She had been using for a few months now. After the girl lost her mom, her soon to be step dad disappeared, and her dad ran off, she fell into the haze of addiction. No pain. No worries. No nothing.
The brunette was now leaning over a railing of a patio. The house behind her was thumping with dance music and a storm of hollering and laughing.
The numb girl had been spending her time back in her home town of Alabasta for the past few months to deal with her grief and that apparently meant a mixture of parties, drugs, and hook-ups.
She rolled a couple of pills in her hand. Before she could throw them back a pale hand with painted nails stops her.
She turns up and faces the muscular man with a mess of fire red hair with disinterest. Anyone stopping her from getting her high was a not with her time.
"Here." The red head drops a few more pills into her hand. "You must be new to the scene; this well make you feel like you are the embodiment of ecstasy."
He wasn't half bad. "Only if you take them with me." The small girl throws a flirtatious smile toward the punk rock man.
"A girl after my own heart." The man chuckles. They clink hands and throw back the pills together. The pale boy was right, the girl felt like she could do anything; pure pleasure ran through her veins. They sat on the patio for the rest of the night flirting and bullshitting.
The red head finally leans in and places a hot kiss on the girl's lips. A rush of endorphins pushes through the girl's vein when she pushes the man up against the wall roughly deepening the kiss with a hungry desperation.
When they break apart to regain their breathe, the brunette looks up under heavy lids to the attractive man, "What's your name?"
Lips trail down her neck causing her to moan in pleasure, "The name is Kid."
She reaches down to his waste and grinds the arising boner through his pants, "Well Kid do you want to take me home?"
"Fuck yes." He growls primarily into her ear.
The junkie finally found herself a reliable drug dealer.
*Lillian POV*
There was a black limo idling out front of my apartment.
He really loves to stand out.
The driver steps out and opens the door for me. I give him a polite nod and a thank you.
Doflamingo was sprawled out in the middle seat forcing me to have to sit pressed up against his pink feathered arm.
"Lillian you look stunning." He gushes. I could feel his eyes rack up and down my body.
I give him snarky retort, "Thank you sir. It's a little more revealing then I am used too but I guess that what happens when a man chooses a lady's outfit."
"Aren't you spicy this evening." He let his tan fingers trail slowly down my coat all the to the tips of my fingers, "This coat looks irresistible on you. Makes me want to pull up your dress and fuck you right here in the limo."
Oh god. Don't react.
I should have stayed home with Law. We could have made a homemade dinner and watched medical shows to poke fun of how inaccurate there were.
"Well aren't you a vile man with a bird fetish sir." I keep my eyes fixed out the window, afraid that if I made the jab to his face, he would make a pass on me.
Doflamingo's large fingers pinch my chin and jerk my head his direction anyway, "You know I could do whatever I wanted to you." A twisted grin sets on his face.
"I know." I reply simply to keep my voice even.
He leans forward, so close the tips of our noses brush, trapping me in the corner of the limo, "Are you scared?"
I meet his eyes, which is honestly is a lot less terrifying when I couldn't actually see them, "Oh course I am. I would be stupid not to be."
The large man leans back cackling, "You always have been a smart girl."
A large feathery arm drapes around me. I hated to admit it, but a small part of me was thankful. I was freezing from wearing practically nothing in November.
I didn't know how he was staying warm wearing an unbuttoned white shirt and dark pink with white striped capris.
Subconsciously my body scoots towards the heat source.
He raises a slender brow at me, "Cold my dear?"
My body answers by shivering, "Yeah. With the mix of cold and the withdrawal, I always seem to be a popsicle."
He pushes a button that rolls down the divider window, "Can you turn up the heat? The lady is cold."
"Of course young lord." He driver replies as the divider rolls up again.
"Thank you. I didn't realize you were capable of being considerate." I failed at covering my surprised tone.
"There are a lot of sides to me sweetheart. Is it so hard to think that a part of me is kind and caring?" When he responded, his voice seems so genuine; I didn't know what to make of it.
"So kind you will show me what is under you glasses?" I mock haughtily reaching up tapping the side of his frames.
"You will have to at least give me something in return." Doflamingo chides merrily removing my hand with a little too much force.
"Fair that was our agreement. Is there anything I could give you to let me see your eyes?" I cross a slender leg over the other causing my already short dress to ride up.
"Pledge your undying loyalty to me." A playful smirk pulls up on his tanned face.
I just roll my eyes at him and cast my gaze back out the window.
