Heartbreak At Motel 7!

Chapter 13

Content Warnings:
Mentions of substance abuse
Smut
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At the time, it didn't register to me that Vera shouldn't even have been able to stand up right after the amount of drugs that she had been slipped.

When she stood in my house that day, she was an active addict.
She could handle the punch of being roofied.
If anything, it was light work for her to recover from it.

This is exactly why she was able to stand across from me and give me a death stare that could probably make the most intimidating person shit their pants.

"How do you know where I live?" I completely disregarded her question, staring her down.

The same way that I looked in her neighborhood, is the same way she looked in my home. It just didn't make sense.
The white walls and family portraits clashed heavily with the junkie scars on her arms and dark mascara on her eyelashes.

"Why did you leave?" she repeated.

The tension in the air grew thicker.
As each second passed, it became obvious that she wasn't going to crack under pressure.
So, I sighed and answered her first.

(Was she really that stubborn or did I just give in really easily?)

"I had to get home before my parents realised that I was gone."
"I told you that it's dangerous, and that I would help you get a cab home safely." Vera put emphasis on the last word.
"But I'm here, and I'm safe. Aren't I?" I shot back.

Her glare softened by a miniscule amount.

She finally responded, "That's not the point."
"Then what is your point?"

More silence. I realised she wasn't going to answer, so I moved on.

"Can you answer my question now, please?" I spoke.
"Santiago saw you walking home, he followed you to make sure nobody messed with you on the way."
I raised my eyebrow, "And that's normal to you? You know that there's a word for that, right?"

She didn't respond, clearly not interested in furthering that particular portion of the conversation.
I hated that the fate of the conversation was in her hands. It always was.

"It's called stalking." I stated, folding my arms.
Vera scoffed, "Nobody's stalking you."

I looked at her like she was crazy.

"Oh yeah? Then why are you in my house right now?"
She looked at me like I was dense, "Because you...Let me in?"
I rolled my eyes.

"What if my parents had answered the door, and not me?" I asked.
"I didn't just get here. I watched them leave. I knew you were here alone."
"And that doesn't sound like stalking to you?!"
"No."
I let out an exasperated sigh, "You're fucking unbelievable."

With that, I unfolded my arms and started walking upstairs.

"Uh, hello?" I heard her call after me, "Where are you going?"

I didn't answer, instead choosing to go to my parents room to find painkillers to ease the migraine that was finding itself seeping it's way into my skull.
I heard her footsteps behind me as I retrieved the pills.

"You can't just leave in the middle of a-" she spotted the pills in my hand, "Be careful with those."
I looked at the pills then at her, "Why?"
"People become dependent on that specific brand very fast."

I looked at the needle scars on her arm then at her. I didn't think it was my business to ask her if she was speaking from experience.

"I can do whatever I want, thank you very much." I attempted to walk past her, with the intention of going to the kitchen to get a glass of water.
However, my plans reached a standstill as she stopped me from walking.