𝙀𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙤𝙩 𝙃𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙢𝙖𝙣

Elliot was your boyfriend. He was a mess. He didn't understand why you were with him, and you both knew he was a terrible boyfriend. Even so, you stayed. After all the fights and his hurtful words (mostly stemming from his Tourette's syndrome), you kept going back. Oh, and did I mention he was an addict? He'd do anything: alcohol, cigarettes, weed, cocaine, fentanyl, you name it. It was pretty worrisome, but you didn't get involved with him to control him or try to help him, so... you just accepted it.

One day he came to your house. It wasn't unusual, even though your parents despised him, but they weren't there to deal with him anyway, since they'd left you home alone. You were watching TV when he burst in shouting, "Honey, I'm home!" and walked into the living room with a small bag in his hand. He'd thought it was his duty, when you'd texted him saying you were alone, to convince you to join him. That's what was in the bag: drugs. It was the perfect time, and he'd been wanting to do it for a long time.

"Ready to have some fun for once?" he said, showing the bag wrapped in his undoubtedly unwashed clothes.

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