Ah right the small things.
The limo stops in front of an alley way between two fancy looking buildings.
I assumed we were where going to the one that had sleek onyx walls with a large bustling crowd surrounding it.
Doflamingo's side door is opened. He pats my knee, "Stay put doll, I'll get the door for you."
Him being nice feels so real.
He fetched the door for me and offers me a hand.
I graciously take it to keep up appearances.
As soon as I step out, I felt all eyes turn to us. People gossiped in hushed tones, some ogled at us with jealously, and some pretended not to notice just casting discrete side glances.
I run a hand through my long bangs grinning from ear to ear and loop my arm around Doflamingo's thick bicep.
Is this what it is like to be famous? I kinda dig it.
The building read 'Colosseum' in blue neon lights.
"Name is a little obvious." I comment as Doflamingo guides me forward down the alley.
"The location changes every week. Just happens to be at one of my clubs tonight." His warm hand encases my freezing one on his bicep.
"Why is everyone staring?" I question noticing that people were taking pictures now.
"I haven't brought a woman here in a very long time. If you are lucky, you might be on the front of a paper." The large man beamed; I could tell he was soaking in all the attention.
You would like that wouldn't you. No one would tell me jack if that happened.
As we walked toward the crowed alley, my whole body begins to feel a familiar high.
I felt like I was on top of the world. People wanted to be me. People wanted to know. Pain was nothing more than a faded memory.
It brought back hazy, euphoria filled memories from the past.
You just sat on a couch soaked in your own sweat and vomit for a week starting to getting over your addiction.
The high was not worth it logic states.
The manic part of my brain was raging rapid however.
Remember how good it feels to feel nothing but the pleasurable buzz that consumed your brain. How easy life is when you don't care and just gave in to bliss. How nice it was to get laid every week.
Marijuana fumes fill my nose and I let out a shaky breath.
"Dearie are you feeling okay? You seem a bit distraught. Is there anything I can get you?" Doflamingo taunts me well knowing what my problem was.
Fuck would it really be that bad if I just took a hit of something?
Yes.
No.
"I hate you." I snap at him feeling a little wobbly from the cocktail of drug fumes, "Let's just get inside."
When we get to the side entrance, there were two men standing in front of the door.
I didn't know the thin man with long legs and a slight hunch back, but the other I recognized as Trebol.
"Diamante! Trebol! How are the two of you doing tonight?" Doflamingo calls out.
"We have a good line up tonight, but I don't know why I have to protect the door." The man apparently named Diamante answers.
"Because there is no on that I trust more to do so" Doflamingo compliments the man even taller than him.
Diamante seems to eat that up; his blue eyes check me out, "Lillian I presume."
"Diamante I presume." I mock mostly focusing on not giving into my addictive personality.
Diamante sticks a stand of his long brown hair behind his ear, "Rude little slut aren't you."
Well you are not wrong.
"She looks like she is about to faint." Trebol comments not particularly concerns.
I give Trebol a half-ass glare trying to even my breath, "Is this what the head of personal does?"
Doflamingo chuckles, "What kind of shit are you feeding her Trebol?"
"Just tweaking her a bit." He barks out a laugh.
"You two have a wonderful night. Feel free to stop into the Family's room if you please." The blonde gives a little wave with his fingertips.
We entered in an upper level of the complex. The main pit sat a couple of stories bellow.
There was a hexagon fighting ring in the middle with stands lining every side of it. There were a couple of booths that lined the wall. From what I could they were either for betting or alcohol. Nothing special. Quick and dirty.
All of the seats we filled with a very rowdy crowd.
The level we were standing on was an amazing contrast to the bottom floor. Everything was lush and lavish. Everyone was dressed for an expensive night out. There were huge plush dark velvet chairs lined the wall, glass cocktail tables, and a very sophisticated marble top bar.
If it was even possible the inside of the building the drug problem was worse.
People we snorting lines off each other's body, there were booths hooked up with hookahs, and pills were being popped with drinks left and right.
Welcome to the 1%.
"I am in a living hell." I said in complete horror.
Doflamingo just laughs and guides me to a private room guarded by security, velvet rope and all.
He opens the door for me and I rush in side glad that we were alone. I rip of my jacket and toss it onto one of the red couches that line the perimeter of the room.
I fan myself with my hand, hyperventilating.
Most people don't understand that keeping addiction in check was like keeping a house of cards standing with six fans blowing air on it, in a moving RV, with a tornado advancing in this distance.
