Demolition Lovers
Spooning
Stormi's POV
The thing I suddenly hated most about summer was the fact that there was no school, and that was big for me, someone who hated school so passionately. Frank had started to make me feel uncomfortable in my own home, and I guess it didn't exactly bother me all that much, and I hated myself for that. I couldn't get away though, I had no where to go.
In the past year, I had managed to fuck up royally. This left me with no friends. To be clear, there were only two numbers in my phone. My mom's and my dealer's. And today, I decided to do something I hadn't done in weeks. I called someone who wasn't my mom.
I was having a particularly bad day and Frank wasn't home. I had no clue where he was or when he'd be back and frankly, I didn't care. I dialled up Ryan's number and I heard his familiar voice through the static-y connection.
"Oh, Hey. Tori, babe. What can I do you for? The usual?" I rolled my eyes. I hated the way he talked. "Hey Ry. Actually, no. I think I'm ready for something stronger."
The knocks echoed through the eery hallways of Ryan's apartment complex. I heard him removing the chain and unlocking his many contraptions. The face he always gave me scared me more than anything, and I wanted to run and hide every time I saw it, but I couldn't. I needed this. His dark brown, nearly black eyes bore into me with a flicker of something that was always unreadable to me. If I didn't know him so well, I'd laugh at his replica of Mike Tyson's facial tattoo. He appeared as a complete, innocent, fruit-- I'd give him that. But, I knew well enough that he was anything but that, he was dangerous.
"Got the money, baby?" I cringed inwardly. That nickname irked me to the very core coming from him, but I knew better than to correct him. I nodded, faking a smile and tried to stop my hand from shaking as I handed him the folded twenties. Our hands brushed as he took the cash from me and I pulled mine back quickly. He turned around to retrieve a small, clear bag filled almost fully with white powder. I raised my eyebrows. "Feeling generous today, are we?" I mused playfully. He rolled his eyes, "Just take it before I change my mind, doll."
The stench of various inhalants drifted from his apartment and into my nose, reminding me that it was time to go. "Make love to the night, motherfucker." I said, turning on my heels. I heard a short chuckle, "It's not even night." For a moment I wondered why I didn't trust him and why he scared me, I shifted my body around to wave as I walked away and caught eyes with him, reminding me.
I arrived home, slamming the door behind me and jogging up the stairs excitedly. Kneeling down, I got down to my dressers height as I made several straight, snowy rows. I stared ahead at them one last time. Am I really going to do coke? I squinted at them. Fuck it.
I started inhaling them deeply, through my stinging nostrils. One. Two. Three. I pulled away, snorting unattractively in the air to assure myself that they were down before sneezing and forcing myself to snort the forth and final short line.
It took merely minutes for me to begin to start feeling the effects. And I don't mean a buzz. I mean, full on can't walk, can barely talk kind of high. Now, I knew that Ryan was cheap, but never this much so. This wasn't right. This was a bad batch, and I knew that after an hour or so of agony. I was supposed to be chilled, uncaring. Instead, I was crying and emptying my insides out on the floor. I had always been a light weight, but I took a lot, even for someone with a half decent tolerance to substances.
I feel to the ground, my head knocking painfully against the kitchen tiles. I tried to sit up. Nope. "Ughh." I groaned, as my already blurred vision became dark around the edges. Just as the spots began to invade the majority of my eyesight, I heard a loud slam, intensifying the pounding inside my head.
"Stormi! I'm home!" Frank's friendly voice invaded the ringing that my ears were generating. I heard him padding up the stairs quickly. "Frank…" I mumbled weakly.
"Oh, no. Shit, Stormi. What did you do?" His distressed voice came panicked from upstairs. "Stormi!?" He screamed, worry evident in his voice. I heard knees collide with the floor beside my limp and tingly body. "Oh, Stormi. What have you done to yourself?" He asked, sounding genuinely sad. I wanted to say sorry, that I regretted it but all I could manage was a weak whimper. "Frank…"
"I'm here, Stormi." I felt two long, muscled arms wrap around me and I was enveloped in warmth. I clung onto him like my life depended on it. And at this point, I was worried that it might.
I felt my body being placed under some sheets. I felt them brush against my stomach. Did he undress me? I began to panic, too weak to check for myself. I didn't mind all that much though, I was scared and I needed him there. Weight shifted off the foot of the bed, I knew he was standing up to leave. He came over and a pair of lips connected with my forehead. I used all the energy I had remaining to blindly grasp his shirt.
"What is it?" He whispered, still seeming genuinely concerned and I was surprised that he hadn't tried to take advantage of me. "Frank.." He stayed there, anticipating my continuation. There was a horrible pain brewing in my stomach, I let out a choked cry and a tear slipped out from under my closed eyelid. "I need… I- I need…" I stuttered. "What is it? What do you need?" He questioned, his deep, friendly voice seeming to ease the hurt. "Stay…with me?" I wheezed out.
He sat back down at the foot of my bed. "No." I groaned. There was a silence and I knew just what to stay. "Spoon with me." I demanded confidently, even in my weak state. Still, I realized afterwards that it didn't make it sound any less lame.
The last thing I felt was his warm body against mine, his head buried in my neck, and his large hand on my bare stomach. I heard a melodic giggle. Yes, Frank giggled. His warm breath fanning out all around me, giving me chills.
"Don't have to ask me twice."
