AUTHOR'S NOTE: sorry this one took so long. I kinda wasn't feeling it, but here it is. Hopefully to move onto better chapters.
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Chapter Sixteen
It became his pet peeve. The heroin, that is. About a day later I came home from the Bijou studios wanting a fix only to find Maxwell had hidden it all (destroyed, actually, I would find out still later) then went and hid himself in the upstairs flat. He expected me to be mad, and I didn't let him down any. I was furious.
I stormed upstairs after tearing the flat apart looking for my stash, already yelling bloody murder at him, and threw open the door. He was sitting on a chair, reading, but I saw him flinch as I came in, the way his tail got all stiff at the end.
"What the HELL do you think you've done!"
-Nothing to merit your shouting at me,- he answered cheekily, without looking up, and I stormed over and tried to snatch the book away so he would pay attention. He dug his claws into the leather cover, shredding it as I slowly yanked the thing out of his grip. With another harder tug I managed to jerk it out of his hands and he finally glared up at me.
"Where is it?"
-Nowhere you'll be able to find it!- he shouted back, so tense I could see the end of his tail curling now, and I thought, was it possible I was scaring him?
Then I looked back at his mean little narrowed black slit eyes and realized that he wasn't. Not at all. He was just angry, in a different way than I had ever seen him angry before.
"Why'd you take it?"
-Why do you care?-
"It was mine, Maxwell; go get it back!"
-You don't need it.-
"Yes, I do! Go get it! NOW!"
-No!-
I growled at him. "Then I'll just go buy more!" I yelled as I started for the door.
-No!-
He moved to block me. I snarled at him and he gave a real snarl back, the nasty in-his-throat tiger-like kind.
"Let me out! You can't just keep me here, you fuckin' freak!"
Maxwell only crouched down in front of the door, his wings fanned out and claws ready, should I try to get past him.
"You're such a bitch!" I screamed. He didn't budge, so I turned to storm off in the other direction.
-Where the hell're you going!-
"Fuck off! I gotta take a piss!"
In reality, I was just mad at him, but I went into the bathroom anyway to try and calm down a bit so I could think about where he would have hidden my stash. I was getting kind of shaky and sick feeling, which was sad, because it had barely been 24 hours since I'd had a fix. So I sat down on the toilet and hoped the craving or withdrawal or whatever it was would pass.
A half hour later, I was still there, only on the floor now and feeling way shittier, like I might pass out. Maxwell figured out eventually I wasn't just in there to piss, and he worked open the lock with a claw to come in and stare at the mess he'd created.
"Get away, you fuckin' bastard!"
I yelled at him, throwing the nearest thing I could grab: a roll of toilet paper. Needless to say, the Demon was unfazed and only slunk inside the door after he ducked and closer to me. I glared at him and threw the Kleenex box as well, but I missed. He crept forward until he was pressed up against my side. I shoved him away and he came back and nuzzled my shoulder. I slapped him and he started purring. I smacked and punched and screamed and yelled and hit, but he only sat there and endured it. Looking back, I feel bad for him, 'cause he was only trying to help my sorry ass. At the time, though, I just wanted to beat him up and make him as miserable as possible for taking my drugs.
Eventually, he left me alone, went off to go tend to his wounds. And the rest of the next day he hid from me. I don't know how he managed to keep out of sight, but I couldn't find him again until dinnertime. After dinner, in fact. I saw him slinking towards the stairs past my bathroom when I was brushing my teeth, and I spat out a whole bunch of toothpaste so that I could go after him.
"Maxwell."
He turned to look at me, warily.
"Don't do it again."
He gave me this really bitchy look and turned to leave again, but I caught his tail gently and he turned to look back again.
"Now come to bed…"