Chapter Four
I walked over towards Roger and sat down on the couch.
"Roger I," I began trying to find the right words. "It's just its been almost a year since Angel died, and I miss her, and I'm so sorry, but I needed something to make the pain go away."
"I know," He replied, his green eyes locked intently on mine.
"You do?"
"I want to help you get straight because I know you want to. I know you can.
"I'm not so sure of that myself."
"Where's the smack you got today?" He asked me. He knew I hadn't done anything with it. He knew me so well.
Reluctantly, I stood up, reached into the back pocket of my jeans, and pulled out a tiny bag of white powder. I held onto it tightly, biting my lip as I reached over to put it in his hand. When he took it from me I sat down, pulled my knees close to me bringing myself into a hug, and continued to chew on my lip gingerly. Roger brought me close to him and kissed me on the forehead. He knew what I was going through. He knew how this felt.
A/N: Yes I know very short. Sorry it took me so long to update. I actually finished the story a long time ago, but I've been too lazy to type it. Hehe. Anyway, I'll update soon. Please review I swear I'm going somewhere with all this.