"Amelia. Long time no see. I heard Gemma sent you to rehab."
"Her version of it. She took care of it her way."
"So what are you doing here then? Your mother is not one to be crossed, ya know."
"Yeah I know. I also know that you're scared of her."
"I'm not scared of Gemma."
"Whatever Darby, that's irrelevant. We both know why I'm here."
"Right. Come in." He moved aside and I stepped inside. "Crank or Oxy?"
"Oxy."
"How many?"
"My usual."
"You sure? You need to think about how your tolerance has changed over the past year."
"Wow. You're so concerned." I rolled my eyes.
"I'm protecting my business. You should understand that."
"Yeah yeah yeah."
He went into his bedroom down the hall and came back with a bag full of pills.
"500 right?"
"Nah. We'll do 250." I raised my eyebrow. "It's a welcome back present."
"Yeah. Thanks Eddy."
I gave him the money and went back to my car. I shoved the bag down into the bottom of my bag. I took two and started to drive home. My mother was already there so I took a minute in my car to compose myself. She was sitting at the table smoking. I tried to walk straight up the stairs, but I should have known she would never let me do that.
"Sit."
I walked over and sat down in front of her at the table. I put my purse on the counter so it wouldn't be in her face so maybe she wouldn't suspect anything. I just sat and crossed my hands in front of me and waited on her to speak.
"So, you've barely spoken to me or anyone else for three weeks. You gonna tell me why?"
"I just have a lot in my head right now. It's not that big of a deal."
"It is to me. We always talk about everything and you've been shutting me out, especially about your accident. I want to know why."
"I'm trying to deal with it mom."
"Let me help you."
"I don't… I can handle it by myself."
"You don't have to."
"Look I've had to deal with Tig already today and I'm really not in the mood for this."
"What do you mean, deal with Tig?"
"We had a big argument today. I just want to go to bed okay?"
"Alright, but this conversation isn't over. I want to know what's been going on with you."
"Tomorrow. Tonight, I'm tired okay?"
"Alright. Goodnight baby. I love you." She said getting up and kissing my forehead.
"I love you too." I gave her a smile and sat while she went upstairs, cigarette in hand.
After I sat there for a minute I couldn't even feel my high anymore because of the conversation with my mother. She always seemed to ruin every high. I grabbed my bag and went up to my room. I went into my bathroom and grabbed my ceramic cat that Jax had given me a few years ago. I used it to hide pills because the head came off and I could stuff them down into it so no one would know. I grabbed the basket of small baggies that I put pills in from under the cabinet and locked the door.
I sat on the edge of my tub and got the bag from Darby and started to count them out. I put ten in each bag and put ten of those bags into the cat and closed the head. I grabbed my container of hair care and washed it out in the sink. I put the other nine baggies inside of it and put them up in the cabinet under the sink. The last baggie only had eight in it because i had already taken two, so I took out two more and put the baggie into my wallet. I put all the cash I had in a jar inside my bedside table so when I ran out I would have money to go get more.
I went downstairs before the high set in and grabbed a bottle of wine and another one of vodka. I rolled my joints from the weed my mother had given me last night and put them away. Once the high set in I turned on my music and put in my headphones so I could dance around my room without my mother being woken up. I put on my SAMCRO crop top and black shorts, lit up a cigarette, and started drinking the wine.
I was actually having fun. After the day I had had I was actually having fun, drug induced fun, but fun none the less. I danced and drank and danced and smoked. The next thing that I knew I was lying in my bed with an empty bottle of wine, a half empty bottle of vodka, and a pounding headache. I grabbed an aspirin from my medicine cabinet and looked in the mirror. God, I looked like shit. I looked at my clock and it was 11:30 a.m. I was late for work.