It was nearly fucking impossible.
Strong hands start to massage my shoulders causing me to stop cold. He brought me back into his toned chest. His warmth enveloping my bare back, I become very hyper aware of the skin to skin contact. "Relax sweetness. Is there anything I can get you?" Doflamingo's voice was silky sweet like chocolate.
I gave in for a moment convincing myself this was a better pleasure to give into than drugs. The walls were draped with heavy black currents; no one could see me being weak for just a moment. His strong hands knew exactly how to work my tight muscles; the knots melted away like hot butter. I had to keep my body in check not to let out a delighted moan.
"If I asked you to get me a water would I actually get one or would I get drugged." I ask hesitantly after calming down and gaining my composure.
"I have a full pharmacy, bar, and then some and you want water? Stronger than I thought you were." He says in an amused tone before he leaves. Goosebumps crawled up my exposed skin.
Get through the questions. Get home intact and sober.
I reach into the pocket on my coat. I had three missed calls from Ace and handful of messages.
Ace: We need to talk to Whitebeard ASAP! Shit is starting to go down.
Ace: Where r u? r u really at the Grand Line?
Ace: r u safe with Doflamingo?
Ace: plz let me know ur okay!
I smile at my phone.
Me: tomorrow? Grand Line. Yes and I am fine for now. I'll let u know if anything is up. Should b home by midnight.
Doflamingo returns with what I hoped was water in one hand and a bottle of amber liquor and two glasses in the other.
God, he has massive hands.
He places them onto the glass cocktail table with a gentle clink, "Shall we begin?"
"Yes." I hesitantly sip the water 98% sure it was just water, "What do Trebol and Diamante actually do?"
He pours two glasses pondering what would be a good trade, "Okay. Tell me what my brother has told you."
Fair trade. Rosi hasn't told me anything that would be incriminating to him.
I keep up the end of the bargain, finishing by saying, "Your brother is very loyal to you. I even asked him what was behind you glasses he pretty much told me to fuck off."
Doflamingo seemed pleased by the answer taking a sip of his drink, "Trebol is in charge of everything that happens at the port and runs one of the SMILE factories. Diamante runs this branch of the Grand Line, human trafficking, and takes cares of the people who don't come through on deals."
Aka hit man. Alrighty then.
"What happened to your parents?" I dig a bit deeper, scared to hear the answer.
"Drink and I'll tell you." Doflamingo extends me a drink eagerly.
At least it's not drugs right?
I stare the drink down shake my head and whip it back. A grimace distorts my face, "Oh god that goes right down like paint thinner." I cough a few times trying to get the burning feeling out of my throat.
"My parents died in a fire." He states simply with a smug as grin plastered to his face.
Asshole.
"You know that's not what I meant. Tell me the whole story," I fold my arms over my chest and squint my eyes at him annoyed.
His tanned hand extends me another glass, "Drink and start calling me Doffy." His cheshire cat smile consumes his face.
I whip back another glass nonchalantly feeling the rush go straight to my head.
Shit I missed that feeling.
"Okay Doffy. Dazzle me with your story." I wink an eye shut and cough a few more times.
Get through the questions. Get home intact and slightly buzzed.
He takes a very long drink straight from the bottle to ease his nerves. Some of the liquid spilling out of the corner of his mouth down his cheek, "Okay, but no running."
I swallow hard and nod.
"After the trauma that happened in the square, my parents were going to sell the company and move to some small stubborn town and be normal folk. They said it would be best for us children to live a normal life." Doflamingo reaches under his glasses and rubs his eyes.
I fail to catch a glimpse of what lay underneath.
"I got upset at them so I went into the office burned all the documents were going to complete the sale of the company and the house." Doflamingo thoughts seemed far off.
"The fire got out of hand. I went to save my little brother from his room, but by the time I got back, the fire was consuming the stairs. I called 911 but it was too late." He went to take another drink but I reached out and stopped him.
The soberer he the more likely I am to stay safe.
"It was an accident and at least you still have your brother. I know that sounds morbid but at least you can remember them together." I do my best to comfort him even though I was doubtful it was the full truth.
I'll have to ask Rosi later.
*Doflamingo POV*
"What are the large scars on your back?" I trace the crescent shaped burn mark; changing the subject abruptly trying to divert from my white lie about my parents.
If she knew I did it on purpose she would run for the hills.
"Okay since that is a pretty light question, I'll ask a humorous one. Do you where you glasses during sex?" A giggle escapes her pale throat, the warm buzz of liquor finally consuming her and lower her inhibitions.
