Finally Part 5 is here!!!!!!! First of all, I am very unfamiliar with the effects of heroin. I did
a little research but if some stuff here doesn't seen right, just play along and pretend,
okay? Thanks!!!! PLEASE R/R!!!!!!
Addiction Pt. 5 Temptation
Steve and Dwayne sat at the table and quietly ate their meal. Dwayne was off in another
world and Steve was trying to think of something to say. Occasionally, Dwayne would
sort of twitch every few seconds. He was also shaking his leg vigorously under the table.
"What's wrong with you, man?" Steve asked, getting annoyed at the constant
movement.
"Do you have to ask?" Dwayne snapped. Suddenly it dawned on Steve.
"Oh."
"Yeah. 'oh.'" He then started scratching his arm. After realizing what he was doing, he
immediately stopped and busied himself with his food which he hasn't touched once. Steve
observed his movements for a while.
"Not hungry?" Steve took a bite out of one of his fries. Dwayne shrugged and shook his
head.
"No, not really." He continued to play and poke at his food. He was also starting to
sweat and his shakes became a little more apparent. Steve noticed his distress.
"Ready to go?" Steve asked, throwing his napkin on the tray.
"Yup." Dwayne took one more drink from his cup before standing. He then slowly
lowered himself back to his chair when a sharp pain went shooting up from his stomach.
"You okay?" Steve tried to keep his voice down, not wanting to cause a scene. Dwayne
nodded, his eyes clinched shut.
"Yeah, just give me a minute." He grunted. He had one hand on his knee and the other holding
his belly. Steve waited patiently for the effects to subside. Then just as soon as it came, it
left. Dwayne took a deep breath and slowly rose to his feet.
"All right, let's go." He replied with a shaky voice.
So they left the restaurant and headed for Steve's truck. Dwayne was still walking semi
slummed and Steve followed closely behind, not sure if Dwayne's legs could hold him to
the truck. But as they approached the vehicle they were surrounded by about six huge,
well-muscled guys. Steve and Dwayne automatically went into defensive mode and eyed
each man carefully. They weren't as timid as anyone would think, even though they were
wrestlers they still knew how to fight a real fight. A smaller man pushed his way through
and Dwayne noticed that it was Bic.
"You sorry son-of-a-bitch! What do you want?" Dwayne shouted angrily and he quickly
tried to hide his shakes.
"What the hell is going on?" Steve asked totally confused. Bic approached the two with
a slight grin.
"Mr. Johnson and I have some unfinished business to take care of. It doesn't concern
you." Bic replied.
"What?" Steve asked bewildered.
"Steve, this is Bic. He's the one that sold me the heroin." Dwayne said, not wanting to
say 'dealer'. Steve eyed Bic cautiously.
"Now, Dwayne, we need to come to an agreement. I think you know what I'm talking
about."
"I'm not buying any of your drugs." Dwayne snapped quickly, not trusting his body's
instinct to take the soon to come offer . Bic nodded at the reply.
"I had a feeling you were going to say that. But wouldn't it be a shame if I had to force
you?"
"I don't care what you do to me. I'm not buying." Dwayne was thankful Steve was
there, otherwise he would have probably taken the offer.
"Oh, no. I'm not going to do anything to you. Not physically anyway." He paused for
effect. "I hear you got a kid. That's nice. Boy or girl?" Dwayne just starred at him,
catching on to what he was really saying. He clinched his fists in anger. "Oh, yeah. You
don't know, you never seen it. I doubt it's even yours." Bic was trying to fire Dwayne up.
It was working.
"Hey, man, just back off." Steve interrupted and was given a sharp punch to the
abdomen by one of the cohorts. When he dropped, he was kicked in the face. Dwayne didn't say or do anything.
"Like I said, it doesn't concern you." Bic looked down at the coughing Steve before
looking back up Dwayne. "He your friend?" A pause. "How's your wife? Good I hope."
Bic smiled, his eyes gleaming. "But wouldn't it be terrible if she, were to say, get in an
accident. A very slow, painful death." Bic said the last few words slowly and clearly. "We
can arrange it so that your the only one carrying the Johnson name. How you like that?
And then maybe the media will figure out the real reason behind your suspension and not
the 'backstage fights' they're selling now."
"You son-of-a-bitch." Dwayne said, obviously disturbed by his words.
