You hit me, and I fucking hit back. So back the fuck off, or I’m going to fucking run you over. Take your fucking pick.”
I think she was too shocked that I hit her and wasn’t even sorry for it. Then she whimpered and slunk away from me, justifiably huffing with what little dignity she had intact.
My right hand stung and felt hot from its dramatic performance. It was worth it, though—to see her back away was worth everything. I had a lot bottled inside me, and she deposited herself in the line of fire, so she deserved it. Besides, she had done enough harm to all of us. That slap was for everyone she had hurt in my life. Not only that, but she also hit below the belt, and I was gob-smacked, shaking with anger as I tried to tell myself that Cece wasn’t worth shedding a single tear for. However, my emotions had a different agenda. I could feel the back of my eyes prickle as her words rang in my mind like a broken record, repeating over and over again until they drove me insane.
Dropping the idea of heading outside to mingle, I found myself in a glass corner, trying to lower my heart rate and adrenaline from the encounter with Cece, when Rob suddenly popped up out of nowhere.
“Sorry it took forever, but here’s the goodies.” He gave me a pill, took my beer, and exchanged it for a bottle of water.
Staring at my open palm, I frowned at it. “What’s this?” It didn’t look like the normal cocaine I was used to, but heck, things might have changed since I last used. I had been out of the loop for quite some time.
“It’s Molly.”
It sounded harmless, yet I was certain the effect was anything but.
“Is this a new thing?” I skeptically asked, wanting to know more about it before deciding to take it.
“It’s basically E with a reboot. Guess it needed a new marking name in the drug world.”
Right, cause PR and product branding was fucking needed for this sort of shit.
Staring at the tiny, perfect, blue pill, I flipped it over and was surprised at the name blatantly stamped on the back.
“666? Really? Is there anything else?” I wasn’t sure I was comfortable taking anything that had the demon associated with. “Don’t you have anything less … umm … evil?”
“Less evil?” he barked out in laughter, while I found it less than amusing.
I was particular with these things, and I admit, I was bummed not to get my usual cocktail.
Wanting to reason with Rob, I persisted, “You know what I mean … anything like a heart or something? Anything but this.”
Something lit up his features. “Wait, I think we’ve got butterfly in the house. Wait here and I’ll go see if I can get one for you.” He immediately disappeared before returning a few minutes later with a red pill that had a butterfly marked on the back.
“Great, much better. Thanks, boo!”
“Under no circumstances will you mix this with alcohol until you’re a pro or suicidal, ‘cause if you’re not used to these little droplets, you’re going to end up in the ER or stiff in my living room, and we don’t want that. So, are we good on that?”
Err … What happened to Jack and coke?
I stared at him wildly as I weighed my thoughts. I would rather stick to what I was accustomed to, but apparently, he didn’t have that. After all this time, he had run out of it. It was bizarre, yet I didn’t argue with him.
It was a mistake I was going to pay dearly for.
With an empty stomach, it took approximately thirty minutes or so to really feel the shift of temporarily altered physical, mental, and emotional wellbeing. I could literally feel my blood coursing through my veins, beating, throbbing. The whole process was spine-tingling, electrifying, and absolutely profound. It was different from what I was used to. This was taking it to another level of mind-blowing experiences. The feel-good sensation was intense, as if it had recharged every single atom in my body and combusted into this beautiful, sensual symphony. It was a cocktail of amazingness, bottled into my body, waiting to be explored, needing to come out and experience the transfixing animation around me.
Still standing, pole-axed by this entire transition as I gripped the bottled water in hand, I took my time getting my body accustomed to this new phase. Possible consequences were shoved to