"Alright, follow me." He didn't have to say it twice, that was for sure. The walk to his place was quiet, which she didn't really mind since she was already dazed and out of it. She recognized where he lived almost instantly when they got onto his property. His home was just three streets over from hers. And by streets, she meant dirt roads. Personally, Avery preferred living on dirt roads. Especially in the summer time like this, simply because a paved road would just make matters way worse with the way the sun would be attracted to the grey/black pavement.
As he climbed into the window, she couldn't help but to wonder why he just didn't use the door. As he climbed in Avery stood there, looking around at the other trailers. They were all relatively nicer than the one she lived in. It was definitely the nicer area of the trailer park. Lucky bastard. Her thoughts were soon disrupted by the sound of his voice. "You can come in if you want or if your scared I'm going to murder you be my guest and stay out there." Avery climbed into the window, managing the stunt without too much struggle.
Watching him walk over to his door and lock it, then watched as he emptied all of his pockets. Her head titled a little as she realized he probably didn't pay for any of the stuff he was unloading. Including the bottle of whiskey he brushed on his lips. When the music was on, Avery seemed to relax a little more. As if her withdrawal responded to the sound of the music. When she saw him open the drawer full of drugs, she couldn't help but to swoon over the sight.
"I got your designer drug, your blow, dope, oxycodone, or if you wanna go a little old school and trip I've got a little Lucy in the sky." Avery walked over to stand next to him, looking down at the drugs he had pulled out and lined up. When he glanced up at her, Avery smiled a little while still trying to collect herself. Oh God how she wanted to do all of them. At once. And just lead herself into oblivion. However, she just met this guy, and she wasn't about to start a second problem with her inability to pay.
"If you still think I'm a shit head, I'll let you test a little out." Avery put her hand on what looked like a dresser and leaned onto it to attempt to support herself. It must've been at least 20 hours without now, because she was feeling weak. Trying to play it off, she crossed one leg in front of the other so her body weight was only supported by one leg. After a moment of pause and consideration she pulled the cash out of her back pocket that she had tucked into it while walking over here.
"Look, I'll just take what ever you can give me for this. And thank you." She said holding the money between her index and middle finger and reaching it out towards him. She bit her lip unconsciously at the thought of how close she was to finally get her fix. And damn, she needed it.
When she took the join from him and took a long drag before accidentally dropping it, he knew she was pissed. He expected it. "Oops." She tried him in a seductive manner, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. He didn't respond, rather he let her do her thing. He admitted that the feeling of her touch was rather nice, but he knew that she was definitely not happy.
The punch to his stomach wasn't fully expected, and he bent over a bit cradling his stomach. The nauseous feeling boiled around a bit and he let out a deep grunt. "Fucking bitch." He snarled spitting out onto the ground. He'd definitely been punched harder, but the fact that she got him a little off guard made him feel sick. He placed his hands on his knees, spitting every few seconds as he tried to recollect himself.
"Fuck you, at least my dad didn't commit suicide you piece of shit."A low blow in return for a low blow. He didn't really care his dad was dead. He'd numbed himself to the thought a while ago, replacing his feelings of guilt and depression with the feelings he got when he was high. He laughed softly. "Don't pretend to know anything about my family."
He stood up then, watching her walk away. He was tempted to chase her down, and start hitting the living hell out of her, but it wasn't worth it. "I don't need to pretend. It's written all over the bruises on your lip, your arms. If I was pretending, I would act like I didn't know." He spat at her, shaking his head with a slight roll of his eyes before pulling out his clipped cigarette. At least he'd gotten a few good hits off his joint before bitcherella had her way with it.
Reflecting in his head what had just played out between both girls that had crossed paths with him, he laughed. He didn't particularly enjoy the fact that it invaded the enjoyment of his high. But he did enjoy the fact that he was getting a rush off of it. He laughed a little harder, and louder. The thrill he got just holding the gun up to the first girl, whatever her name was. And the way Buffy tried to seduce him before punching him in the gut. Oh, the way the pain stung his insides he rather enjoyed. He coughed a little through some laughter as he took a drag of his cigarette.
"Have fun with your pretend happy family!" He called after her laughing almost hysterically. He waved with his hand that held the cigarette before turning to start wandering the trailer park again. He was good at wasting time.
{Sorry for any typos, I didn't get a chance to revise it yet! Thought I'd get a post to you before I left! Have fun c;}
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