~Chapter 1~
~Chapter 1~
-Lilly-
“Bobby, I don’t think this is a good idea… Please, don’t do this...” I whimpered, holding my hand out to him. “Baby, it’ll be okay.” He whispered, kissing my wrist gently. I let out another whimper and closed my eyes as he leaned away and continued to hold the lighter to the spoon. “My mom did this, one time won’t hurt me. I just wanna see what made her so addicted. Tomorrow I’ll be off to the military. I wanna test before then.” Bobby told me, rubbing the outside of my thigh gently with his socked foot, as both of his hands were busy with the heroin he was melting. “Mmm.” Was my only response. My 19 year old man was leaving me to go to the military, leaving little 16 year old me to live alone in the apartment we were sitting in now. “Baby, you don’t have to do it. I actually really don’t want you to.” He told me, putting down the now melted drugs on the coffee table, careful not to spill out of the spoon. “I-I want to do it though. If you’re doing it, I have to. I’m not letting you do this alone.” I said, looking into his deep brown eyes as he held my face. “I almost don’t want to let you.” He whispered, kissing my nose. “I’m doing it, like I said I’m not letting you do this alone.” I said sternly. “But-.” I cut him off before he could finish his sentence. “But nothing. I am doing this with you.” I said, looking deeply into his eyes, making sure he knew that he had no choice in the matter. “Okay.” He said, grabbing the other side of my face gently and placing a kiss on my lips. “I love you Lilly.” He told me, rubbing both sides of my face with his thumbs. “And I love you, Bobby.” I whispered back, holding onto his forearms. His hands trailed from my face, to my neck, to my waist. “We’re gonna use your belt as a restraint, okay?” He informed me as he snaked my belt from around my hips. I lifted my torso from the couch to make stripping me of my belt easier. “Mhmm.” I murmured in agreement and grasped the couch cushions tightly with my right hand, the one that wasn’t lying in Bobby’s lap, awaiting the sharp, drug filled needle. I closed my eyes tightly, as I was scared of needles. I felt the belt tighten around my arm, and I heard the needle suck up liquid. I let out a cry as the needle was suddenly injected into my skin. I grabbed Bobby’s arm with my other hand and hissed, holding onto him tightly. “Bobby.” I sobbed as he pulled the needle out of my vein a few seconds later. “Baby, baby you’re okay.” He said, catching me as I fell into him. “Bobby.” I repeated, curling into him. He rubbed my back and kissed my forehead. “You’re okay, you’re alright. Shhh, baby, it’s okay.” Bobby murmured into my ear, his voice an endless cycle of comfort. He held me for a few minutes as I felt the drugs kick in. Suddenly my brain became foggy, and my adrenaline was heightened within a few seconds. Everything around me almost instantly became hazy, my vision blurred and it was really hard to focus. I managed to put all my focus onto the shape in front of me, the man that has shown me nothing but love and care. Bobby gently kissed my forehead in a raw, sensual way, then laid me back on the couch. He took the belt from around my arm and put it on his instead, held my hand for a second and looked into my eyes lovingly, then took his hand back and dipped the needle into the remaining liquid on the spoon. He hesitated for half a second, his eyes filled with sudden grief, then shoved the needle into his arm roughly. He left it longer than mine, though he did let go of the device to gently rub my arm where the needle had poked me originally. “I love you Lilly.” He whispered, his voice low and his eyes full of affection. It was so hard to focus on what he was saying, but I got the hint from the way he was looking at me. “And I love you, Bobby.”