I low chuckle escapes my throat, "Sometimes but there are other ways to fix that problem."
Blindfolds and defiantly rather fuck someone from behind.
"Kinky. The one on the left." I touch to confirm and she continues, "It is a burn scar. My dad swung at me with a hot frying pan like a deranged old lady and the one on the right," I slowly trail my hand across her back watching a shiver travel down her spine.
This scar was five jagged lines that formed an almost perfect circle. She runs her hand through her hair frustrated, "was a broken beer bottle. I didn't hear what happened but my mom asked the wrong question and I jumped into the line of fire."
Lillian's back was a patchwork of scars. I couldn't help but lick my lips and fantasize about how much pain she could take.
"Laaaaadieeeeessss and gentleman!" The announcer begins snapping me back to reality.
"Up. We have to make an appearance. "I demand lending a helping hand and wrap her coat around her.
Time to make people avoid you like the plague.
"And as always let's give a cheer for our sponsor, the man putting money in the winner's pocket, The Puppet Master himself, Doflamingo!" The crowd roars when we step out.
I smile large, waving to the crowd, the power coursing through my veins.
Lily couldn't help but smile at the attention, even though I was 99% sure it was the alcohol.
"First match is Mad Monk Urouge vs. Captain Kid!" The crowd goes wild again.
"Holy shit." Lily exclaims leaning forward.
"What is it dearie?" I drape my arm around her following her sight line to Kid.
"I know the red head!" She lets out a curt laugh reaching for her liquor glass taking another gulp not even noticing that she gave into addiction.
All additive personalities are the same. She is almost right where I wanted her.
"Who is he love?" I purred in her ear.
She turns toward with me not caring about personal space anymore, I could smell the bourbon on her breathe. She smirks, "Tell me about your career as The Puppet Master."
"I found my way here when I was 17 and stopped when my family business took off again. I never lost a single match. People called me The Puppet Master because I could manipulate people into thinking that they were getting the upper hand, only for them to figure out I pulled their stings to have them right where I wanted them." I feel my chest puff up with pride in my fighting days.
Lily takes in the story mildly impressed and points to the red head in the ring, "He was my drug dealer slash booty call back at home."
This was too perfect.
"How many people have you had sex with?" I raise both eyebrows slightly amused she was bit of a slut.
She unconsciously takes another drink, "Fuck I don't even know. Less than 30? Maybe?" She frowns knowing how bad that sounds.
Her emerald eyes light up with a moment of sobriety, "Who is CC? The name is on my medical records when my organs were harvested."
That I could have fun with that too.
I plant a kiss on her flushed cheek to get her riled up, "I will answer that as soon as I get back."
She crossed her legs tighter and touches her cheek. Eyebrows knitted, fighting with conflicting emotions.
I look outside of my private box for someone that could help. My eyes landed on the perfect man for the job, "Bellamy!" I wave him over. He runs over too eagerly, "I need you to bring me Eustass Kid."
"Right away sir!" He scampers off like an obedient puppy.
I don't have to wait to longer. A person of my prestige never did. "This better be good." The angry red head growls, glaring at me with amber eyes, not looking happy his even had been disrupted
I toss him a wad of cash, "I need information about Hayashi Lillian. It is under my understanding that you know her rather well."
His attitude toward me shifts quickly as he counts the bills, "Oh yeah, she was one of my best customers back when I was in Alabasta. One hell of a lay." He smiles viciously, blatantly thinking about his time with her. "What do you want to know?"
"Drug of preference." I keep my tone professional, wanting to get back to her.
"Wow looks like that little whore is sleeping her way to the top." He gives an amused chuckle and the list a few drugs. Kid rest his hand on my shoulder and leans in, "She likes it rough man. Like real kinky shit because of her daddy issues."
He gives me a mock salute with two fingers and walks off to get ready for his next fight.
I lean over to the bar and whisper the order to the barkeep and he hands me a cocktail of pills.
When I return to the room Lily is back in from the balcony fiddling on her phone.
I set the pills on the table and she can't rip her eyes off them. She bites her lip hard and clenches the bottom of her dress so hard her knuckles turn white.
"So here is the deal." I sit so close I was practically on top of her. I press my lips against her ear, "If you want to know who CC is, I want you to give in to your addiction or give into pleasure." I purr my hands caressing her inner thigh.
