Heroin Love by I.M. Hunter Read Free Book Online

she arrived at her door and I see her enter a room of darkness.

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Eleven -- Uncle David
     
    I pulled into the parking lot at Toni’s to check up on Rachael and to get some tar from her. Walking in I see Jess sitting in her normal spot.
    “Jeez, you never move do you?” Smiling at her.
    “Whatever David, what do you need?”
    “Straight and to the point. I’m here to check up on Rachael.”
    “Well she left already, said she had some sort of family emergency.”
    “Emergency? She didn’t call me. How did she leave? She doesn’t have a car.”
    “How the fuck should I know David? I’m not her mother. She said she had to leave and she left,” snapping at me.
    “Well I need to go back into her room. I need to grab something.”
    “Whatever,” rolling her eyes at me.
    Walking down the hallway, moans and grunts heard through the walls of all the working girls' bedrooms. Standing in front of Rachael’s room, I placed my ear on the door to listen in. I wanted to double check she wasn’t here and screwing some guy. I know what she does for our living but I really didn’t want to see it, I couldn’t handle that.
    After listening for a few seconds I was satisfied knowing she wasn’t in there and opened the door. The bed look unused, the sheets still tucked underneath the mattress, her perfume still lofting in the air, I must have just missed her. My stomach beginning to ache as the sickness started to come over me. Furiously looking through her drawers trying to find some tar that always had in here. Throwing everything out of the drawers that was in my way. It was empty, not a single hit of heroin was left laying around.
    I turned around and looked throughout the room, the floor covered in clothes, lotions, and sex toys. Aggravated by my unsuccessful search, I stormed out of the room, and huff and puffed down the hallway.
    “Jess where did she go?” I asked sternly.
    “David, I do NOT know.”
    “Do you have any tar? I need a fix.”
    “I don’t do that shit.”
    Storming out of the front door, “Bitch,” I screamed in a fit of anger.
    Racing back to the house, hoping Rachael made it there. I picked my phone up and called her, the phone went straight to voicemail. Running every red light, speeding down the street I pulled into my parking spot and ran towards our unit. Swinging the door open, I called out for Rachael with no response. Running back into the bedroom to check the bed, she wasn’t there either. I was worried about her getting hurt but I was more concerned about where she was so I could get my fix.
    Pacing around my raggedy apartment, the carpets are suppose to be beige but instead are a brown color, with stains spread throughout. Cigarette ashes lingered on the tops of the counters and ledges, with half smoked butts laying around. A yellow soot covering the walls, the smell reeked like an ashtray, but you get use to it eventually. I kept looking at the clock on the microwave wondering where Rachael was, she is suppose to be home by now. My stomach aching, coughing and gagging incessantly. Hitting me like a ton of bricks, I ran into the bathroom, a fountain of vomit came exploding out of me as I stared into a stained toilet bowl. Reaching into my pocket to get my phone out of my pants, I dialed Rachael.
    After several rings she finally answered, “Hello?”
    “Rachael, where are you? You okay?”
    “Yea sorry, I am almost home.”
    “Hurry up, I’m getting very sick.”
    “Be right there babe.”
    Dropping my phone off to the side of the toilet, trying to keep from throwing up again. Staring at the urine stains on the rim of the toilet making it difficult to do so. Barely brining myself to my feet, walking out of the bathroom hunched over with my arm across my stomach. With nothing to do, getting sicker by the minute, the minutes feeling like hours, I just continually pace around in circles and keep checking the clock. Finally hearing keys jiggle in the door, I