"Ahh… More of a really good friend. Only, I don't do anything haha. Somebody… died and he's trying to make sure I don't… It's okay don't worry about it." I smile, forcing a nervous laugh. I take the phone and call the number, raising the phone to my ear I take a deep breath, "Hey kid. You good?" The voice created a lump in my throat, I try to swallow it. "Yeah I'm good, sorry mate, gonna need that favour. You still got morphine?" The call turns silent, "Allie… You remember what I said r-" I cut him off, glancing at Marco, "It's for a friend Simon, don't worry. She just needs some help with some physical pain, okay?" The call goes dead again. "Si, I wouldn't lie to you again." A finger taps my shoulder. I instantly spin around out of Marco's arm, automatically clutching the phone as a weapon. "Hey, Simon says that you guys should meet up soon. He says that his wife misses you too." I take the package he's holding and give a slight nod, "Tell him thanks." I give the phone back to Marco as the guy walks away, "Come on, let's get your food haha."
(Long post this time! Don't worry I'm literally spamming the refresh button haha)
Marco looks confusedly at Alastair and sighs "yeah, I guess."
(No worries mate)
We walk into the lightly lit shop. I hold the brown paper bag tightly as we walk around, "What you want haha?"
Marco rolls his eyes, "I've got the money and an idea of what I want. Question is how may I serve you?"
I try not to look at the bag, "To be honest, I'm not hungry haha." My hand starts shaking slightly. Fuck. "You know what, can I have some vodka or something? I'll pay you back haha."
Marco stared at Alastair's hand. "Dude. You ok? You seem kinda nervous like someone's after you."
"Huh? Ah, no I just… Could you hold this until we get back?"
"Yeah, sure?" Marco reaches for the bag but Alastair backs away. "What are you doing?"
"Don't grab the bottom, it's in a needle, you could hurt yourself," I say, offering it to him whilst gently holding the bottom so he can take it by the top.
"Okay?" Marco takes the bag. "Are you addicted to this or something?"
My heart melts, painfully. I look at the floor, wide-eyed. I want to say something, but all the words in my head cross over into nothing… I-Yes-Long time ago- Always - I'm okay - Fuck - No - It's fine - Simon - Sorry - I'm sorry - No - Yes…"It's fine, let's just finish up here and get it to Althea." I smile, grabbing a small bottle of vodka.
Marco ignores his question and grabs Alastair's shoulder. "Whatever is happening right now between you, that Simon guy, and this thing, is scaring me. When we're on our way back, you have to tell me what's going on." Marco takes his hand off Alastair's shoulder and takes a bottle of wine off the shelf.
(here but I'mma wait for Alastair and Marco to get back)
I was about to tell Marco that everything is fine but, the look in his eyes. For a guy who could freeze people without breaking a sweat, he was scared. "Hey, okay, don't worry. Simon's just a friend, and…" I look at the bag, "It's just morphine." I take a deep breath. "I'll… I'll try to explain some things outside okay? Like you said. On the way back."
(Ok.)
"Ok." Marco grabs Al's vodka and pays. He thanks the cashier and walks outside. "You tell me now."
I let out a long breath, ending it with a short laugh. "Okay… where to start?"
( OH HI AMBER HOW ARE YOU?)
I look up, watching the snow. It's thicker. I take a deep breath. "I worked for Simon for about two years. Started at sixteen ish. Thought it would be a good idea at the time, and Simon wasn't exactly thrilled about it, but I persuaded him." I glance at Marco, "Simon's a drug dealer."
I gesture for the Vodka. Marco passes it. I undo the top and take a mouthful. The liquid instantly burns my mouth and throat, I wince slightly. "Ahh… I err… I got close. Simon wasn't like your typical drug lord guy, he was nice. Really nice. He had a daughter called Sophie who would literally kill you with laughter, I mean I think I burst a kidney once listening to her stories." I giggle, taking another sip. "Even… when she died, Simon stayed the same. Maybe even got kinder. He gave a shit about us, which was weird to me. I didn't understand why at the time. All I had to do was go to places, give people their items, and take the money or whatever they were trading with. Easy. But I was stupid."
"I stole one of the needles. I wanted to know why people were trading things from wedding rings to other drugs for the stuff. What was morphine? Like I said. I was stupid. I took it home, googled around, and figured out how to use it." I rub my head, whispering, "Fuck I should've died." Another sip, "The next day, Simon didn't say anything about it. Just said 'good job' as usual. He says sorry a lot now cause he knew I took it, but just couldn't understand why."