"I know, I know." Bic nodded. "Tell you what. If you pay for six now we'll leave them
alone. You don't necessary have to use the drugs, just buy them. Unless you want to use
them. What do you say?" By this time, Steve was leaning against the wheel of his truck,
wiping the blood from his mouth.
"I don't have any money on me." Dwayne quickly added the price of the six in his head-
Over three hundred dollars.
"You got a credit card, don't you? Let's go find an ATM."
"Wait, how do I know your telling the truth?" Dwayne was stalling, trying to come up
with a plan. So far, nothing came to mind.
"Well, I got a few guys that's probably watching your wife as we speak, they can take
care of everything right now. All it takes is one call." Bic shrugged. He knew he was
winning. "Quit stalling and let's go." They stared at each other for a long time.
"Fine." Dwayne sighed, closing his eyes. Upset at himself for giving in so easily and yet
strangely relieved same time. Bic laughed and smacked Dwayne on the arm.
"See? That wasn't so bad, was it?" Dwayne remained silent. "I think Steve should wait
here for you." He looked over at his gang. "Three of you stay here and the other three
come with us."
Dwayne, Bic, and his thugs approached the ATM machine a few minutes later. Dwayne
took out his credit card and slid it in the slot.
"Better make it an even thousand." Bic said with a grin and a shrug. "Better safe than
sorry." Bic noticed the glare Dwayne was giving him and couldn't help but grin wider.
"Come on, I know you have it."
"Whatever." Dwayne shook his head . He typed in his password and a few moments
later a thousand dollars were produced. Bic snatched the bills up quickly and counted each
one.
"We better keep in touch just in case." Bic put the money in his jacket pocket. "Oh,
before I forget." He reached back in his pocket and pulled out a bag wrapped tightly with
duct tape and handed it to Dwayne who shook his head upon seeing it.
"I don't want it. Just take the money." He was surprised that he almost reached
for it. Old habits die hard.
"The deal was the money for the drugs. Now take it." Dwayne just stood there staring
at the bag. He thought back to his family and the threat Bic had made. He sighed in defeat
and took the bag, which caused a small smile from Bic. He quickly stuffed it in his jacket
pocket "Great. Now all you need to do is just go home, relax, and....drift away." Bic
started to chuckle. "See ya later, man!" As soon as they left, Dwayne walked quickly back
to Steve. When he got there, he noticed that Steve was all alone, still leaning against the
wheel of the truck.
"You okay?" Dwayne asked. Steve looked up at him.
"Oh, just peachy. Hand up?" Dwayne took the offered hand and hauled Steve up on his
feet. But his dizzy head made him sway and he rested his hands on his knees.
"Where'd they go?" Dwayne asked, looking around.
"They just took off a few minutes after you left." Dwayne nodded. "So, how much did
you give him?" He spit out the blood that was still in his mouth.
"A thousand fucking dollars." Dwayne said angrily. Steve shook his head.
"He give you the drugs?"
Dwayne thought hard on the question. The withdrawals have been the worst he's ever
had. His temptation was beginning to rise to new levels. You never know when it could come
in handy. His hands were in his pockets and he could feel the heavy bag between his
fingers. He took a deep breath before giving his answer.
"No." Dwayne wouldn't meet Steve's eye.
"You okay?"
"Yeah. So, how are we going to explain this one?" He was quick to change the subject.
"Easy. Don't tell anyone." Steve slowly stood straight.
"What? Mick is going to ask about your busted lip."
"You had a withdrawal fit and picked a fight with me." Steve shrugged like it was the
simple truth. Dwayne considered it for a moment.
"You think he'll believe it?"
"He'll have to. I mean, look at you, your still shaking with it. If we blame it on your
addiction, he'll believe anything."
"Okay. Ready to go home?"
"Defiantly."
"You think you can drive? I wouldn't trust myself right now. I'll probably drive us
straight in a ditch with all this damn twitching." Dwayne held hand out which was shaking
rather noticeably. Steve smiled a little as they both climbed in truck.
"Probably shock, I'm skaking too." Steve laughed. "At least your making light of it, though."
Steve said as he started to truck and pulled out the drive.
"Yeah....." Dwayne whispered. He reached in his pocket to feel the cool, tightly
wrapped bag between his fingers. He then realized that his shakes were not from the
withdrawals, but from the guilt and shame coursing through his body.
