One Time [Montgomery De La Cruz x OC]

Flashbacks (Monty)

A/N: This chapter goes back to shortly after Marci was attacked. It's starts a few months after Monty finds out about Marci and David, starts using drugs again, and gets suspended from the MLB. I just wanted to give a little insight about how he felt during that time. You'll see that Marci was wrong about some of his feelings towards her the whole time. Remember that everyone remembers things differently. It'll be a short chapter. I'll eventually do a chapter in Marci's POV during this same time span.

I threw my head back on to the dirty couch with a sigh once the drug entered my system. My eyes started to close and my buddy had to shake me to remind me to take the needle out. I grumbled a "hmm" before he pointed at the needle still stuck in my arm. "Shit." I mumbled before skillfully pulling the needle out and then tossing the syringe to the side. "You get a good hit?" He asked and I nodded before throwing my head back again and closing my heavy lidded eyes. I stayed that way for a few minutes until his voice knocked me back into consciousness. "You gonna get some more money for us from your wife today..." "I don't have a fucking wife anymore." I spat, interrupting him. He stayed silent for a minute but I could feel him staring at me. "What?" I snapped, finally opening my eyes and looking at him. He chuckled for a minute and shook his head before answering. "That was our last hit and we don't have anymore money. So if you don't wanna talk to her, give me your phone and..." "Stay the fuck away from her." I interrupted him again in a growl. I may hate Marci right now but I don't want any of the grimey ass people that I hang around with having any contact with her. "Okay, well... unless you wanna have withdrawals later, I suggest you call her." He said firmly before grabbing a blunt and lighting it up. I sighed and nodded before standing up, almost falling over in the process, and then walking outside. I had to grab on to furniture and walls the whole time to keep from falling over the whole time. I stumbled outside and lit up a cigarette before grabbing my phone. I looked for the contact "Cheating Whore" before pressing the call button. I put it on speaker and only halfway paid attention as it rang until her voice came through the speaker. It caught me off guard and I was silent for a minute as I heard her beautiful voice say "hello" twice. "Monty?" She said again before I finally snapped out of it and answered. "Hey, I need a favor..." "How much this time?" She interrupted me in a sigh. "How do you know that's why I'm calling?" I said with a tone. "Because I don't think you're calling just to check in on me so how about you just be honest and we get this whole process going." She responded and I couldn't help but to chuckle at her words. At least she knew I wanted nothing to do with her. "Just give me a couple hundred like last time." I said. She was silent for a minute and I could hear a male in the background saying something to her but I couldn't make it out. "Who's that?" I questioned. I sounded jealous and I didn't want to sound that way. She needs to feel like I don't give a fuck about her anymore. "It's just Jeff." "Oh yeah, what does he want?" I responded immediately in a snappy tone. I don't even know why I can't find it in myself to talk to her at least halfway decently whenever I call her but I can't. She fucking ruined me. She pushed me over the edge. She had an affair with someone who used to be my friend. Fuck her. Fuck all of them that have cut me off but stayed loyal to her. "He was just asking what you wanted. How about you lose the tone before I hang up the phone and tell you to figure it out for yourself." She snapped but I couldn't help but to laugh. We both knew that her hard front was just that, a front. She was going to give me the money and she knew that she was going to. She was quiet before she finally sighed. "What do you need it for?" "What the fuck do you think I need it for, Marci?" I responded immediately, using that tone again. "And if you don't get it..." "Then I'll have withdrawals. Is that what you wanna hear?" I spat. She was quiet again before she sighed. I imagined her nodding her head on the other end of the phone, just like she always does when she's giving in about something that she really doesn't wanna give in about. I fucking hate that I know her so damn well. I hate even fucking more how much she fucking knows me. Stupid bitch. I immediately silently cursed myself for even thinking that. She's not a stupid bitch. Not at all actually. She was hurt and she did something stupid. No, I won't make excuses for her shitty actions. She could've been hurt without cheating on me. I didn't fuck any other girls until I found out about her and David. Whenever she told me, she didn't even seem that sorry. So in response, I just didn't even give her one and went and fucked a couple of girls in retaliation. Then whenever I found out that she was having a full blown affair with David, I started fucking any girl I could get my hands on and started using drugs again. Unfortunately, that got me suspended from MLB but who really gives a shit about that anyways. I damn sure don't. "I'll give you $250. You can come and get it from your parents house in a couple of hours, we're having a family night." Her words knocked me out of my thoughts but immediately pissed me off and honestly, it really hurt me too. "Oh, so another family night that I'm not fucking invited to?" I spat. Before Marci could respond, Jeff was on the line. "How about you lose the fucking attitude and just say thank you before I hang up the phone and don't let Marci give you the money." He spat into the phone. At the same time, my friend Chris walked outside. Since I had the phone on speaker, he heard everything. I got very prideful so I said the first thing I could think of. "Oh, so just because you fucked her once years ago you think you get to dictate whether or not my wife gives me money or not?" I raised my voice. Chris raised his eyebrows at me because lately, I've refused to admit that Marci is still technically my wife. "Not for long, the divorce papers should be to your little fuck buddies house soon." He raised his voice