The thing I suddenly hated most about summer was the fact that there was no school, and that was big for me, someone who hated school so passionately. Frank had started to make me feel uncomfortable in my own home, and I guess it didn't exactly bother me all that much, and I hated myself for that. I couldn't get away though, I had no where to go.
In the past year, I had managed to fuck up royally. This left me with no friends. To be clear, there were only two numbers in my phone. My mom's and my dealer's. And today, I decided to do something I hadn't done in weeks. I called someone who wasn't my mom.
I was having a particularly bad day and Frank wasn't home. I had no clue where he was or when he'd be back and frankly, I didn't care. I dialled up Ryan's number and I heard his familiar voice through the static-y connection.
"Oh, Hey. Tori, babe. What can I do you for? The usual?" I rolled my eyes. I hated the way he talked. "Hey Ry. Actually, no. I think I'm ready for something stronger."
The knocks echoed through the eery hallways of Ryan's apartment complex. I heard him removing the chain and unlocking his many contraptions. The face he always gave me scared me more than anything, and I wanted to run and hide every time I saw it, but I couldn't. I needed this. His dark brown, nearly black eyes bore into me with a flicker of something that was always unreadable to me. If I didn't know him so well, I'd laugh at his replica of Mike Tyson's facial tattoo. He appeared as a complete, innocent, fruit-- I'd give him that. But, I knew well enough that he was anything but that, he was dangerous.
"Got the money, baby?" I cringed inwardly. That nickname irked me to the very core coming from him, but I knew better than to correct him. I nodded, faking a smile and tried to stop my hand from shaking as I handed him the folded twenties. Our hands brushed as he took the cash from me and I pulled mine back quickly. He turned around to retrieve a small, clear bag filled almost fully with white powder. I raised my eyebrows. "Feeling generous today, are we?" I mused playfully. He rolled his eyes, "Just take it before I change my mind, doll."
The stench of various inhalants drifted from his apartment and into my nose, reminding me that it was time to go. "Make love to the night, motherfucker." I said, turning on my heels. I heard a short chuckle, "It's not even night." For a moment I wondered why I didn't trust him and why he scared me, I shifted my body around to wave as I walked away and caught eyes with him, reminding me.
I arrived home, slamming the door behind me and jogging up the stairs excitedly. Kneeling down, I got down to my dressers height as I made several straight, snowy rows. I stared ahead at them one last time. Am I really going to do coke? I squinted at them. Fuck it.
I started inhaling them deeply, through my stinging nostrils. One. Two. Three. I pulled away, snorting unattractively in the air to assure myself that they were down before sneezing and forcing myself to snort the forth and final short line.
It took merely minutes for me to begin to start feeling the effects. And I don't mean a buzz. I mean, full on can't walk, can barely talk kind of high. Now, I knew that Ryan was cheap, but never this much so. This wasn't right. This was a bad batch, and I knew that after an hour or so of agony. I was supposed to be chilled, uncaring. Instead, I was crying and emptying my insides out on the floor. I had always been a light weight, but I took a lot, even for someone with a half decent tolerance to substances.
I feel to the ground, my head knocking painfully against the kitchen tiles. I tried to sit up. Nope. "Ughh." I groaned, as my already blurred vision became dark around the edges. Just as the spots began to invade the majority of my eyesight, I heard a loud slam, intensifying the pounding inside my head.
"Stormi! I'm home!" Frank's friendly voice invaded the ringing that my ears were generating. I heard him padding up the stairs quickly. "Frank…" I mumbled weakly.
"Oh, no. Shit, Stormi. What did you do?" His distressed voice came panicked from upstairs. "Stormi!?" He screamed, worry evident in his voice. I heard knees collide with the floor beside my limp and tingly body. "Oh, Stormi. What have you done to yourself?" He asked, sounding genuinely sad. I wanted to say sorry, that I regretted it but all I could manage was a weak whimper. "Frank…"
"I'm here, Stormi." I felt two long, muscled arms wrap around me and I was enveloped in warmth. I clung onto him like my life depended on it. And at this point, I was worried that it might.
I felt my body being placed under some sheets. I felt them brush against my stomach. Did he undress me? I began to panic, too weak to check for myself. I didn't mind all that much though, I was scared and I needed him there. Weight shifted off the foot of the bed, I knew he was standing up to leave. He came over and a pair of lips connected with my forehead. I used all the energy I had remaining to blindly grasp his shirt.
"What is it?" He whispered, still seeming genuinely concerned and I was surprised that he hadn't tried to take advantage of me. "Frank.." He stayed there, anticipating my continuation. There was a horrible pain brewing in my stomach, I let out a choked cry and a tear slipped out from under my closed eyelid. "I need… I- I need…" I stuttered. "What is it? What do you need?" He questioned, his deep, friendly voice seeming to ease the hurt. "Stay…with me?" I wheezed out.
He sat back down at the foot of my bed. "No." I groaned. There was a silence and I knew just what to stay. "Spoon with me." I demanded confidently, even in my weak state. Still, I realized afterwards that it didn't make it sound any less lame.
The last thing I felt was his warm body against mine, his head buried in my neck, and his large hand on my bare stomach. I heard a melodic giggle. Yes, Frank giggled. His warm breath fanning out all around me, giving me chills.
"Don't have to ask me twice."
Notes
Yeah, sorry. It was mostly fluff and I wanted to kind of give more information about Stormi. But please subscribe, rate and comment! Let me know what you think Frank should do when she wakes up? ;) Thanks for reading!
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9/26/14