End of Pt. 5. Reviews are worshipped!
a little research but if some stuff here doesn't seen right, just play along and pretend,
okay? Thanks!!!! PLEASE R/R!!!!!!
Addiction Pt. 5 Temptation
Steve and Dwayne sat at the table and quietly ate their meal. Dwayne was off in another
world and Steve was trying to think of something to say. Occasionally, Dwayne would
sort of twitch every few seconds. He was also shaking his leg vigorously under the table.
"What's wrong with you, man?" Steve asked, getting annoyed at the constant
movement.
"Do you have to ask?" Dwayne snapped. Suddenly it dawned on Steve.
"Oh."
"Yeah. 'oh.'" He then started scratching his arm. After realizing what he was doing, he
immediately stopped and busied himself with his food which he hasn't touched once. Steve
observed his movements for a while.
"Not hungry?" Steve took a bite out of one of his fries. Dwayne shrugged and shook his
head.
"No, not really." He continued to play and poke at his food. He was also starting to
sweat and his shakes became a little more apparent. Steve noticed his distress.
"Ready to go?" Steve asked, throwing his napkin on the tray.
"Yup." Dwayne took one more drink from his cup before standing. He then slowly
lowered himself back to his chair when a sharp pain went shooting up from his stomach.
"You okay?" Steve tried to keep his voice down, not wanting to cause a scene. Dwayne
nodded, his eyes clinched shut.
"Yeah, just give me a minute." He grunted. He had one hand on his knee and the other holding
his belly. Steve waited patiently for the effects to subside. Then just as soon as it came, it
left. Dwayne took a deep breath and slowly rose to his feet.
"All right, let's go." He replied with a shaky voice.
So they left the restaurant and headed for Steve's truck. Dwayne was still walking semi
slummed and Steve followed closely behind, not sure if Dwayne's legs could hold him to
the truck. But as they approached the vehicle they were surrounded by about six huge,
well-muscled guys. Steve and Dwayne automatically went into defensive mode and eyed
each man carefully. They weren't as timid as anyone would think, even though they were
wrestlers they still knew how to fight a real fight. A smaller man pushed his way through
and Dwayne noticed that it was Bic.
"You sorry son-of-a-bitch! What do you want?" Dwayne shouted angrily and he quickly
tried to hide his shakes.
"What the hell is going on?" Steve asked totally confused. Bic approached the two with
a slight grin.
"Mr. Johnson and I have some unfinished business to take care of. It doesn't concern
you." Bic replied.
"What?" Steve asked bewildered.
"Steve, this is Bic. He's the one that sold me the heroin." Dwayne said, not wanting to
say 'dealer'. Steve eyed Bic cautiously.
"Now, Dwayne, we need to come to an agreement. I think you know what I'm talking
about."
"I'm not buying any of your drugs." Dwayne snapped quickly, not trusting his body's
instinct to take the soon to come offer . Bic nodded at the reply.
"I had a feeling you were going to say that. But wouldn't it be a shame if I had to force
you?"
"I don't care what you do to me. I'm not buying." Dwayne was thankful Steve was
there, otherwise he would have probably taken the offer.
"Oh, no. I'm not going to do anything to you. Not physically anyway." He paused for
effect. "I hear you got a kid. That's nice. Boy or girl?" Dwayne just starred at him,
catching on to what he was really saying. He clinched his fists in anger. "Oh, yeah. You
don't know, you never seen it. I doubt it's even yours." Bic was trying to fire Dwayne up.
It was working.
"Hey, man, just back off." Steve interrupted and was given a sharp punch to the
abdomen by one of the cohorts. When he dropped, he was kicked in the face. Dwayne didn't say or do anything.
"Like I said, it doesn't concern you." Bic looked down at the coughing Steve before
looking back up Dwayne. "He your friend?" A pause. "How's your wife? Good I hope."
Bic smiled, his eyes gleaming. "But wouldn't it be terrible if she, were to say, get in an
accident. A very slow, painful death." Bic said the last few words slowly and clearly. "We
can arrange it so that your the only one carrying the Johnson name. How you like that?
And then maybe the media will figure out the real reason behind your suspension and not
the 'backstage fights' they're selling now."
"You son-of-a-bitch." Dwayne said, obviously disturbed by his words.