back at me. His words caught me off guard and hurt my heart a lot more than I'd like to admit. How did she even know where Carla lives? Obviously she's been spying on me. Part of me was mad but the other part was... pleasantly surprised? "Just because I get them doesn't mean I have to sign them." I smirked, even though they couldn't see me. "Why wouldn't you fucking sign them? You get enjoyment out of torturing her?" He spat. I sadistically chuckled before responding. "Maybe I see it as payback." I chuckled. I heard Jeff growl on the other end but Marci stopped him before he could say anything else. "Listen, M.. I mean, Montgomery... you can come to your parents house in a couple of hours and get the money. If you wanna stay and hang out, you can.." "Marci!" I heard Jeff whisper scold her. Originally, I was just gonna get the money and turn down hanging out but because he doesn't want me there, I'm going. "I'll be there." I said with another smirk that they couldn't see. We said our goodbyes and then I hung up the phone, lighting up another cigarette as soon as my phone was back in my pocket. "Thought you didn't have a wife." Chris chuckled with a smirk. "Shut the fuck up." I mumbled with a roll of my eyes while inhaling my cigarette. "Well, I've got good news. Before you came out here, I looked around in Carla's room and found a little 'ron for us." He smirked while waving the small bag of heroin in my face. "Fuck yeah." I breathed out before grabbing the baggy and examining it. "If we can get enough later, we can replace it before she even notices that it was missing." He said and I nodded in agreement. We finished our cigarettes and then headed inside. He immediately set up to shoot up and I sat down with him. "Save some for me for me to do before I leave." I said and he nodded. "You walking there or what?" He questioned and I shrugged my shoulders before I got an idea. "I'll get Marci to pick me up." I said and he laughed, causing me to crinkle my eyebrows together in confusion. "You really think she's gonna pick you up whenever she's already giving you money?" He laughed. "You wanna bet?" I said with a smirk before sending Marci a text with the address. Just a few minutes later, she responded with a "k". I waved my phone in his face with a smirk and he laughed while rolling his eyes. "Looks like you've still got her wrapped around your finger, man." He joked. Suddenly, I felt angry. I don't want anyone to think that Marci's at my beck and call. "That's not true." I mumbled before hastily lighting up a cigarette. "Sorry, dude. I didn't think you cared what's said about her." He apologized and I nodded my head. "It's cool. It's just hard for me to not still get defensive of her whenever we were together for 7 years and best friends for 10 years." I explained and now he nodded. It was silent for a few minutes until I spoke up again. "She's just still always in my fucking head." I said angrily while shaking my head. "It'll probably be that way for awhile, man." He said sympathetically while patting me on the shoulder. "I sure fucking hope not." I mumbled before going silent. I stayed that way until Carla walked in the door. I knew what I needed to feel better. Carla's hot as hell, so it's easy to get turned on by her. Even if I have to pretend she's Marci sometimes. I smirked at her and she immediately caught my drift, motioning me back towards her room. I followed her back there and quickly shut the door behind me. It wasn't long before our clothes were discarded and we were all over each other. She kissed over Marci's lips on my neck and it felt weird. I immediately flipped her over and was plowing into her within just a couple of minutes. I grunted while she loudly, and almost obnoxiously, moaned. That's how it is with her every time though. She started very literally screaming my name and I rolled my eyes once she couldn't see me. Some guys get turned on by that but to me, it just sounds fake. She finished with a scream and then a few minutes later, I quickly pulled out and finished before throwing the condom out. Even though I use condoms with these girls, I'm not taking any chances of getting them pregnant. I've got enough kids' as it is and if I knocked some whore up, I know it would literally crush Marci. As mad as I am at her, I could never do something that dirty to her. We cleaned ourselves up and went about our business, as usual. Once I got a text from Marci that she was on her way, I quickly got changed, shot up again, maybe more than I should've, and grabbed my bag. I went outside to meet her in the driveway so I wouldn't have to risk Carla or Chris going out there. I could barely stand and had to lean against the side of the house to hold myself up. I saw Marci pull into the driveway in her Buick Enclave that I bought her. I huffed at the thought before stumbling over there once she was parked. As soon as I plopped into the passenger seat and slammed the door, she was looking at me with concerned eyes. "What?" I snapped and I saw her softly jump at my tone. I felt bad and I had to fight back the urge to place my hand on her thigh and apologize but then I remembered that she fucked David and that urge went away. "Are you sure you don't just want me to give you the money and you stay here? You're stumbling around and you can barely keep your eyes open." She said while motioning towards me. My eyes were very heavy and I was struggling to not nod out right there. "I'm fine. Now t-take me to s-see everyone." I slurred my words before leaning my head against the window. Shit, I shot up a lot more than I should have. She stared at me before sighing and nodding, just like I knew she would. We drove off and the whole way there, I felt like I was about to puke everywhere. As soon as we were in my parents neighborhood, I grabbed onto her thigh tightly and slurred out quickly to pull over. She did as directed and as soon as she pulled off, I had barely got the door open before I was projectile vomiting all over the road. It kept coming for a couple of more minutes before I was finally good. I groaned while wiping my mouth and then getting back into the seat. I motioned forward and she took off. As soon as we pulled into the driveway, I knew a shit show was about to start.