Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Drama

     We started off opposing forces.

     I came with obvious excuses he saw right through.  I can't remember what we talked about that, only that I was fascinated and hung on his every word. I thought he was so cool, so different from the rest.  Dark, dangerous,  brooding and wounded.  The pain I could relate to, a common bond,  something I could soothe,  since I had been wounded too. I would follow him anywhere and never give him pause. 

     So when he brought out dope and two syringes, amused that I had never shot before,  " Something we can remedy,  " he had said, almost like a challenge;  I willingly offered my arm. I watched fascinated as he cooked it, than drew it up in the needle. He tied me up and flicked my bulging vein before expertly sliding it in and I watched as the blood mixed before he plunged the dope in my vein -- feeling the fire in my head,  until he leaned over to kiss me than it blazed down between my legs, making me instantly wet.