
"How do you figure?"
"Well," Kevin smirked, "You are always coming to me for stuff, and I seem to always be giving it to you."
Marissa leaned over and straddled her dealer, "Well how 'bout you give it to me again?"
More.
"Volchok, I need more."
You animal.
Kevin Volchok was surprised to feel as much pain as he did when he woke up one morning. When he went to look in the mirror, he was surprised at what he saw.
No contact.
Fire. Burn.
"Summer, wait! Come back!" Marissa yelled as she tried to catch up to her best friend's retreating form.
There was a pause. A long, drawn out pause during which time Summer refused to turn around and face Marissa. The same girl who had come to school high as a kite, and had snorted something in the bathroom when Summer walked in. The situation became much worse due to the fact that Marissa had promised her friend twice that she had quit her drug habit.
"Summer, please talk to me. That was my last hit, I promise," Marissa begged from behind her friend.
When Summer turned around to face the taller girl, there was a raging fire burning in her eyes, "Go Burn in Hell, Marissa."
It's over.
"Kevin, I don't think I can do this anymore," Marissa told the older man as she slowly gathered up her stuff, "It's wrong. . . . I have a girlfriend."
"Well, obviously your girlfriend doesn't mean very much since every night for the past three weeks you've been on your back with your legs spread only for me." Volchok said. She couldn't leave him, not now. She was currently his best client.
Marissa turned to face him as she started to open his front door, "I'm sorry, V. I just can't do it anymore. It's over."
"No!" Volchok exclaimed, as she walked away, "You'll be back. With an addiction like yours, It will NEVER be over!!!"
And he was right.
Sooo. . I have a question for you all. I want you to guess what song the bold stuff is from WITHOUT googling it. BTW, Mo-Lou you are NOT allowed to guess since you were singing this last weekend.
Whoever gets it gets a hug and a cookie!!! ;)
P.S.- Don't worry, the story will be back to normal next chapter.
