The Worst Drug

•Merry Christmas•

{•Unedited•}
~Idris's POV~

I wake up to the feeling of Vina tracing the lines of my tattoo over my collarbones and chest. I don't move, trying to give the impression I'm still sleeping so she doesn't stop. She's touching me as if glass, her touch delicate and slow. Her fingers come to a stop when at the center of my chest.
Finally opening my eyes, I glance down at her. Her eyes take in the horrible tattoo at the center of my chest; prison tattoos might be nice while you're in there but once you get out regret hits you hard. Resting my hand on her back, her skin is warm and soft. Her eyes lift to mine.
"Merry Christmas," she says. I can't help but laugh at the saying. Being told that in prison is mostly a joke. This is the first year of probably my entire life I've woken up on Christmas and felt a little "jolly". My childhood was complete shit, there were holidays but I wouldn't have included myself even if the foster families I was with tried including me.
"Merry Christmas," I say back, moving us into our sides. Her arms wrap around me, tugging me closer. For someone who struggles with physical contact, she sure does want a lot of it; I'm definitely nit complaining about it. The closer I can get her the better. Pressing my lips against her forehead, her body relaxes against mine. My hands sneak under my t-shirt that I gave her to wear, running up and down her back. She shifts, confusing me if she likes it or not but I get the answer when her eyes close for a few seconds.
"This is the best Christmas morning I've had; it's quiet," she says with a genuine smile. Her comment means more to me than it should. If I'm making her happy I'm doing something right.
"Many more Christmas mornings like this to come...hopefully," I say. I don't plan on her letting her get away from me. I'm in this for the long run which she seems to be too. Maybe for the next five or six years it'll just be us but then hopefully my dick will want to magically start working. She brushes my hair out of my eyes, trying to keep it in place but eventually finding it's no use. I've mentioned cutting it but she said it would make me look nicer; I wasn't sure if I should take that as a compliment or an insult so I let it stay.
     Leaning forward, I kiss her chin to get her attention. Her hand drops from my hair but her eyes stay on it. Cupping her face in my hands, I bring her lips to mine. I keep my eyes open for a few seconds to make sure she takes her attention off that little piece of hair. Her lips move slowly with mine, pressing her hand against my chest.
     "What time do you have to be home?" I ask against her lips. She shrugs, not breaking the kiss. I would figure her mom wants her back early. Her legs tangle with mine under the covers. Her free hand run up my arm, pressing her chest firmly against mine. Turning her onto her back, I get between her legs. Sitting up on my knees, I take a minute to look at her.
     I run my hands up the outside of her thighs, leaning down. The scent of her hair is intoxicating as my swollen lips meet her neck. Quiet moans leave her parted mouth, her legs trying to press together but only meeting my sides.
     "I want you so bad," I whisper against her shoulder. I grip her hips, moving her against me. Her fingers run through my hair, tugging at it gently. I can feel how wet she is from the outside of her panties. At this point my boxers are a few sizes too small and painful. Leaning back up I take her lips with mine.
      Her legs wrap around my waist, grinding against my bulge. She pushes at my chest, slowly sitting up. Letting her take the lead I lay down and pull her in top of me. My hand wraps around her throat when she kisses me again, remembering that she said she liked it last time. Her hips so the same as they were before, slowly grinding against me. I lift my hips to add more friction.
      My phone goes off under my pillow. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to ignore it. Vina sits up, licking her lips. Sighing I reach under my pillow to grab my phone. Seeing that it's my "dads" contact I deny the call, not wanting my morning to be ruined so quickly. Just as in about to set it back down my "mom" calls.
    "Hello," I say when I answer, brushing my hair back. The loud noises in the background let know that people have already showed up to their house. I look at the alarm on the nightstand to check the time. Why the hell are people already there at ten?!
     She goes on about how I need to get there soon and to dress nicely to make a good first impression. It makes me feel shitty that she's stressing it so much when I'm not planning on staying long. If I was a completely fucked up person I wouldn't go at all but I know it means something to her.
     "Yeah, I'll be there in thirty," I tell her. Someone yells in the background just as she says goodbye. If it weren't for the fact that Vina is still sitting on me I would be pissed. I place my hands on her thighs, sitting up with a groan. Her arms wrap around my neck, giving me a quick peck on the lips. "I have to get ready."
    "Are there going to be a lot of people there?" She asks, her nerves starting to show. I didn't bother asking because it was in my plans to bring Vina in the first place. My "parents" have told me how big their family is so I can only imagine a full house. She gets up, pulling my shirt down to covert herself more.
    "I'll get dressed in here, you can use the bathroom," she says.
    "I would rather watch," I tease. Not taking it as a joke she lifts my shirt from her body. My eyes grow wide. I've touched the majority of her body but have never seen it exposed all at once. The important areas are covered by her bra and underwear but that doesn't make her look any less sexy. I don't tear my eyes away as she bends down to get her overalls and dress.
      My eyes are still glued to her by the time she's finished. "Are you okay?" She asks with a shy smile. Oh now you wanna be shy? I get up and walk to the dresser. Through the mirror above my dresser I can see Vina's eyes looking wherever they please on me. Smirking, I turn back to face her.
     "Keep looking at me like that and we won't be leaving," I tell her.
    "That doesn't sound too bad." Chuckling, I close the drawer and turn to my closet. Vina walks up behind me and grabs the black button down that wore to court once. "Where that with those," she tells me, tugging in the black jeans hanging. It's not as nice as I'm sure the other people will be dressed but it's as cleaned up as you can get me.
    "Thank you," I tell her while taking down my jeans. She goes back to the bed with her shoes in hand while I go inside the bathroom. After getting dressed and brushing my teeth I do my hair to the best of abilities; I have to at least trim this. Looking at myself in the mirror it feels more like I'm going to court than a Christmas celebration.
      I open the medicine cabinet and take out one of my pills. I didn't take them last night in fear of the way I might act again with Vina but I'm pretty sure it's a better idea to be calmed down around people I don't know. I fill the plastic cup I keep in the cane it with water and down the pill. I pour out the rest of water and look at the bottle.
     Some of the pills inside aren't closed all the way, the contents inside at the bottom. I pour the pills into the counter, examining the way each other them look. I didn't pay attention to the design when I got them but I'm almost positive they were all completely closed and more of a long oval whereas this is more circular.
     I pick up one of the stimulants and open the small capsule, letting the contents spill from inside. My hands shake as white powder that doesn't look far off from baby powder spills onto the counter. My heart beats dangerously fast in my chest. With the look of this and how I was acting after I took it, I'm able to put two and two together quickly. I jump at the sound of knocking on the door.
"I'm almost done!" I call out to Vina, trying to keep my voice as normal as possible. What the fuck am I supposed to do?! Feeling my eyes start to water from both fear and anxiety I rub my eyes. I quickly dust the coke off the counter and into my hand. It's tempting for a second to get rid of it another way but I spill it into the toilet and flush it. Fucking Ozais.
      My eyes bounce around the bathroom. If I go there like this people will know something is up with me. Vina will notice my sudden strange behavior and she's the last person I need knowing. I was doing good, so fucking good and now that could be all fucked up. It doesn't come to a surprise to me anymore that I haven't been able to stop thinking about the pills or why they made me act how they did.
     I put all the pills back in the middle and shove the into my back pocket. Giving myself a quiet once over I make sure I'm still looking normal when I go come out. Vina is still sitting on the edge of the bed wearing what she was in yesterday. Her hair is thrown up messily at the top of her head, a few stray hairs falling in front of her face.
     "We can go, Sin texted me a few minutes ago saying I need to make a quick run. So, that should leave you enough time to get ready," I tell her. She nods, getting up and straightening out her outfit. Her boots give her an extra inch if height that I didn't realize yesterday. I don't like lying to her since I know she never does the same but it's better this way.
    •••••

