Page 33 of Baked

I walked out of the bathroom and into my room, closing the door when Kush brushed past. He skipped into my room and jumped on the bed as if this whole apartment was his. Entitled much? “Hey little pothead.” I scratched behind his ears. “Where’s your momma at?” Kush purred, rolling around on the bed.

Focus, Haze.

I stood in the middle of my room and the sensation of being watched crept up my back. I turned around and approached my cracked door, swinging it open to see Indi standing in the hall,blushing. “Can I help you?” I asked with a smile and raised my brow.

Indi blinked. “I—I was just—” I tilted my head at her embarrassment. “I was just wondering if you had any more of those edibles. You know, the fruit ones?”

“I don’t think you want one of those.”

She made a face. “Why not?”

I crossed my arms and leaned against the doorframe. Her eyes moved along my wet, bare skin, and I noticed. “Why do you need it?”

“I can’t sleep.”

Doubtful. More like this was the best excuse she could come up with after catching her sneaking a peek. “Really? After all that weed you just smoked, you can’t sleep?” She stared at me. Indi had no idea my special edibles were laced, just like the cocktail she smoked the other night, but I wasn’t going to tell her. It was too fun to mess with her. “Alright.” I walked back into my room, grabbed the bag of edibles, and returned to the doorway. Indi tried to reach for the bag, but I snatched it back. “Uh-uh. You getone.”

“Seriously?”

I handed her the small orange cube. “Trust me, that’s all you need.”

Indi hesitated before popping the fruit square into her mouth. I simply watched, gripping the knotted front of my towel. Her eyes fell to my hand before shooting back to my eyes. “So, got any plans tonight?” she asked.

Such a curious little thing.Despite our little argument, she just couldn’t stay away. I have plans, but you don’t need to know them.

I merely smiled and walked up to her, kissing the top of her head. “Goodnight, Indi.” I walked back into my room and shut my door. “Sweet dreams.”

Carter had finally pulledup to his house, completely unaware that I was hiding inside waiting for him. I’d had enough of him, and tonight, I was going to fix everything. I was going to make sure he never fucked with Indi again. And I was going to have a fucking blast doing it.

I secured the mask on my face and slipped my hands into a pair of leather gloves, anxiously waiting to pounce. Hidden in his closet like before, I listened as Carter entered his bedroom. His nose was bandaged, swollen, and bruised from my fist. It looked painful, and I felt so proud.

You got lucky.

He was consumed by something on his phone, smiling like a fucking idiot, giving me the perfect opportunity to surprise him. Adrenaline flowed through my veins as I mentally readied myself.

Time to make him pay for everything he’s done to you, Indi.

My boot kicked the closet door open. Carter jumped. His eyes widened as he saw me charging him. “What the—” I swung my fist and punched him in the face. He fell back, groaning as he hit the floor. His nose began to bleed all over him. “Ah, fuck! My fucking nose! Help! Hel—” His head bounced off the floor as I roughly grabbed his ankles and dragged him to the other side of the bedroom. “No! Please!” He grabbed the foot of the bed, stopping me. “Help!” I struggled to keep my hold on him as kicked his leg free and slammed it into my chest, knocking me back. I nearly fell over. Carter quickly fumbled to his feet and stood up across from me. He was panicking, searching hispockets for something, when he noticed his phone on the floor between us. He eyed me closely, and I tilted my head, ready to strike.

Let’s fucking go.

Carter shot forward, but I was quicker. I snatched his phone and looked at him, raising the large knife I had concealed in my jacket. He raised his hands and backed away, frightened. “Please,” he begged. I looked down to see what fascinated him so much and froze at what I saw. On his phone was an opened message thread between him and fucking Mary-Jane. And in that thread were nude photos of them both.

I fucking knew it.

“Look, if it’s money you want—take it. You want that phone? Fine. Keep it. Better yet?” He trembled, taking off that ridiculous gold chain he always wore and chucked it at my feet. “That? That’s real gold, man. It’s worth a ton of money. You can have it. Shit, you can have anything you want! Just—just please let me go.”

I dropped the phone, pressing my boot against it as it shattered and broke.

Carter groaned. “Aw man! Why—why did you do that? You want cash? I got cash!”

“I don’t want your money,” I snarled.

Carter froze. “W-what do you want?”

I raised the knife high in his direction, the blade reflecting the bedroom lights as I rotated it and stepped forward. The color of his face completely drained while I waved it back and forth. “You’ve been a bad boy, Carter,” I sang as I tilted my head and inched closer to him.

“Hey man.” He began to shake. “Y-you don’t have to do this.”

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