"So what are you suggesting take drugs or what? Have sex with you?" Her voice catches in her throat not taking the eyes off the pills.
"Just a kiss. That simple." I coax running my fingers through her hair.
I was a bit disappointed she wasn't as innocent as I thought she was but I was intrigued by what Kid said.
The intoxicated girl climbs into my lap straddling me. When she kneeled, she towered a couple inches over me.
Her slender fingers knitted in my hair she leans down but she hesitates before my lips.
"It's okay to give into bliss. It's just one kiss. Let yourself go be consumed by lust." I persuade her running my finger up her spine causing her to let out a shaky breath.
"Just this once." I whisper the words against her lips.
She tightens the grip on my hair and pulls on it hard forcing my lips up toward hers.
She pressed her lips desperately against mine.
Shit I wasn't expecting that. She was just be begging to be to be pinned down.
It sent me into a frenzy.
My nails dig into her thin waist as I pull her down into my lap regaining my dominance. I knot my fingers into her hair and pull hard causing her neck to arch back revealing faded bruises.
"Look like someone beat me too it. I didn't know you were such a little tramp." I taunt running a hand under her dress along the outside of her thigh to the point I could feel the lacey edges of her panties.
"Shut it." She growls biting my lower lip hard, her hands tracing my muscles down my torso. She teased me by drawing circles on my hips with her thumbs just barely dipping them below my waist line.
She could have stopped at any time but she using the kiss as a coping mechanism for her addiction and I defiantly was going to take advantage of it.
I move my hands to her waste, slowly drawing my thumbs along the bare skin under the side of her dress grazing the side of her breasts causing her to gasp in surprise.
The moment she gasps I force my tongue deep into her mouth causing another surprise moan.
Her nails dig into the back of my neck as she rolls her tongue into my mouth trailing it slowly along the roof of my mouth.
Pleasure pulsed through my veins as she did so. I couldn't help myself and moan against her lips.
She abruptly pushes back; her hand resting on my bare chest keeping the distance between us.
Lily wipes the edge of her lips with her fingers trying to clean off the smeared lip stick around her mouth, "Who is CC?"
Her chest heaved up and down as she tried to catch her breather. The black dress she wore hiked high up on her thighs. She looked at me with heavy lidded eyes.
She never looked so sexy.
"You don't have to stop if you are enjoying it" I try to pull her back but she keeps her arm barred.
"Speak." She orders boldly.
I should bend her over and punish her for that.
"Caesar Clown." I tell her debating if I should try to think of another way to reel her back in or just overpower her and treat myself.
There was a commotion from outside and the door flung open.
I look at the man with a great distaste, the vein my forehead bulged, "Law dearest. You are going to have to stop barging in on us or I am going to have to take my sexual frustration out on you."
*Law POV*
It wasn't even 11 when I got the message.
Lillian: hrlp. He os wirse thrn I thought.
Fuck I knew it.
As I rushed to this week's location of the Grand Line imaging of every horrible thing Doflamingo could be doing to her.
When I get inside it takes me a minute to orient myself with the fumes and screaming.
"Well well well look what the cat dragged in from Flevance." A voice jeers.
Not the fucking time.
"Kid you know I would love to beat the living shit out of you but I am looking for Doflamingo," I try to push past him.
"Whoa whoa whoa." He stops me with a pale hand on my chest and a devilish grin on his face, "I know where he is. He is with and old friend of my in his private box."
I stop dead in my tracks with a sinking feeling, "who?" I ask even though I already knew.
"Ahh do you know Lillian also?" Kid slings an arm around me acting like an old friend.
I hurl his arm off me and seize him roughly by his fur coat bring his face close I could see his amber eyes. "How do you know her Kid?"
The red head lets out a cackle, "This is so sweet. I used to deal to Lillian back in Alabasta. Her and I used to be fuck buddies."
I shove him back against a wall and seethed, "What did Doflamingo want from you?"
His large pale hands jerk my hands off his coat, "A drug cocktail for your little girlfriend." Kids answered smugly.
"I will kick your ass when I have time." I snap before I start to run off.
"Did you find that sweet spot above the mole on her right hip? If you bite her there, she'll want to fuck you all night!" Kid calls out one last jab.
Of all the fucking people Lily could screw.
I fling open the door and am met with promiscuous scene.
Lily was straddling Doflamingo, a hand resting on his bare chest, wiping stray lipstick from her face.
