"Ray, why are we doin' this? We supposed to be in rehab."
Ray snorted up another line. Like he didn't just snort up three earlier. It's like, his addiction is getting worse. And the longer I stay around him, the worse my addiction gets, too.
"Y/N, shut the fuck up. If you ain't gone sniff the shit up, then give the rest back to me."
Even though my mind was practically begging me to give in and pretty much lick the bag, my heart knew it was wrong. And, my heart also knew that I had to help Ray. My heart always told me the right thing to do. But, right now, my mind was winning this battle. I finally just caved in. I poured a little out and lined it up. Ray grinned at me manically. I sniffed up my soon-to-be high. Ray started to laugh, loud and happily. He was proud that I gave in to my weakness. He hugged me tight, then pulled back and kissed me slowly. When he pulled back from our sweet kiss, he fell on his back. Still smiling. Not moving. He started to twitch, still smiling. Then, stopped. It wasn't until Roc came in to check on us that I fell, too.
•°•Florida Kilos by Lana Del Rey•°•
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•The Mindless Imagines•
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