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gutter, now do you baby?"
    My stomach turns when he uses the affectionate term, his hooked nose pressed against my cheek, but I know he's saying it merely to harass me.
    "You're fucking sick," I grimace as I spit the words in his face and he rips his hand from between my legs and snatches my face around to his, holding me by the jaw, his fingers pushing my cheeks against my teeth, bruising the flesh.
    "What the fuck did you say?...I said do you wanna find your little cocksucking boyfriend in the ditch with his throat cut?! Huh!? Tell me, you fucking slut! "
    He grips my face harder, although I don't see how that's possible, and I let out a small whimper as I shake my head slowly, swallowing hard, holding my breath.
    He grabs me at my upper arm, smirking when I gasp a little. He's still holding my face as he pulls it close to his, the bill of his hat pressing into my forehead. His breath is hot on my face, the smell of marijuana filling my nostrils as he whispers tight in his throat, coffee-colored eyes locked with mine, making sure I hear every word.
    "Then you just fucking tell him Tony came by with a few words of warning for his pussy ass. Tell that motherfucker to stay out of my coke deals."
     
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    "So High" by Wiz Khalifa was playing loud in the house when I walked in the door. How fucking appropriate.
    I'm so tired from work, but I smile when our eyes meet across Remy's crowded living room, and he throws his head a little in a come-here gesture. I stroll up to him slowly and he softens his eyes at me, licking his lips a little. "I was wondering if you were gonna show."
    "I, uh...just had some people come in late at work. Had to stay." I don't want to get into the details of Tony' visit with him, not now.
    He smiles down at me and I run my hands inside the front pocket of his hooded pullover to tug him closer to me, rubbing my nose to his cheek affectionately. But my face goes straight when I feel the syringes against my fingers. I count them in my hands–1, 2, 3, 4–and I look up at him, swallowing hard.
    "You're gonna take four spikes tonight?"
    "They're for both of us."
    "You know I don't like to mainline."
    And it was true. I'd only shot up one time ever, and I hated it. It scares me, and I feel like a real junkie when I do it. I guess smoking and taking it in the nose doesn't seem that hardcore to me anymore, but when I need it directly in my veins...I don't know...It's almost a slap in the face of the fact that I'm dependent. I've never wanted to be clean more than I do in that moment.
    "I know, I just didn't wanna fuck with powder tonight," he shrugs.
    "So just 'fuck me' then, huh?" I pull my hands out of his hoodie when I say it.
    "Look, if you wanna be straight tonight, fine. I brought the guns, if you don't wanna shoot em, then whatever. Good luck getting high tonight with all these stingy motherfuckers around, though. You're only gonna get a hit if you suck a dick in this place."
    And I know he's right. "Fine... fine ."
    He smirks at me a little. "Don't worry, I'll hold your hand, little girl."
    "Fuck you."
    He pulls me into the bathroom and closes the door. It's the smallest fucking bathroom I've ever been in. I pull myself up onto the counter next to the sink, hugging one knee to my chest, and I wait, my heart already racing. He pulls the spikes out of his hoodie and sets them on the counter before pulling the fabric over his head in one swift motion, revealing a thin white t-shirt underneath. He picks up one syringe and uncaps it, cutting his eyes over to me with a smirk before lowering his voice a bit, "Wanna get high?" And I laugh a little, rolling my eyes.
    I take the syringe with a trembling hand as he hands it to me, hating myself more and more every second. I feel his strong hands smooth up my arm before closing above my elbow like a tourniquet.
    "Oww, you're hurting me."
    He loosens his grip on my arm when I say it, and I pump my hand