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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run
Chapter 43 Cranked
Wendy continued rocking back and forth as she watched time creep by. This was ridiculous. She didn't have to prove anything to anyone. If she wanted to use crank, it was her choice. It didn't mean she was an addict.
An hour had gone by. That proved she could choose when she took crank. She was in control of it. It wasn't in control of her.
Fuck those assholes at rehab and all their stupid finding your authentic selves bull shit. Mind control morons with all their twelve step bull shit. Nothing more than con artists.
Wendy smiled as the needle punctured her skin. That burning sensation was unusual. She didn't like that. The baby didn't like it either. No somersaults this time. Only hard kicking. Something was wrong.
It would be OK in a minute. She took a couple of calming breaths. She felt like she was on fire. For a few seconds, she thought about calling for help, but she decided to ride it out. The high was around the corner. Just a few seconds longer and the high would kick in. At least the damned baby had finally quit kicking her.
Wendy felt herself slide off the chair into darkness.
