Page 2 of Ice
“Brother, you’re doing so well. Don’t let this be the moment where you make the biggest mistake of your life. It’s been three weeks. Three weeks you’ve managed without this shit. That’s amazing.”
I stared at the water. “What the fuck did you get me that for?”
He shrugged, looking awkward.
“I don’t know. I have no fucking clue what I’m doing. You need something, and no, you’re not gettingthat. So… you want me to get Doc?”
I shook my head, still on the floor where he’d shoved me. I wrapped my arms around my knees.
“Just fuck off, will you. Leave me alone.”
He set the glass on the table, and stared at me for a moment.
“Talk to me. What pushed you to… no, I still need to know where you got it. Have you got a fucking stash here somewhere?”
I glared at him. “Don’t you think if I had a fucking stash that I’d already have dulled this fucking agony inside me? I need it, Torch. I fucking need it. You’re hurting me by stopping me. Just give it back, and fuck off.”
He sighed, moving into the armchair, playing with his phone.
“I’m not leaving you while you’re like this. I was only coming in to try and coax you down to sit in the bar with us.”
“Why?!You don’t… we don’t hang out like that. Why the hell did you come up here tonight? Why now? You didn’t knock. You just… you… how the fuck did you know, Torch?” I shoved upfrom the floor, glancing around my room, and checking every nook and cranny, as suspicion crept in.
“You fuckers are spying on me? Are there cameras in here?” I started rummaging through my shelves, knocking things onto the floor, desperately searching for however the fuck they were spying on me. I grabbed the one and only lamp in the room, a five foot tall thing, and shoved it hard, smashing it against the wall. They couldn’t use that to spy on me. I’d break everything if I had to. To regain my privacy.
“What the fuck is going on in here?” Reacher was now in the doorway.Fucking Reacher.
“Tag, Pres, you’re it.” Torch got up and walked out, closing the door behind him. I didn’t miss the fact that he passed something to our Club President as he left.
Reacher stared at the bag of fucking cocaine, and lifted his eyes to glare at me.
“Where the fuck did this come from?”
I picked up a book from my shelf, and tossed it across the room.
“Where are they, Reacher, huh? You fuckers watching me? You can’t put cameras in my fucking…I should have known… I should have realised when it was all different in here. This is out of order. How dare you?”
Reacher raised his eyebrows, and pointed at the chair in front of him.
“Shut it, and sit the fuck down, boy. That’s a fucking order.”
I glared at him for a moment.
“Fuck you, Reacher.”
He strode over to the kitchen sink, and stopped, holding up the bag of coke.
“Wait… What are you doing?” I followed him, trying to snatch it before he tore the plastic packaging, dropping the white powder into the sink. No!
“FUCK! What are you doing!? Don’t do that!” I pulled frantically at his arm, as he turned on both taps, and the powder slowly washed away, right in front of my eyes.The last shred of my sanity was washed away with it.
“My god, you fucking asshole!” I lunged at him, trying to punch his face.
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It’sneveragoodidea to try and punch your Club President. Especially when he just caught you with drugs. Drugs that you were under orders to never touch again. I sat glumly in the chair he’d pointed to, holding an ice pack against my cheek.
“I hope we’re now clear on what happens when you try to punch your President, kid. I took no pleasure in that, but you were out of control.”
