A/N: Thanks to Sherry & Tiffany x
Chapter 29
"Hey James, look who I found wandering around outside," Vicky shouted, as I followed her in the house. I had no idea why I had agreed to come in. I knew this was a bad idea, a fucking terrible idea, but I couldn't find it in myself to care.
The house was a mess. There was graffiti on the walls and garbage all over the floor. James was sitting on a couch in what I suppose was the living room. The room was filled with several people, all in different states of euphoria. Some of them I recognized, others I didn't. James grinned when he saw me. "I didn't think we would be seeing you again."
I shrugged, unsure what he wanted me to say. I didn't think I would have seen him again either, not after Edward had warned him to stay away from me. I shifted uncomfortably at the thought of his name and then I realized why I had so willingly followed Vicky inside. I wanted to forget. I wanted to forget about Edward. I wanted to forget about Jacob. I wanted to forget about my parents. I wanted to forget about everything and I knew James was the man that could make that happen.
"Where's the boyfriend?" James asked, eyeing me.
"I don't have one."
"Good to know," he said, patting the space beside him. I sat down and he put his arm around my shoulders. "You look pretty without the emo makeup." I nodded. "So what can I do for you?"
"I want pills."
"You got cash?"
I opened my clutch and flashed him some money. James smiled, standing up. He took me into the kitchen, which was like a supermarket for drug addicts. "What's your poison?" he asked, rubbing his hands together.
I knew exactly what I wanted, Valium. I had taken it a lot after my parents and Jacob had died. It helped zone me out and make me forget that everything else existed. "You got any Valium?" I asked, looking around. "I'll take that scotch too."
James was more than happy to exchange the goods for money; he even told me to hang around. Though I suspected that was more to do with the extra cash that I still had in my purse than the fact that he wanted my company. I knew he would more than likely help himself to it once I was out of it, but I couldn't find it in myself to care.
I took the pills and the scotch and headed back to the couch. I could hear my cell ringing again, but I didn't bother to look to see who was calling. I downed the pills and took a long swig of the scotch, waiting for the effects to hit me.