Addict. (DNF ANGST)

♡George pov♡

I heard a whistle, and a hand slapped my ass. Usually, I would respond well to this kind of attention, but I was no longer used to it. I miss Clay's gentle love.

I checked my phone.

10 minutes. Only 10 and I can leave. I never have to come back.

Hands grabbed my hips, and I was pulled back roughly against someone. Hot breath hit my ear, making me shiver.

"What? Do you think you're too good to flirt back with me now?" He asked.

A regular. Of course.

I tried to pull away from him.

"Get your hands off of me." I demanded.

He held on tighter, and I knew it would leave bruises on my hips.

"Please stop." I said quietly.

He pulled me against him more, giving himself friction.

"Why don't you come to my car? We can do coke, and you can suck me off." He suggested.

I want coke. So bad. So fucking bad.

He began to kiss my neck, and I felt the numb feeling I didn't think I would have to feel again.

I need to get high. I have to. I'm sorry Clay. I have to get high.

"Okay." I mumbled.

He grabbed my wrist and dragged me out to the parking lot.

"We have to make it quick." I told him.

I feel numb and disgusting. Why would Clay want to be with me? He should know I'll never be a good boyfriend. I'm cheating on him just so I can get high.

No. It's his fault. He threw out all your drugs. He deserves it.

No, he doesn't. He didn't know. He's so good to you. Don't do this to him.

I couldn't think straight, and before I knew it, I was leaning over the center console with his dick in my mouth. His hand was tangled in my hair, pushing me down further.

Things are moving too fast. I don't even remember getting in the car.

It was over soon enough, and I was doing white lines.

"You really are a slut." He muttered, zipping his pants up.

I did another line before leaving his car. My heels clacked against the pavement as I walked back towards the entrance. I stumbled and sat on the curb.

I'm a horrible person. I can't believe I did that.

Minutes later, Clay's car pulled into the parking lot, and I stood up. I stumbled to his car and got in. I didn't even look at him. He turned my face and tried to kiss me but I stopped him.

"Not right now." I mumbled.

He nodded and began the drive to my apartment. It was silent the whole way. I stumbled up the stairs and down the hallway.

"Are you drunk?" He asked.

I shook my head and unlocked the apartment door. I went inside and straight to the bathroom. I began brushing my teeth. He leaned in the doorway, watching me.

"What's going on?" He asked.

I finished brushing and rinsed my mouth.

"What's on your nose?" He asked.

He carefully grabbed my face, and I pushed his hand off, turning away from him.

"Nothing." I muttered.