Tragic Magic (Ronnie Radke Love Story) [Book 2-sequel to The Drug In Me]

79. Things Fall Apart

**** ahhhh Im sorry guys..... Please don't kill me!!! ****

I woke up, my muscles aching, my body sore.

Fuck, I feel like I can't move.

I looked around the empty bed, sitting up slowly and rubbing my eyes, stretching and yawning.

The door opening and I looked to see Ronnie leaning against the door, smirking at me. "Sore?" he teased, and I grumbled, sticking my tongue out at him.

I got up and went to the bathroom, getting my fix and taking a shower to wash off the sweat and soreness.

I got dressed and went downstairs, eating pancakes. "Morning" Ronnie murmured to me, kissing the top of my head softly. I blushed and whispered "morning".

I bummed around all morning, and B-Lay came over. I heard Ronnie and him rapping along to Eminem and Dr. Dre and I smiled.

But the voice came back quickly, and I stood up, yelling that I was going for a walk and rushing out the door, stumbling down the sidewalk and holding my head in my hands.

Whore.

Shank.

You think he likes you?

No, he was just waiting until you let him fuck you.

He just wanted to fuck.

And now that you have fucked, he's done with you.

He doesn't care about you now.

He got what he wanted.

N-no! It's not like that.

I shivered a bit, wishing I had taken my leather jacket. Then I'd be warm and I'd have my heroin and supplies.

I walked to a liquor store and stole a bottle of vodka, running away quickly and getting lost among all the looming houses, drinking the bottle hazardously fast.

I made it to Ronnie's house, more than buzzed, and stupidly not thinking about how walking into his house drunk, with a half-empty bottle of vodka was a horrible idea.

But fuck it, I went in anyways.

As soon as I walked in I knew something wasn't right.

B-Lay was gone. And Ronnie was sitting on the stairs petting Charlie, my leather jacket beside him.

Fuck.

He looked up, and scoffed at me. "Of course, you're drunk," he said to himself bitterly, and he ripped the bottle from my hands, dumping it in the sink and throwing the bottle away.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me upstairs, dragging me to the bathroom and stripping me, putting me in the tub and giving me a bath.

------------next day, at 3 pm-------------

I woke up, my head pounding, to a cold bed. I groaned in pain and sat up, cradling my head.

The door opened and Ronnie jerked the curtains open, letting the sun shine in, burning my eyes.

I whimpered and covered my face with my hands.

When I moved my hands, I saw Ronnie holding out a little white pill in his palm, not looking at me.

I took the Advil quickly, swallowing it and then drinking some water from the bedside table.

Ronnie still hadn't looked at me; he looked out the window, at the floor, at the door, anywhere but me.