"I know, I know." Bic nodded. "Tell you what. If you pay for six now we'll leave them
alone. You don't necessary have to use the drugs, just buy them. Unless you want to use
them. What do you say?" By this time, Steve was leaning against the wheel of his truck,
wiping the blood from his mouth.
"I don't have any money on me." Dwayne quickly added the price of the six in his head-
Over three hundred dollars.
"You got a credit card, don't you? Let's go find an ATM."
"Wait, how do I know your telling the truth?" Dwayne was stalling, trying to come up
with a plan. So far, nothing came to mind.
"Well, I got a few guys that's probably watching your wife as we speak, they can take
care of everything right now. All it takes is one call." Bic shrugged. He knew he was
winning. "Quit stalling and let's go." They stared at each other for a long time.
"Fine." Dwayne sighed, closing his eyes. Upset at himself for giving in so easily and yet
strangely relieved same time. Bic laughed and smacked Dwayne on the arm.
"See? That wasn't so bad, was it?" Dwayne remained silent. "I think Steve should wait
here for you." He looked over at his gang. "Three of you stay here and the other three
come with us."
Dwayne, Bic, and his thugs approached the ATM machine a few minutes later. Dwayne
took out his credit card and slid it in the slot.
"Better make it an even thousand." Bic said with a grin and a shrug. "Better safe than
sorry." Bic noticed the glare Dwayne was giving him and couldn't help but grin wider.
"Come on, I know you have it."
"Whatever." Dwayne shook his head . He typed in his password and a few moments
later a thousand dollars were produced. Bic snatched the bills up quickly and counted each
one.
"We better keep in touch just in case." Bic put the money in his jacket pocket. "Oh,
before I forget." He reached back in his pocket and pulled out a bag wrapped tightly with
duct tape and handed it to Dwayne who shook his head upon seeing it.
"I don't want it. Just take the money." He was surprised that he almost reached
for it. Old habits die hard.
"The deal was the money for the drugs. Now take it." Dwayne just stood there staring
at the bag. He thought back to his family and the threat Bic had made. He sighed in defeat
and took the bag, which caused a small smile from Bic. He quickly stuffed it in his jacket
pocket "Great. Now all you need to do is just go home, relax, and....drift away." Bic
started to chuckle. "See ya later, man!" As soon as they left, Dwayne walked quickly back
to Steve. When he got there, he noticed that Steve was all alone, still leaning against the
wheel of the truck.
"You okay?" Dwayne asked. Steve looked up at him.
"Oh, just peachy. Hand up?" Dwayne took the offered hand and hauled Steve up on his
feet. But his dizzy head made him sway and he rested his hands on his knees.
"Where'd they go?" Dwayne asked, looking around.
"They just took off a few minutes after you left." Dwayne nodded. "So, how much did
you give him?" He spit out the blood that was still in his mouth.
"A thousand fucking dollars." Dwayne said angrily. Steve shook his head.
"He give you the drugs?"
Dwayne thought hard on the question. The withdrawals have been the worst he's ever
had. His temptation was beginning to rise to new levels. You never know when it could come
in handy. His hands were in his pockets and he could feel the heavy bag between his
fingers. He took a deep breath before giving his answer.
"No." Dwayne wouldn't meet Steve's eye.
"You okay?"
"Yeah. So, how are we going to explain this one?" He was quick to change the subject.
"Easy. Don't tell anyone." Steve slowly stood straight.
"What? Mick is going to ask about your busted lip."
"You had a withdrawal fit and picked a fight with me." Steve shrugged like it was the
simple truth. Dwayne considered it for a moment.
"You think he'll believe it?"
"He'll have to. I mean, look at you, your still shaking with it. If we blame it on your
addiction, he'll believe anything."
"Okay. Ready to go home?"
"Defiantly."
"You think you can drive? I wouldn't trust myself right now. I'll probably drive us
straight in a ditch with all this damn twitching." Dwayne held hand out which was shaking
rather noticeably. Steve smiled a little as they both climbed in truck.
"Probably shock, I'm skaking too." Steve laughed. "At least your making light of it, though."
Steve said as he started to truck and pulled out the drive.
"Yeah....." Dwayne whispered. He reached in his pocket to feel the cool, tightly
wrapped bag between his fingers. He then realized that his shakes were not from the
withdrawals, but from the guilt and shame coursing through his body.
End of Pt. 5. Reviews are worshipped!
