Addict Three: The Girl Addicted to Sex
Emma's POV
"Emma, i'm serious."
I want to laugh in his face. Men are so funny sometimes. Like little boys, just pouting and staring up at me, as if I hold the answer to some sort of riddle.He tries holding my hand. I let him, secretly bored to death. I'm going to have to let go of him. He always thinks that because we have casual sex, that we have some sort of bond. Then he proposes the idea of a relationship. There's nothing more that turns me off than hearing about relationships. They were pointless. I can't name how many married men i've hooked up with. Obviously they don't care too much about their relationships or they wouldn't be cheating on them.
"Dan," I swallow, searching for the right lie, "You know that i'm still hurt from my last relationship. I can't have another one for a long time." I force a few tears into my eyes. I'm wonderful at producing tears on the spot. It's what got me a lead role in a high school play. Talent, really.
"Emma," I saw tears form in his own eyes, ones that I knew weren't faked, "I love you. I know it sounds silly, but I really do. You got out of that relationship over a year ago. Can't we move on?"
My eyes stare back at him, cold and unfeeling. I pitied him, but he was so damn annoying. He loved me? Hell, I never usually even conversed with this guy. I let him buy me stuff once in a while out of guilt, but other than that, i'd never called him or told him my issues. The most he "knew" about my past was about my so called bad relationship. I haven't dated anybody since junior year of high school.
"I've got to go, i'll call you later or something." I rip my hand out of his, and the hurt in his eyes is immense. A small amount of pity and shame rise up in me. I push it down, it's best if I hurt him now, before he gains any hope.
"Emma, wait." He stands up, his tall, broad frame in front of me. No getting out now.
"What Daniel?" I'm getting annoyed with him. I have a doctors appointment in twenty minutes and it takes a half hour to get there.
"Just hear me out." He sucks in a deep breath, "I can imagine spending the rest of my life with you. You're simply amazing, flawless even. You're beautiful, headstrong and intelligent. You're unlike any other girl. I could imagine having children, watching them grow as we age." He smiles.
All I felt was anger. "I'm unlike any girl because I don't give a fuck, okay? All you were to me is sex. Can you get that through your thick skull, huh? Don't contact me anymore. Obviously you couldn't handle this."
I storm passed him, not listening to him as he shouted after me. I hear him telling me he'll wait, that his love for me live never end. It pisses me off to no avail. What would he say if he knew I couldn't have children? Would he still feel all this "love" for me? No guy would, because every damn man wants to pass on his sperm to the next generation.
My car is burning hot as I slide into it, and I sigh, noting that my air conditioning still isn't fixed. Luckily I knew some men that could do me some favors. I looked into the mirror on my visor. My eyes flashed back at me. I always feel a little grateful when I look into mirrors. It's no doubt that I'm gorgeous, and I'm more confident than any girl I know.
As I drive down the freeway, I feel the familiar feeling rise up. It's something i've had ever since I started puberty. It's slightly embarrassing, but I know what it means. Lust. No amount of men seemed to satisfy me. I've had sex with men who were just as experienced as I, and they couldn't even get the job done. Sure, I could orgasm, but that didn't mean much anymore.
I tried to ignore it, but racing images flashed into my mind, making me feel more desire. I'd have to do something about it soon.
"So what seems to be the problem today?" Dr. Girard looks up at me, noticeably checking me out. I just smile back at him, putting on a typical innocent stare.
"I have, well, this rash. It's on my wrists, and slightly on my elbows and knees." I put my arms out, showing him the irritated skin. It wasn't very noticeable looking, but it was still enough to bug me.
"Hmm..." He looked it over, and I couldn't help but notice the way his hands seemed to glide against my skin. A shiver went up my spine and his eyes looked up, curious.
Looking back down, he just nodded to himself, "Yup. Doesn't look like anything serious. I'm assuming that it's eczema. Do you have a history of skin conditions?"
I shook my head, frowning at my arms. Eczema? I scrunched my nose. My friend in elementary school had it, and she'd always had these flaky patches all over her skin. I did NOT want to be like that.
"Well, I can test it just to make sure it's not anything more serious." He looked back at me, "And you're sure the only place it's growing is on your limbs?"
"Well," I said, biting my bottom lip, "I can't see my back. Perhaps you could check for me?"
I saw him freeze a bit, but he brushed it off and nodded. Of course, it wasn't odd for a doctor to check on these types of things, but it seemed he had something naughty on his mind.
Seeing the opportunity for something fun, I lifted up my shirt over my head and smiled up at him. I was just wearing a black lace bra now, one that was push up and very low cut. I turned around, letting him see my back. I let out a little sound as his hands touched my skin.
"I don't see anything back here." Yet his hands stayed in contact to my skin.
"Well, I guess you better make sure you check all areas." We connected eyes as I unclasped my bra. His eyes fell to my chest, taking in the situation. He knew he could go one of two ways. And one of those ways led to something he wanted, but wasn't supposed to do.
"Emma..." His words trailed off. I grinned, my tricks were working.