        My knees bounce up and down as I wait to see Ozais's car driving near. I've been turning this bottle in my hand for the last five minutes. After dropping Vina off I drove a good ways down the block and parted to tell Ozais to come. I have no doubt in my mind that he switched out my pills when he "used" the bathroom. I don't know what his motives would be for that other than not liking that I'm clean but I know for damn sure my medication wasn't actually cocaine in the beginning.
    A car pulls up behind me and honks. I look at the review to see who it is. Ozais gets out of the car just as I open my door. His smile leaves his face when he sees the bottle in my hand. All color floods of his skin, leaving him a grayish white. I'm surprised he even had the balls to do this knowing that I could easily kill him or take him in a fight.
"What the fuck did you do?" I ask. Since I hit in the car to leave my apartment I've been able to feel the cokes affect. I never liked coke since it never had the same affect on me as I seen it have on others. It makes me feel sick while for others it makes them feel better about themselves. I get the overly confident and loud parts of it, but the nausea is stronger than both.
"Took you long enough," he says with a laugh, taking the bottle from my hands. I repeatedly shift in place, not able to keep myself still. He shakes his head at me, clicking his tongue. "I thought you were smarter than this."
"No, I'm not and you fucking knew that," I spit at him. I'm sure the people in the house in front of us can hear us but I don't care. I get looks already, what's one more? "I just got out of prison, I've been doing good. I'm getting my life together, man! Why the fuck would you do this?!" I'm mad, but mostly hurt. Yeah, we've done fucked up shit to each other but never like this. He was like a brother. We've always had each other's backs, we've been through hell and back together, for him to do this feels worse than any other betrayal I've faced.
"We got fucked up together, I'm not being fucked up alone." Now that's some insane jealousy problems. My jaw clenches in anger as I look around, scratching my left arm. "I have something to calm you down a bit if you have somewhere to go..." I chew on my bottom lip, practically bouncing up and down on my heels. Anyone who knows me will definitely be able to tell I'm on something, especially Vina's family.
He walks backwards to open the back door and grabs something from under the drivers seat. I pace back and forth in a short line before he straightens back up, looking around. Inside a clear ziplock back are two needles filled with heroin. It feels like someone has stabbed me in the stomach just to look at it.
"Take it, it'll calm you down long enough to last through the coke down and tonight. Call me if you need more," he says, pressing it to my chest. I place my hand over his, breathing heavily. It's a stupid decision but I don't see much of another choice. I can't hide a coke high but I can hide a heroine high very well.
      "Promise me you'll keep your mouth shut," I tell him. He childishly "locks" his lips while placing it in my hand. Unlocking his door, he puts one foot in before stopping.
    "I promise, Man. Call me tonight," he tells me. My jaw clenches as I look down at the contents in my hand.
    "I won't need to," I tell him. He smiles boyishly.
    "We both know you will. Merry Christmas, Idris."

AN: I have to separate this into two chapters so part 2 will be up either tomorrow or late tonight. I really hope you guys enjoyed!

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