Braelynn POV
"Good fucking God, It's amazing to finally see you again. You'd think being we lived in the same town, we'd get to see each other." Matt gave me the biggest brightest smile I think he could muster up. I didn't say anything really. I just wrapped my arms around his torso and squeezed tight. I let my happiness sink into him, that way, instead of plastering a big fake smile on my face. Don't get me wrong; I'm more then thrilled to see him. Times have just been tough for me. And being I haven't seen him in about 3 months, I didn't really know how to act.
We finally released each other and he got a good look at me for the first time since I had arrived. He gave me that once over, then shook his head a bit and smiled.
"You haven't changed one bit. Still beautiful as ever." I blushed, knowing full well that's what he was aiming for.
"Why thank you Prince Charming. Now help me unload my stuff." I giggled and grabbed two suitcases and a large travel bag. Matt grabbed the other two suitcases and closed the trunk.
"So, how has everyone been?" I asked setting down the suitcases in the large room, next to the ones he had set down. I made sure to put the travel bag behind the other ones; I don't need anyone getting into that.
"Well, Jeff is Jeff. Keeps getting in trouble at work. I'm tellin' ya girl, he needs to straighten up before he gets fired. He's on his last warning right now. And Beth. Beth, Beth, Beth. She's gonna be the death of him one day." He shook his head and walked to the fridge.
"Ah, so Jeff is still the same, huh?" I gave a small chuckle and leaned my body against the island. I didn't like Beth at all, so I didn't bother asking why.
"Would ya like anything? Water, coke..?" He looked at me, raising his eyebrows in question.
"Uh, a coke sounds good." A gave him a small smile, showing some of my pearly whites.
He set the can down in front of me and stared at me, now leaning on the counter as well.
"What?" I gave him a weird look. I opened the can and took a long gulp.
"I need answers. I gave you a break in the car by not saying anything, but I really need answers, Brae."
I rolled my eyes, knowing what he was getting at, but knowing that he was right. He did need answers. I nodded slowly.
"I really had no oth-" Whoever knocked on the door definitely was a mind reader. I gave a little sigh of relief; happy I didn't have to finish my sentence. Well, story to be exact.
"We're not done babe. Be ready to finish this conversation later. Go get settled then come down and say hey to Shannon. He's been excited to see you since he found out you were coming." He patted me on the back and walked to the door.
I grabbed the two suitcases I had brought in before, careful to remember the pink travel bag. I quickly made my way upstairs, suddenly getting the urge for a cigarette.
I already knew what room I would be staying in. I've stayed in it many times before. I opened the large wood framed door and stepped in. The sky blue room still looked the same from last time, and the pink bedspread still lay untouched. This was home. My bones ached to feel this way, and now getting the chance was surreal.
After setting my belongings down by the dresser, I flopped down on the bed, travel bag in hand. I carefully unzipped it, not wanting to damage the contents it was filled with. I've paid far too much money to have my pipes and needles broken.
I pulled out the, all too familiar, red, orange, blue, and green pipe. I had to be quick with this one though; I could hear Matt's footsteps, along with Shannon. They were up and about, meaning they would probably stop in here and pay me a little visit.
I pulled the plastic baggie out of the front compartment of the travel bag, and walked over to the window. I opened it, then in one swift motion, leapt out on to the roof. Matt had a good sense of smell, so I didn't want to risk him smelling the smoke.
I pinched a small amount of the illegal substance in my fingers, and placed it gently in the bowl of the pipe, pulled my red lighter out, and lit up. The smoke slowly filled my lungs. Before exhaling, I kept it there for about a minute, admiring the way my body felt. I did that for another 10 minutes, when I finally finished my bowl, and realized it'd me a good idea to go say hey to Shannon. I stepped into the room, put all of my 'friends' away, made sure I didn't smell like smoke, and made my way downstairs.
Shannon and Matt must have been in one deep conversation, because they didn't even notice me enter the kitchen.