"Yes doctor?" Pulling him close to me, I whispered in his ear, "Just want to make sure your examination is complete. I could be dying, you know."
He pushed me back on the table. There was no going back for him now. As he unzipped my jeans, I couldn't help but feel accomplished. This was the first doctor i'd ever had. His hands roamed freely, grasping and exploring.
I always get my way. Always. The feeling from earlier took over, consuming me. I let it, relishing in the bliss of my drug. I forgot about the rash, which seemed so unimportant now. At least it didn't seem so bad.
On the counter, the sample of the skin rash was sitting, waiting to be tested.
Adam's POV
I was alone, no heroin and no Maddi. Emma was off somewhere, not that it mattered to me. I already knew what she did in her spare time. When I was alone, the sadness seemed to always set in. A deep, burrowing depression that I usually hid. Alone was a form of darkness I really couldn't escape.
I looked down at my swelling veins. They ached for more and I felt my forehead start to sweat. I wouldn't be going through any form of withdrawal soon since I had injected earlier, but I was still craving the familiar feeling of completeness.
My thoughts drifted off to Maddi. She had left earlier to visit extended family with her mother. Her mother had knowingly looked down at my arm, spotting the track marks that lined up and down. I thought she'd be surprised, but she only looked up at me, as if she knew the whole time. She must hate me. Maddi, with her eating disorder, and I, with my addiction. We were a couple that shouldn't be together.
Maddi. My lips turned up as I thought of her when we first started dating. She was this petite, perfect little thing that had waltzed up to me out of nowhere. As soon as I had seen her, I knew I had to have her. I considered it love at first sight, but i'd never admit that to anyone.
Our first date should've been awkward, but it wasn't. Never had I had so much chemistry with a girl before. I'd had a lot of experience with the girls in our town, and I never had feelings for any of them. There was my ex girlfriend, Terra, who I had dated for almost a year, before I realized I was just stringing her along. I think she was using me anyways so it wasn't too much of a loss.
However, once Maddi and I had become official, she went crazy. She even went so far as to try and key my car. My friends had caught her, dragged her away and went straight to me. Back then, I was the boss and everyone knew it. Yet she wouldn't stop.
I can picture Maddi's face again when it happened. Her rose colored cheeks had quickly paled, her permanent smile had ceased. I remember looking at her, turning my nose up at her like she was some sort of slut. I remember her tears too, like waterfalls against a gorgeous landscape. I regret every saying those words to her, but I hadn't known.
Terra was cruel. Of course, there was no way she could've know what really happened, but it was still malevolent of her to seek out information from the school she had transferred from.
Pregnant. Well, once pregnant. Then abortion. Or so I had once thought.
My eyes closed, not even being able to picture Maddi's pain. I wish I could've saved her. I wish I would've known her back then. I never would've let anyone touch her. I never would've let anyone hurt her.
I felt tears escape my eyes. They were tears for my girlfriend's pain. I'd never know what it was like to have that happen to me. I know virginity meant a lot to a girl, and to have it ripped away from her must've been devastating. Then she, left with a positive pregnancy test and no one with her, was left to deal with the ruins.
Once I found out it hadn't been consensual, I understood her reason for getting an abortion. I completely stood by her, knowing she wasn't ready to have a baby. It wasn't even her choice.
I wish that would've been the case. But it wasn't.
I can imagine Maddi, happy with a baby in her arms. She always loved kids, and her enthusiasm was adorable. She would've made a wonderful mother, even if she was a teenager.
He had ripped that away too. When she told me, through heaving breaths and tears, I had become outraged. The number one reason being that he had hurt her. Of course, I was sad for the unborn baby too. Yet I knew she had to go through devastating pain. Forcing her to have a miscarriage must've been hard. He had beat her so bad that she'd still had deep, black bruises when I met her.
I wish she would've revealed his name. I respected her wishes, but I really wish I would've forced it out of her. I wanted him dead. He killed a life, and he deserved to have his own taken.
The starving was a way to waste herself away. She had begun soon after we were dating. I have a suspicion that she'd done it before too, but I hadn't pressed the issue. I always blew it off, thinking it'd stop eventually. And I had been wrong.
"Hey." Emma interrupted my thoughts.
I looked up at her, and she was, of course, giving me the same seductive look she always gave when she wanted to hook up. I felt her start running her hands through my hair. My heart wasn't in to it, and begged me to tell her to stop.
"Emma, i'm tired." I rubbed my eyes, hoping she'd go away.
"Mmm. Too bad," She sat on my lap, "Because look what I got." She flashed it in front of my eyes, my one true weakness.
We stared into each other's eyes. Hers, so pretty yet so wicked. Mine, just empty except for the lust of being complete.
"Let me call Maddi to see when she's coming home."
She smiled, nodding, "I'll be waiting." She winked.
That was chapter three. Please comment or vote if you liked it. :) Or if you didn't, feel free to give me constructive criticism. I put Adam's picture up this time. Yup, he's a hot heroin user.