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Chapter 5 (Part I)

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My feet were extremely sore by the time I got home. Although me and Trenton's house was only ten minutes away from school, I couldn't say the same about how long it took to walk back.

Walking up the dirt pavement, I walked up to the creaky porch and knocked on the old, red wooden door. After a minute or two of waiting, I opened the door and took off my black loafers.

"Trenton?" I called out, but there was no answer.

Walking into the kitchen, I began to go through the cabinets and cupboards, hoping there was something for me to make us dinner, but to no avail.

I then began to rummage through the drawers, becoming desperate to at least find bread and peanut butter to make us some sandwiches.

Suddenly, I heard a loud sneeze come from the bottom floor of the old, thin-walled house.

"Trenton?" I said, walking into the living room.

"Hey, shortcake. Back home so early?" Marcus, one of Trenton's friends, said, his brown hair disheveled. His breath reeked of alcohol, instantly making my nose scrunch.

"Where's Trenton?" I asked, not wanting to talk to him longer than necessary.

Marcus wasn't scary or anything, but he flowed with the type of people I didn't want to associate myself with. He was a big influence on my brother's heroin addiction, and I've always held a small grudge against him for that.

To think that once upon a time, Marcus Freeman was the star linebacker, but now you can find him in abandoned alleyways getting his fill of needles and pills. It's sad how real life works.

"He's upstairs taking the longest piss of his life. Listen, he's pretty fucking mad at you, so I suggest staying at a friends' house or something until it blows over." He told me, his clouded eyes attempting to stare at my face intently.

I didn't realize Marcus was drunk to the point where he was spitting nonsense.

"What could Trenton possibly be mad at me for?" I asked, very interested in the drunken story he was going to conjure up this time.

"He kept repeating that you stole his-" Before he could finish his sentence, Trenton yelled at the top of the staircase.

"Yo, Marc! Where's that slutty little sister of mine at?" He hollered, looking drunk out of his mind.

"I don't know what you're talkin' 'bout, man," Marcus slurred, sloppily attempting to hide me from my brother, but I swatted him away. What is his problem?

"Shut the fuck up Marc, I can see her right behind you!" He shouted, lazily pointing an accusing finger at his friend.

Trenton went to walk down the stairs, but missed the first step and proceeded to fall the rest of the way down. As I went to help him up, he jerked his arm out of my grasp and muttered, " I don't need anyone's help."

As he got up, I noticed how his eyes were bloodshot red and the scratch marks near the needle holes on his inner arms.

At that moment, it dawned on me just how severe his withdrawal symptoms were becoming.

"Trenton, I think you should lie down for a while-" before I could finish my sentence, he clutched his stomach and dashed out of the house.

Sounds of him gagging and vomiting filled my ears, and Marcus began to laugh.

"That goddamn sum' a bitch! I give him one cigarette and he's throwing his guts up!" Marcus roared, laughing so loud that I covered up my ears.

"Shut... the fûck up." Trenton breathed out loudly.

Running up to my brother's hunched-over figure, I put one of his arms around my shoulder and softly clutched his waist.

"Come on, Trenton. Let's get you a glass of water." I told him softly, attempting to walk back into the house.

He looked up at me and gave me an accusing glare.

"You think you're so slick, huh?" He said, and suddenly grabbed onto my hair yanking me away from him

"Ow!" I cried out in pain, my head throbbing from the rough grip he has my hair.

"I know you fucking stole them!" He yelled into my ear, gripping my hair even tighter.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" I cried back, pushing his hand away, attempting to loosen his iron fist, but to no avail.

"My fucking drugs, Valerie! I had a backup stash of them underneath the couch cushions unless I ran out and they're not there anymore! My needles, the drugs, the sanitizers... It's all gone! Now, tell me who the fuck you sold them to and go get them back!" He hollered into my ear and I burst into tears.

"I p-promise I didn't take your d-drugs..." I sobbed, hot tears trailing down my face.

Maybe going to detention today wouldn't have been so bad, I thought regretfully.

Trenton held my hair for a moment, before tossing me to the ground and let out a muttered  "Fuck."

As I kept myself knelt on the ground, I wondered if it would be better if I take Marcus' advice and go stay somewhere until Trenton's madness blows over.

But there was one problem; I had no one to go to for times like this.

An engine roared and Trenton pulled me up by my hair once again.

Marcus just shook his head pitifully, like he felt bad for me. 

I gave him a questioning look until I noticed the big, rumbling grey truck sitting on the road in front of our house. Gazing at the driver, I saw Trenton's other friend, Alex, his dark brown hair in disarray and face turned toward me, smirking.

Trenton grabbed my arm and began to stomp towards the truck.

"Where are we going?" I asked Trenton nervously, and my stomach churned.

"Well, since you don't know what happened to my drugs, you're going to pay me back." He answered, his voice leaving me no room for discussion.

I already knew where he was taking me as soon as the familiar truck pulled up, but, I guess the last bit of optimism in me still had hope left. Still holding onto this possible reality of going to help clean up a house, or mow someone's lawn.

But, as he opened the door and hauled me into the vehicle, my last bit of hope died, along with my innocence.

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Chapter 5 (Part I): Finished!😧✔️

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Until the next chapter😘,

~ The Kalopsia❤️