"Shannon, are you not gonna say hey to me you jerk?" I laughed. Shannon turned and nearly had a heart attack.
"Holy shit, Brae you look amazing." He gave me that wacky grin he always gave me when we were younger. Before I knew it, I was lifted into the air and spun around I big muscular arms.
"Man, I've missed you so much!" I exclaimed, hugging him tightly around his neck. I really hope he didn't notice my blood shot eyes, because my stupid ass forgot to put Visine in.
"How have you been kiddo?" I smiled and sat down on the counter.
"I've been alright. I mean, I could be better, but I'm not complaining." I shrugged and bit into an apple that was on the counter. Ok, so in reality, I've been shitty.
"How have you been Shan?"
"I've been fantastic actually. The shop is really comin' along, ya know?"
"Hell yeah. Sounds great. I was actually thinkin' 'bout getting' some new ink, and a new piercing soon." So, I wasn't really thinking about either of them, but I'm trying to be nice.
"You have a tattoo?" Matt asked from his place at the kitchen table.
"Yeah, how do you know?"
"Not a clue. But since you said 'new ink' I put two and two together." He gave me a knee-melting wink, as I flipped him off for his very rude sarcasm. Well, not very rude, but I am dramatic, so lets just got with very rude.
"Love ya too Brae."
"Ah, stop acting like 5 year olds. Naw, but seriously, stop by the shop one day and we'll go over exactly what you want. I actually need to get going, so I'll see ya Matthew. And Brae," he looked at me straight in the eyes, and whispered the last part, "stay out of trouble."
Fuck! He knew. I just nodded, wishing he'd just leave already. Time was going by so slow. It seemed like an eternity before he left. And quite frankly, now that I think about it, I'd rather him be here. If he does leave, I have to talk to Matt. That's never fun if it's a serious conversation. He knows how to make a person feel bad.
"So B, come here." I heard Matt call out from the living room. I walked slowly in there, knowing what was coming next.
If I was going to talk to him, might as well get comfortable. This was going to be a long night. I could feel it already.
I made myself comfortable on the couch, across from the lounge chair Matt was in.
"Spill. Everything. NOW." He looked at me with curious eyes. He knew I was hiding a lot. If I was going to tell anyone, might as well be Matt. He's the only one I have right now.
"Well, I don't know where to start." I trailed off.
"Well let's start with this question: Why did you need to come here all of a sudden? Not that I mind, honestly. I just need to know." His eyes were filled with passion. I knew he cared. And, another thing I knew was that after I tell him everything, I'm going to have to get rid of my stash. Unless I lied to him and told him I quit? No, I don't think I could lie to him. Could I? But I don't need to worry about that right now, I'm not going to tell him everything just yet.
"Well, to make a very long story short, me and my boyfriend got in an argument. And getting into an argument with him is never good. He's abusive. And it's because of all the drugs he uses." I just stared at him blankly. He stared with the matching blank stare I had on my face. But that blank stare soon turned into a crazy glare.
"Braelynn. How bad does he abuse you? I swear to God, I'm gonna kick his ass. Why didn't you go to the cops?" He was now standing in front of me, hands on his head.
"Because, Matt I really don't wanna get into all of it tonight. Give me some time. I mean fuck! It's a hard subject. I swear I'll tell you the whole story, just not right fucking now!" I yelled into his face. Normally, I don't act like that with Matt, but when I start coming down from a high, I don't have control of my emotions.
Matt just stared at me, then glanced behind me at the clock.
"It's late. Go to sleep. Jeff is comin' by tomorrow." He looked at me one last time, then turned his back and walked upstairs.
That definitely wasn't like him. He'd usually yell back. Anyhow, I need to get high.
I made my way back to my room, repeating the same process I had earlier. Except this time, after I was done smoking weed, I took out a needle. I was all too fond of this. I knew it was time for me to quit, but tonight I think I need it. I pulled out a strap from my bag and tied it around my arm. My veins popped out at once. I slowly injected the poison into my veins. That was the last thing I remember before the familiar blackness engulfed me.