Gateway Drug | Volume I

Gateway Drug | Part Eighty-Eight

Warning(s):
explicit language
mentions of drug abuse
explicit sexual situations

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"It's not a death sentence, Viv." Sharise assures me in the back of the limo. 

"I've really been a lunatic, Sharise, and it's not just because people have overexaggerated about how I've been acting--it's because I've actually been fucking crazy." I state as she sips her champagne. "I have a diagnosis and new medication to prove it." 

"Is it ever gonna go away?" She asks me next, furrowing her brows a little. 

"Nope, but it sure as shit can get worse." I tell her. "There's two strains of it and I have the second one which is just shorter spells of mania--a.k.a being a fucking looney tune--and leaning more depressive--a.k.a staying in bed for three months straight and not wanting my husband to touch me despite just getting married." 

"You're not crazy." She argues, lightly kicking at my leg with her heel. "You just have an imbalance in your brain. It's annoying, yeah, but you're not crazy." 

"I just don't want Nikki to leave me over this. Nothing screams stable marriage like bipolar disorder and heroin addiction." 

"Shut up, you're okay, Nikki's okay, you guys will be okay." She assures me. 

I think back to what his therapist wants us to do Wednesday...I can't tell him I'm pregnant. I haven't even told Duff and he should be the first one I tell. 

I feel like as soon as I tell Nikki, it really will be over. 

I get nauseous, my mouth watering. 

"I need air." I pull the sunroof back and stand up, try to calm down, my eyes closing and my head leaning back as we stop at a red-light. 

I hear the obnoxious rumble of a motorcycle coming to a stop in the lane beside us, and groan. 

"Whew!" I hear a familiar voice call. "Your old man let you outta the house?!" Robbin yells over his the noise of his bike and I look over. 

"He's in rehab!" I reply. 

"No shit!" He chuckles. "Whatcha doin'?!"

"Getting some air!"

"There's plenty of air over here!" He informs me. "Come get on!" He gives a grin. 

"I'm good!" 

"Oh, c'mon, Viv, I've only had a couple shots!"

"Couple shots of what, is the question!" I reply. 

"I'm not high!" He states. "Come on!"

I look at him, considering it. 

"You look too damn good to be riding around in a blacked out car where nobody can see you!" He adds and I roll my eyes. "Come get on the damn bike, Viv, a couple blocks won't kill you!" 

I rub my lips together, seeing that the light is gonna turn in a minute. 

"You're gonna get me in trouble!" I say, going to pull my heels off. 

"Not much more than what you're already in!" He says back. 

I sigh out and start to climb out of the sunroof and he puts his fingers in his mouth and whistles loudly before he ignores the cars behind him and kicks the stand of the bike down, coming and grabbing my waist to help me down the car. 

"You look like sex on ten-foot legs!" He adds and I shake my head, pushing at him playfully as we get on his motorcycle. 

"Where the hell are you going?!" Sharise pokes her head out of the roof.