Doflamingo's lips were tainted red and his glasses where off centered on his face. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and sneers, "Law dearest. You are going to have to stop barging in on us or I am going to have to take my sexual frustration out on you."
Lily takes this moment to retreat. She stumbles backward fixing her dress. She manages to get to me and holds on to the front my yellow sweatshirt for dear life. "Caesar Clown." She whispers barely audible.
I rub her back holding her close apparently thinking the gesture would protect her from the giant man, "Thank you." I whisper back.
Doflamingo righted himself and put the horrendous red feathered coat around her shoulders, "I am done with her for the night anyway. Don't want to break her yet, I am fun playing with her. She's a little firecracker." He loomed over us trying to get some reaction out of me.
"Come on. I'll get a taxi and get you home." I put the hand on the small of her back and guide her forward cautiously not giving him the pleasure of a scene.
Lily's wobbles down the hallway like Bambi in her heels.
"Did he get you to drink?" I ask trying to hold back my scolding tone.
Her head bobbles meekly.
She needed help. Her addictive personality is making her act irrationally and flips her manic to depressive in seconds.
"Easy now." I guide the wobbling girl into the taxi.
The small girl leans her head on me and closes her eyes; she dozed off in seconds.
I pull out my phone and dial.
"Never thought you would call me Law. Is Lily alright?" Ace's voice panicked when he realized what the call was about.
"In a matter of speaking yes. I just picked her up but she was sucking face with Doflamingo when I found her." I inform Ace in a flat tone.
There was a large crash on the other side of the phone, "SHE WAS WHAT?" There was some cursing on the other end, "What do you want me to do Law?"
"She needs help. Think about it Ace. Everything she has done since we met her was to give her some sort of rush. She continued to be friends wish me when I treated her awful, she got a job with Doflamingo to spite me, agreed to take Doflamingo on when she barely knew what was going on, how manic she got at her performance, her so call not noticing getting drunk even though she has been high before, kissing you, making out with me, getting drunk again tonight and worst running toward the man who almost raped her." I pinch the bridge of my nose hard not believing how stupid I was to miss this.
"People who are in their right mind don't make that many rash decisions in a month." I pause to see if Ace has any input.
"It's our faults isn't it?" His voice was filled with realization. "We should have seen it. Maybe we could have done something."
"You can do something now. You must have dealt with addicts before and she needs to see someone and I honestly don't know how to help her anymore." I admit defeat.
The line was quiet for a long pause, "That is big of you to admit that. I'll talk to Macro, he usually runs the sobriety meetings. He will have a bunch of information." His voice sounded strained, "You know she won't get help unless she admits she has a problem. She probably doesn't even know what she is doing."
"I know. One step at a time." I answer watching the small girl sleep peacefully, "And Ace. Thank you."
I don't think he honestly knew how to reply, "Yeah man. Anytime."
When we reach her apartment, I try to get her up but she was out cold.
"What am I going to do with you?" I muse to the girl as I lift her into my arms effortlessly.
Once we get to the apartment, I lie her down on her bed. I dig around and find her AC DC concert t-shirt that she used as Pjs.
I prop her up on her pillow and pull her slender arms out of the thin straps of her dress and slip on her night shirt over her dress.
I pull her dress down under her shirt to keep everything concealed, "You know I thought undressing you for the first time would be a lot more fun than this." I comment to the unconsciously girl.
I cover her thighs with a blanket and reach under and pull off the rest of her dress my finger brushing thin straps of a g-string.
I find some athletic shorts and shimmy them on a bit proud of myself that I was able to dress her without exposing her.
There was a small slit of skin exposed above the waste of her shorts. The familiar mole on her hip peaked out.
When I saw it the first time when she stayed over, I felt special. I felt like I was lucky enough for her to expose herself to me.
Apparently me and 50 other guys shared that honor.
Do I really know who you are?
I didn't know what part of her was real and what part of her was just the addiction speaking.
Our whole relationship was built off of stupid rash decisions she made.
Was that all I was to her? A rash decision she made because being around me would put her in situations that could give her a pleasurable rush.
I slip on a pair of sweatpants and crawl into bed next to her and roll her on her side. Last thing I needed her to do was asphyxiate on her own vomit.
I studied her soft face as she slept. I could no longer see her as the poor girl that was beaten by her farther or the girl just wanted to help her friends.
She was the girl that threw her life away for a high. A girl that fucked her drug dealer and countless other men when she was high off her ass. A girl that threw herself onto the lips of a man that molested her just to get information.
You played us all for fools, including yourself.
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