Stolen Love

18-Angel Dust

*leahs pov*

I text Jen for the thousandth time, and she still doesn't answer. I sigh and set my phone down, annoyed. I swear to god, if she's sitting in her apartment smoking a quick blunt with Monty, then I'm going to be pissed off. We we're supposed to go out to eat an hour ago-.

And even if she was sitting with Monty, she would probably text me back. She was supposed to be just changing into a different pair of clothes. That doesn't take a whole hour.

I wait around for five more minutes, until my phone starts to buzz. I quickly grab it, hoping it's Jen, and luckily it is.

"Jennifer where the hell are you?! I've been waiting for almost an hour!" I say once I answer the call. "It's Monty." Monty says through the phone and I furrow my brows.

"Where's Jennifer?" I ask. "Um..I need some help...." He says and I get even more confused.

"Do you think you could come over?" He asks, hopeful. "I mean- yeah. Is everything okay?" I ask, starting to get a little worried. "Just come over, quickly." He says and hangs up.

I take away my phone from my ear and stand up. I grab my keys off the counter and quickly head out to my car.

On the way to Jennifer's house, I get a little nervous. Why didn't Jen answer her phone? And why does Monty need me there. I just keep thinking something bad happened, but I don't know what.

All the worst possibilities fill my head, and I get even more nervous.

I pull into the parking lot of the building, and head up to their apartment. I knock on the door frantically until I hear footsteps approach.

Monty opens the door and I walk in. "Where is she?" I ask once I turn to him as he shuts the door. "Over there." He nods his head over to the living room and I turn around.

I walk over until I see Jennifer lying down on the couch, completely knocked out. "I don't understand. Is she asleep?" I ask, not really worried since it seems like she's just sleeping.

"No. She passed out." He says and I furrow my brows. "Well- why?" I ask a little more concerned, thinking she may be dehydrated, or she hit her head.

"She's on something...Well- she took something." He corrects himself and my eyes widen. "What the fuck does that mean?" I ask sternly out of worry.

Monty looks just as worried as me. I walk over to the couch, and squat down beside her. "Baby?" I say and shake her a little. She doesn't move at all, so I start to panic.

"Jennifer." I say less gentle, and shake her harder. It takes her a second, but she does open her eyes, barely. And when she does, she just has this blank stare. It's like her eyes are focused on one thing, but she's staring at nothing. Almost like she's looking right through me.

The normally white part of her eyes are tinted red, and her face is pale. Her eyelids start to flicker, up and down, blinking fast, almost like a tic, and all I can do is panic.

"What happened? What should we do??" I turn to Monty. "I don't know." He says, worried. "Should we take her to the hospital?" I ask. "No! She'll get in trouble for taking illegal drugs, we can't risk that. This whole house will be searched." He shakes his head 'no'.

"But what if she overdoses???" I ask. "I don't think she will. She only took one pill, and it's the first time she's ever done it." He assures me.

"What did she even take?" I ask. "Phenylcyclohexyl piperidine." He says and my emotions mix with confusion, worry and nervousness. "What. The fuck. Is that." I ask since I have no idea what the hell that is, and it sounds fucking scary.