A/N #1: HEEEYYYYYY! What's up? So I stayed home sick today. Had nada to do soo decided to write and watch Sons of Anarchy because my girlfriend says its an awesome show. Minus well watch all 5 seasons on netflix while I can. Anyways, its halloweenie! I hope you all enjoy it. I'm going as a softball player since I have my softball gear from the season and didn't pick a costume this year lol. I'm so lagging this year. My mind is still stuck in august lol. Anyways enjoy the chapter! It's a short one!

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CH.38- I Need More

Don't get me wrong, I know I was being a douche bag to Spencer. That was all my fault. I took all my frustration from my pain out, on Spencer.

I was crying from the pain and the fact that, I know i'm starting to push Spence away. The one girl I can't live without. Who I am absolutely in love with, yet I don't know how to stop it.

Not wanting to keep feeling this way, I decided to call Marci. Kyla, my mom or Kyla's mom, won't be home any time soon. I have time.

Walking back over to my bed, I searched thru my bag and found my phone. Knowing i'm limited on time, I quickly looked thru my contacts and found marci.

Ring...Ring...Ring…

"Hello," Marci greets.

"Hey it's me." I answer.

"What's up? You okay?" Marci asks, worried.

"I got some pain in my head and nose. Do you think we can meet up somewhere?" I asked, biting my lip.

"It'll go away soon and why?" Marci asks, curiously.

"I need more." I order. The other line went completely silent. I almost hung up thinking she clicked on me.

"This is the last time. You're going to have to find someone else." Marci sighs.

"Last time. Thanks" I said, satisfied.

"Yup, Starbucks. Half hour. Meet me there." The line went dead before I could reply.

I slid my phone into my back pocket and ran down to the bathroom. Quickly, taking a couple of Ibuprofen pills and left.

About half hour later, the pills still didn't kick in and I've currently arrived at Starbucks. Hoping this is the one Marci will be at. Deciding to kill time, I walked in and order a couple of Caramel Macchiatos. When the barista handed me my drinks. I thanked the pretty brunette with blue eyes and walked outside.

I stood waiting for a good five minutes until I saw Marci pass me and pull into the parking lot. I watched as she didn't get out. Assuming she wanted me to walk over there. I walked over and got inside the front seat.

"Here." I said, handing her, her drink.

"Thanks." Marci replied quietly.

"Thanks for this Mars." I thanked, playing with my coffee holder.

"I meant it. Last time." Marci frustratedly says, looking forward.

"Alright. I got it." I answer, a little annoyed.

"It's less than last time." Marci says, reaching over and handing me the small bag.

"I don't care. Better that way." I shrugged. Slipping my bag into my pocket.

"I'm sorry." Marci apologizes. Looking into my eyes the whole time.

"For?" I asked, looking back into hers.

"For getting you into this. I was being stupid. Please, forgive me?" She asks. I could see the guilt in her eyes. I could hear it in her voice.

"I forgave you before you asked. Plus, this goes both ways." I remind her. Opening the door and getting out.

"Be safe please! I still care Ash." Marci pleads. I bent down to look at her and nodded.

"I know. I will. Thanks." I smile. Standing up straight again as I closed her door. I walked to back to my car a few spots away from hers. I got in and quickly drove off.

It took another half hour or less to get home. I pulled into the driveway and saw no cars. No one else was there yet but me. The pain was unfortunately, still killing me. I needed to relax. I ran into the house and locked the door. Next, running up the stairs to go in my room. I locked my room door and went to put my music on.

I turned my music up and nodded my head to the beat. Making my way over to my bed side table, I pulled the small bag from my pocket and got everything set up. I set my credit card down. Holding the dollar bill in my right hand. Staring down at the substance in front of me. Time for my pain to go away.

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