The trouble with drugs is that no matter how much pain and misery they put you through, they become a part of you. And you will always want to go crawling back.
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We are in bed, sweaty, feverish. We're both panting, our breaths mingling. My bottom lip between his teeth, his hot tongue on my neck, my nails digging into his skin. He pushes himself further into me and Aaron's name falls from my swollen lips. Aaron's hand is wrapped around my neck dominantly. I moan again, feeling my orgasm intensify as he fúcks me harder.
Aaron squeezes more.
I pinch his skin.
He doesn't stop.
Suddenly, it's dark, and I'm pinned against a cold, concrete wall. Aaron's blue eyes stare icily into mine. He tightens his grip around my neck, no longer making love to me, but slowly killing me. I struggle to breathe, thrashing my body, clawing at his skin. I try to scream, call for help, but nothing comes out.
Aaron leans forward, eyes menacing. He reminds me of Satan.
He whispers, "But you still love me."
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"ELLE?"
I try to roll over and wince from pain.
Everything hurts. Everything hurts.
I groan and whimper, forcing my swollen eyes open.
The room is dark, white slivers of sunlight peeking through the blinds. The bed sheets are messy, spots of dried blood scatter across the fabric. My head is pounding and my mouth tastes disgusting. Like I haven't brushed my teeth in days, mixed with the horrible, metallic flavor of blood. Aaron is sat in front of me, shaking me awake gently. His expression is sad, pitiful. I must look as good as I feel.
"Sorry," he apologizes. "Matt told me not to let you sleep too much and he's basically the doctor 'round here... It's three in the afternoon, by the way."
Three?
I sit up slowly. As soon as I try to speak, long rope-y strings of blood suddenly start dripping from my mouth and onto the sheets. I gag, panicking.
"It's okay, you're okay," Aaron says quickly, grabbing a small towel from the nightstand. He presses it against my lips to soak up the mess. "That happens to me after fights sometimes. You'll be okay."
"Everything hurts, Aaron." I mumble against the cloth.
"Aleve? I think Matt has some ibuprofen,"
"I need something stronger," I whine, my eyes tearing up. My head is pounding and my body feels worse than ever.
