Page 158 of Give Me Love

But the demons inside are louder.

“Why not?” I say before I kick the door shut behind me.

I blink my eyes open, and my stomach turns. I gag and reach for the dresser but fall. Vomit rushes up and I hold my mouth, getting on my feet as quickly as I can, running to the bathroom, bumping into the doorway before I find the toilet and drop to my knees. I heave until my abs burn.

Falling back into the wall behind me, I shut my eyes and shake my head.

I wipe my face and look down at my arm.

She was a rush, a feeling of heaviness and pure comfort.

She wrapped me in a warm blanket while filling my veins with euphoria.

She was heroin.

The one thing I despise the most, and yet I did it. I’ve finally seen what my mom does and fuck that. I’ve never needed a warm blanket, nor have I ever needed comforting. The girl from earlier appears in the doorway.

“I really gotta pee,” she grumbles, her hair a knotted mess and her makeup smeared. Fuck, how can I say she reminded me of K? I rub a hand over my face as she walks closer. “Gonna get up?”

I turn my head, lazily looking up at her. I really don’t want to get up.

She grabs my arm. “Come on, man.”

I smirk as she tries to pull me from my resting spot. Stupid girl. She yanks harder and I reluctantly try to get on my feet, but my bones feel brittle and my muscles are weak. My ankle bends in, causing me to lose my footing. I shift positions with her and we stumble backwards, out of the bathroom before my back hits the floor, almost pushing the breath from my lungs.

Her too strong perfume overwhelms my senses, and her hair canopies us.

“Fuck,” I say with a groan. She laughs out loud as she covers my body with hers.

“Fuck is right,” I hear, and I swear in my foggy brain it sounded like K.

“What did you say?” I ask the girl.

“I didn’t say anything.” She smiles down at me before looking up. “But that girl did.” I move her hair from my face and twist my neck to look.

Shit. It is K.

“Get up,” I say.

“But I kinda like it down here,” she replies, sounding like this was more than what it actually was.

“Get the fuck off,” I say, sitting up, causing her to fall backwards.

“Geez, guy. A girl shows you a good time and this is how you repay her?”

My eyes widen. That’s the worst thing she could have said.

“Come on,” I hear and see it’s my brother. Jace? What the hell is going on here? He reaches for the girl on the floor and helps her to her feet. She gives me a nasty look as she walks back into the bathroom and slams the door shut.

I pinch the bridge of my nose, ready for the headache I’m about to receive.

“Let’s go,” Jace says, reaching for my arm. I let him help me up, faltering on my feet. I look over at my girl. The expression on her face will haunt me. Sad eyes and disappointment.

“This isn’t what it looks like,” I say to her.

“We’re not doing this here,” she says, looking around the room. If heartbreak had a face, it would be K’s. If guilt killed, I’d be dead on the floor.

Chapter Thirty-Five

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