A/N: Hi everyone! Well here is it! Chapter 15, fresh off my imagination! As usual, I have amazing and wonderful people to thank for their reviews!
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I began to pace the misty room; dragging up clouds of dust with my anxious steps. The dim light above me appeared only as a gentle glow; shrouded by grey, black and brown. I covered my mouth and nose with my sleeve so not breathe any in. I threw my arm around to try and clear some of the fog around me, but it would not move. It only moaned and curved closer to me, wrapping my coat in its tawny vapour. I staggered backwards in my blindness and fell onto one of the many heavy bags littering the tiny room. My arm plunged into the opening and more dust spurted from the cavity, shooting up into my face. Luckily I dodged out the way, and instead the dust swirled up behind my head and settled on one of the piles of boxes.
I wriggled my hand in the bag and, realising how deep it was full of the powder, I cursed and pulled some of the contents out and examined it with my straining eyes.
Coke.
But there was so much of it! Infact it was the league's entire supply. I realised with a jolt what would happen if someone came in, and scrambled up. I frantically surveyed the room and could not see any furniture to block the door with, so I reluctantly decided to use the bag.
After a few minutes of heaving it against the door, I slid heavily down the side, panting through my thick sleeve. I clenched my eyes at the glowing light above and wiped my face with my free hand. The fog was getting thicker, mostly due to the fact that the 'fog' was actually coke mist. I knew this because people had obviously thrown the bags in as quickly as possible, regardless of whether they broke or not.
'…And leaving everything up to me to clean up,' I spat angrily to myself. I soon noticed that there wasn't just coke in the mess. Beyond the mist lay dishevelled packets, stuffed with pills of all sizes, colours and substances. Supporting them were filled, empty and used syringes, some in new packets others fresh from the addict. Their potential contents were bulging from clear plastic bags that lay lazily in a corner. The hustler in me wanted to keep it all to sell, but the rest of me knew that the league had to be destroyed. Even if that meant all of the merchandise had to be destroyed with it.
I chewed my lip and pushed myself off the ground.
First things first.
I had to get rid of this cocaine cloud. I searched for a window in earnest, and soon found an incredibly small one near the ceiling. It wasn't ideal, but it was good enough. I scrambled up the wall and pushed the window open. It was incredibly stiff, so I stood up on one of the boxes to get a better grip. I struggled and pushed and eventually it began to give. As the sweet air circled the room, soothing and unwinding my problems, I saw another thing that would have the same affect.
Spinelli?
I stood on my toes and strained to get a better view. I saw a flash of black hair and smiled, my heart racing, as it always did. I pushed myself up onto a higher box. It wobbled and shook beneath me but I steadied it with my hand. As I returned to look, I saw she was talking to Mickey and kicking a stone angrily with her boot.
'At least its Mickey and not TJ,' I thought, hoisting myself further up. TJ and Vince soon came into view, laughing and hitting each other.
'So childish,' I said angrily, my teeth half clamped together. I was about to complain further when I felt the box underneath me wobble heavily. I tried to steady it but it was too late. My outreached hand was only greeted by empty air that I was beginning to fall through. I grabbed whatever was near which happened to be the box and soon a week's worth of merchandise was following me in my descend to the hard concrete floor. I folded my arms over my shouting head and clenched my eyes shut, getting ready for the hard impact and pain.
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